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minutes, had made her legs grow weak and shaky. She
doubted she could have stood on her own.
    The warm water lapped at her breasts as she
lowered herself into the bath and leaned against its high back. She closed her
eyes and inhaled the steam. A few seconds later she heard Pierce’s whispered,
“Let me in.” She moved forward, the water churned and he slid in behind her.
Wavelets slopped over the side as she shifted to make room for him.
    He settled her on his lap, his legs
straight underneath her bottom. His hands found her breasts again and he
nuzzled her neck. She leaned her head back on his solid shoulder.
    “Lift your bottom up,” he whispered. She
rose slightly and felt his thighs open under her just enough so his legs
supported her as if she were sitting in an easy chair.
    “Feel down between your legs.”
    Her fingers found his cock, already large
and seeking.
    “Put me inside you.”
    She was soft and swollen, eager for him.
She guided him into her. With a sigh he thrust farther in until she was
attached to him as if by a magnet.
    He rubbed his flat palms over her breasts.
“I love squashing them. I could play with them all day. But we need to think
about you. Where do you want my hands?”
    “Everywhere.”
    “Here?” His fingers parted the lips of her
vulva and found her clit. She arched. “God yes.”
    “Not here?” His hand moved back to her
breast and squeezed her nipple.
    “That too.” Her breath came fast and hot
now as he worked first her clit then her nipple, all the while pushing his cock
deeper and harder into her.
    One final touch on the nub of her clit was
what brought her to climax. He held her tight against him as she bucked and
shuddered in his arms. His groans sounded in her ear as she rode him and milked
him with her wild movements until she felt the last massive thrust, so deep, so
hard that she thought she would cleave in two.
    They lay supine with his arms around her
until the water began to cool. When it was too cold for comfort Jane stirred
and stepped out of the tub. She grabbed the towel she had brought with her, a
tiny inadequate thing. She had never thought she would need a bath sheet.
Pierce rose from the water and came to stand in front of her.
    “Give me the towel.”
    He took it from her and rubbed her dry
around her breasts and her back then down her legs.
    His hands slid down her ribs and he sank to
his knees. He pressed his face against her mound and she gave a tiny,
involuntary thrust of her hips as he clasped her thighs.
    She felt his tongue thrust between the lips
of her pussy and moved her legs wider apart. His arms went around her hips and
he seized the cheeks of her ass in each hand. He held her prisoner while his
tongue and lips ravaged her cunt. She grabbed his hair in both fists and held
him hard against her. Unbelievably, Jane Chartraine, who used her vibrator once
or twice a week and thought she was sexually aware, found herself carried away
in a mindless climax for the fourth time in less than twelve hours.
     
    “I’ve been thinking,” Jane said an hour or
so later as they sat on the wide porch, munching on granola bars and sipping
lukewarm Coke. She swallowed the last crumbs and took a muffin. Another thing
she’d learned was that sex gave her a tremendous appetite.
    “What’s that?” Pierce lounged in a cane
rocking chair looking strong and handsome and not the slightest bit weary. A
tiny flicker in her abdomen responded to the thought that he would be ready to
make love to her again by nightfall. She dragged her mind back to the present.
    “The reason I’m here is because the owner
wants to prove there are no ghosts.”
    “Right.”
    “Because he thinks the house won’t sell if
it’s haunted.”
    “Right again.”
    “So we prove it’s haunted and he’ll be more
inclined to let you have it!” she finished on a note of triumph.
    Pierce smiled. “That has possibilities.”
    “Of course it does. When I film tonight,
you stand so that I