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of his tongue to and fro in it, simulating there what he was doing with his penis in her hot, slick vagina. "You want to scream, baby! I can feel what's going on inside of you, Nora! Let it happen! Let it happen!"
She was burning up. She was ready to combust. He seemed to be getting harder and longer with each jab of his talented cock, and she loved it! She had only climaxed once in her entire life. The second time she and Jeff had had sex after they were married. He had scolded her for crying out. Unladylike, he told her. Decent women didn't howl like banshees. But now the spasms rocking her very being were turning into violent tremors. Nora opened her mouth, shrieking with the pleasure her lover was engendering in her. "Oh, God, yes! Don't stop, darling! Don't stop! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Oh! Ohhh, Godddd!" She shuddered violently, and then for the first time in her life fainted.
But she revived herself quickly, shutting her eyes tight, praying, Oh, don't let me be back in that damned recliner yet! Let me still be on the bed with the black satin sheets, and the marvelous Mr. Gorgeous by my side. Then she felt a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flew open in spite of herself.
"Told you I could make you scream," he said, pleased with himself, and smiling his warm, crooked smile at her. "You're going to come every time I fuck you, Red Rover. Every. Single. Time," he told her with emphasis on each word.
"Threat or promise?" she asked, recovered, and smiling up at him. "Either way is okay with me, darling Kyle."
He laughed. "Want to take a shower now?" he asked, getting off the bed.
"The bathroom's through there, right?" She pointed to another set of double doors on a far wall.
He nodded.
"It better have one of those great big tubs as well as a shower," Nora said, rising.
"It's your fantasy," he responded. "Want to go look?"
It was exactly as she had always dreamed it would be. Not some small utilitarian room with a tub/shower, sink, and toilet. This was a great big light and airy chamber with long arched windows offering another view of the cityscape. The Italian-tile floor was heated. It felt wonderful beneath her bare feet. The commode— because in a room like this you wouldn't call it a toilet— and the bidet were set behind lacquered white doors that could be closed for privacy.
Kyle sat her on the bidet. Then, kneeling, he adjusted the water for temperature and direction, turning the bidet on. After a moment he reached between her thighs and washed her with a soft flannel cloth, then let the water caress her sexual anatomy for a moment or two more. It was the most sensual and intimate thing any man had ever done to her or for her. Turning the water off, he drew her up, and gave her a lingering kiss. "Come and see the rest of the room, Nora," he invited her.
In one corner of the room was a large curved glass and tile shower. And the tub was an enormous rectangle of marble sunk into the floor. There were two steps leading down into the perfumed water. A mirrored wall was fitted with two marble sinks, each set on its own single column, and no tacky cabinets beneath. The large closet in the bathroom was opened to reveal shelves filled with black and white towels of thick Egyptian cotton terry, along with matching robes and wraps.
"Gold fixtures," Nora murmured almost to herself. "Jeff thinks gold fixtures are vulgar," she told Kyle, "but I like them. Where's the masseur?"
"He's available whenever you want him," Kyle said, not even blinking at her request. He pointed to the small cell phone affixed on the wall by the sinks. "We can call when you're ready for him."
"He's blond, right?" Nora asked. "Austrian with one of those cute accents, and his name is Rolf?"
Kyle nodded, his leaf green eyes twinkling. "Yes, ma'am. He's exactly as you want him to be."
"I don't think I ever want to go back to reality," Nora said, sighing.
"Everyone has to face reality eventually, Red Rover," he answered her. "That's what makes our fantasies so very