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behind her.
    He hadn't bothered to do anything besides
unbutton his jeans, and she shivered as she felt the rough edges of
the denim graze the soft wet flesh of her rear. When she glanced
over her shoulder, she saw a look of intent concentration his
face.
    “You're dripping,” he murmured. “Oh Marigold,
this is going to be so sweet for you.”
    She didn't understand what he meant until he
stroked his cock over her slit twice and then started to ease in.
His long preparation with his fingers meant that her flesh was soft
and open, and though she was still tight, he slid in like he
belonged there.
    He was sheathed inside to the hilt, and for a
long moment, they simply felt each other. He leaned over her to
support himself on the far edge of the tub, and almost without
thinking, she leaned over to kiss his bare arm.
    “That's a beautiful girl,” he said. “So open
and easy for me, aren't you?”
    She didn't know how long he simply rested his
weight on her, and then he was moving. Unlike the strength and
aggression he had used before, however, now he was sliding inside
her slowly and easily. He wasn't thrusting into her so much as
rocking against her, and the gentleness of the motion opened up
something deep and gentle inside her. Instead of moaning, she
sighed, and she felt herself relax in a way that she never had
before with him.
    It seemed to go on forever, with his hard
cock moving inside her, and then, for a reason that she didn't
understand, Marigold felt a spark of that now-familiar heat in her
belly. Amazed, she felt her body start to stir out of its sleepy
state. She tightened around him, and her thighs shifted
restlessly.
    “That's it,” he whispered coaxingly. “I know
you can again, just for me.”
    “Jake, Jake, I can't,” she insisted, but even
as the words crossed her lips, she could tell that he was right and
she was wrong.
    Something about the long, slow burn of his
movements was waking her up again, making her ache with want.
    “It's going to be just like this,” he
whispered, kissing her ear. “Just this. You can depend on it, love,
I won't hurt you. I won't make you ache. You can have it if you
want, just reach for it.”
    Timidly, she started to move back against
him, following the same motions that he did. The movements were
slow and gentle, but there was strength there, too, and she closed
her eyes and arched her back, mutely asking for more.
    Sizzling sensations started to run up her
legs, and, before she quite understood what was happening, she
could feel her body start to convulse again.
    “Oh, oh please, Jake...!”
    “Reach for it, darling, I'll give it to you,
just reach for it.”
    That gentle encouragement was all she needed,
and, when she did, it was as easy as a bird taking flight. She had
a moment to marvel at the perfection of their bodies together, and
then she was shaking and could think of nothing at all. This time
she could feel his climax as well. Her body tightened around him
like a silky fist, wringing his pleasure from him and making him
shake.
    Marigold had never realized how much she
loved his climax before, but now she could feel all of it, from the
trembling of his frame to the sudden rush of liquid heat between
her legs when he was done. The thought of him inside her made her
shiver.
    In response, Jake wrapped his arms around her
shoulders, kissing her ear and her jaw.
    She was drifting in that blank and satisfied
spot when Jake finally pulled away from her. She murmured sleepily
as he stood her up, but, when he started to dry her, she purred
with pleasure. He took his time, rubbing her down briskly with a
soft clean towel. When he was done, she was feeling so relaxed that
she was nearly asleep.
    He laid her down gently on the bed.
    When he stripped and joined her, she found
that she could not close her eyes.
    “Are you going to keep me?” she asked,
finding a courage in the dark that she did not have in the
light.
    “Do you want to be kept?” There was a