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  Keely hummed. "I read that sex is relaxing. That is, once a person reaches climax, she feels relaxed. Even sleepy. And--if you remember our conversation--a woman has to be--"

  "Taught how to climax. I remember." Triple J! He remembered it all too well. Every time he thought about teaching Keely how to, he got hard.

  "It's okay, Geoff. I can see you don't want to do it. At least, not with me."

  "That isn't the problem, Keely. It's just I've never made lo--had sex with someone who's never climaxed."

  "Oh." She chewed her lower lip. "I'm not asking you to deflower me--if that's the right word."

  "It'll do."

  "I just want to learn how it feels. Then I'll know what to do for myself and I won't bother you about it again. Please, Geoff."

  How could a man refuse? Keely wasn't asking him for a commitment or even a short-term relationship. She just wanted relief and a chance to sleep. Hell, he needed that, too.

  "Okay."

  "Thanks."

  They looked at each other. Keely obviously expected him to make the first move. He felt anticipation and reluctance. He'd never done this in such a clinical way before. Sure, he'd sometimes set out to seduce a woman. But usually the woman knew that and was willing to be seduced.

  "Why don't you start with the tub?" he suggested. "I'll join you when you're ready."

  "Does the tub work the same as the shower? Do I just say 'on'?"

  "Try that. If it doesn't work, shout. And Keely… If you want bath oil or bubbles, I don't mind."

  "Thanks." She went into the bathroom.

  Geoff heard her order the tub to do its thing. But taking a bath proved more complicated than taking a shower. The bath needed to know if Keely wanted oil or bubbles? What scent? Apparently the selections went from floral to woodsy. He could hear the frustration in Keely's voice. Frustration apparently had banished any remnants of self-pity, which eased his own misgivings. Continuing without drawing breath, she explained to the tub that she would be bathing with a gentleman--a gentleman, hah! --and the tub should provide something suitable for both sexes. That settled, the discussion continued. What temperature? Did she want the massage jets on or off? Did she want candles and music or only one? Perhaps she preferred the lights on full.

  "Jonathan Jacob Jones!" Keely swore. "I'm going to learn how to climax! You decide what the scene should look like!"

  The next thing he heard was a splash and a grateful sigh.

  With a sigh of his own, Geoff stripped off his clothes, padding into the room and joining Keely in the tub.

  In the candlelight, Geoff could see the cap of red-gold curls rioting around Keely's wary face. Just as he'd imagined. Since bubbles covered the rest of her from ears to toes, his imagination filled in the rest. In fact, his imagination ran rampant. Her skin would feel like silk. His hands knew that much. Now they would learn her contours without any barriers between them. Now his fingers would feel her heat. Now…

  "Geoff?"

  Her soft voiced called him to reality. "Sit up," he said, sounding curter than he'd intended.

  Apparently not taking umbrage at his tone, she crossed her arms over her breasts and sat up. She scooted forward so he could ease in behind her. He slid his legs down hers and lay back against the slope of the enormous tub. Keely seemed reluctant to lean against him. He let her set the pace.

  "Is the temperature okay?" She looked at him over her freckled shoulder. "Is the scent too strong?"

  "Keely." He touched her lips with his fingertip. "Everything's perfect. We don't need to rush anything. We'll take this as slow as you want." Goddess willing, he intended to retain control over his raging testosterone. He'd ignore the scent surrounding them. Pretend they bathed together simply to conserve water.

  "I…I don't know what to do," she confessed, sounding miserable. Not teary--praise Jove--but really sad.

  "Leaning back might help. Unless you want me to wash your back first."

  "Wash. Back. That seems a good place to start. The soap's in the… Ahh."

  The bubbles reacted to the soap, seeming to melt away. He rubbed soap all over her back, gently kneading the tense muscles in her neck and shoulders. She moaned, a grateful sound that had him imagining how she would sound when she came. He moved his hands lower, down her back to her waist and up again.

  "That feels really good."

  "I aim to please."

  Leaning against him, she looked up at him. "We could change places. I can wash your back."

  "Later." He tilted her chin. "I'm going to kiss you, Keely."

  Her pale jade gaze focused on his lips. "Oh. O-kay." She licked her lips, then puckered.

  "Smile for me, honey. Just a small smile. That's it. Relax."

  Her lips felt like velvet--soft with a slight nap he savored with his tongue. She pulled back, her lips parting on a breathy sigh. He took advantage and slid his tongue between her teeth. And waited. What felt like an eternity later, she touched his tongue with hers.

  She tasted like mint, cool and refreshing. As their tongues began an ancient dance, her mouth heated. She twisted in his arms, straddled his hips and pressed her breasts against his chest. Her rigid nipples felt like little pebbles boring into his flesh. The heat of her nether lips brought his cock to attention faster than he'd ever imagined possible.

  She pulled back, her eyes wide. She glanced down at his groin. "Does that happen often?"

  "Yeah. Usually not this fast, but…yeah."

  A smile, shy yet full of feminine power, curved her lips. "Does that mean you like me a little?"

  He grinned. "A little. But I think you better turn around. Otherwise you might get more than you asked for."

  "Oh? Oh!" She tried to slide over him but, to Geoff, the tub seemed to have shrunk.

  "Maybe you should stand up and then sit down again."

  "Close your eyes."

  He did. But as she moved, he leaned his head back and watched her through his lashes. For a relatively short woman, her legs seemed remarkably long. Her knees had cute little dimples while her thighs looked firm and strong. Red-gold curls covered her mons. He imagined stroking those curls away, revealing her swollen clit and the lips guarding her core. He almost could taste her juices as shyness slipped away, replaced by passion. He continued his inventory of her body. Up her flaring hips to her slender waist and full, firm breasts. Dusky rose areolas surrounded her nipples--still slightly pearled from the cooler air. At least he suspected the air had caused that little pucker.

  "Um, Geoff, could you spread your legs?"

  His eyes popped fully open. There stood Keely, one hand on the tiled wall, one foot in the air. The tub had shrunk, leaving her no room to put her suspended foot. He wasn't certain that spreading his legs would do much good, but he would enjoy seeing her face when his cock sprang free.

  He opened his legs. As he'd expected, his cock popped up, almost fully erect. Her eyes, already wide, seemed to open wider. Her pupils dilating, she licked her lips. He could almost feel those lips around his erection, her pink tongue driving him wild as it glided up and down and around his engorged shaft.

  She lowered her gaze, carefully placing her foot between his legs. He half expected her to step out of the tub, but she turned her back and sat down. Her buttocks settled several inches from his crotch.

  "Keely." Her spine stiffened. "If you've changed your mind, we can stop right now."

  Her short curls shook in time with her head. "No!" Her ribcage expanded as if she drew a deep and painful breath. "I want to learn. I want you to teach me, Geoff."

  "Lean back, honey." She inched back, reclining against him. "Jets on." Gentle bubbles caressed them from shoulders to feet.

  She sighed. With his hand on her neck, he felt some of her tension release with her expelled breath. He rubbed her neck, nuzzled her ear and laved the shell. She giggled, shrugged as if she wanted him to stop. He moved to her neck, nibbling, licking, tasting. He trailed his fingers up and down her arms and relearned the in
credible softness of her skin.

  "Soft," he muttered. "Firm flesh. Soft, soft skin. I want to touch you everywhere. Taste you everywhere."

  She shivered. "Touch me."

  Slipping his arms under hers, he cupped her breasts. They filled his hands and her nipples pebbled in his palms.

  "Goddess, you're responsive." His chin on her shoulder, he gently pinched her nipples. They tightened into rigid little peaks. Her breath shuddered. "You like this."

  "Hmmm."

  He slid one hand down her torso, over the slight roundness of her belly. Of its own accord, his hand lingered there, soothing as he might one day quiet his restless baby growing in Keely's womb. He squelched the idea, stroked lower.

  "Open your legs, honey. Let me touch you there." He stroked her clit, stilled his fingers when her thighs squeezed his hand. "Don't close me out, Keely. You want this. You want me to touch you here. You want to have my fingers deep inside you."

  She made a little mewing sound deep in her throat. Her legs fell open and her hips arched upward. The tub widened, allowing Geoff to ease her onto his lap. Allowing him to stroke and suckle her breasts as he stroked her clit. As he eased his finger into her tight channel, he felt her body gather for release. Felt her fight it back with an element of fear in her shiver.

  "It won't hurt. I promise you'll like what happens when you just let go. You'll fly. Let go, honey. Come for me."

  Moaning, she raised her chin. "Kiss me, please."

  He did, plundering her hot, avid mouth, giving back every ounce of passion she put into kissing him. He thumbed her nipples. Thumbed her clit as his finger thrust and parried in her spasming cunt.

  "Oh. Oh, oh, oh! Goddess, yes! God-dess!"

  She went so limp, he thought she'd fainted. Her eyes fluttered open. He found her smile the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen, her eyes those of an angel who'd fallen--willingly and without regret--from innocence to carnal knowledge.

  "What a lovely gift." She sighed. Her eyelids drooped. "Thank you."

  "My pleasure." Odd, he felt as proud as if he'd given her a Honey-load of pleasure. Still inside her, he wiggled his finger while he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  Her eyes popped open. "Goddess!"

  "The biggest advantage women have is their ability to come and come and come. We poor men need recovery time."

  She tilted her chin, her eyes flashing pure mischief. "Prove it."

  "Which? That I need recovery time or that I can make you come and come and--"

  "Come again?"

  "Exactly."

  "Prove it."

  And prove it he did.

  * * * *

  Three or four or maybe even five climaxes later, Keely mumbled, "Um, Geoff?" She could feel his erection pulsing between her buttocks. She wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but she wanted to give him back some of the pleasure he'd given her.

  "Um, Keely, I think we're turning into prunes." He held up his hand, his fingers wrinkled at the tips.

  "My toes look like oatmeal," she agreed, laughing softly. "Could you give me a little boost so I can get off your lap?"

  "Not necessary. Tub tilt." And it did, a full ninety degrees that allowed them to step out as if the tub were a shower. Well, Geoff stepped out, Keely still in his arms. Which felt kinda nice--even though it made her feel helpless and girlie.

  "You can put me down."

  "Not yet. Your lessons have just begun, Ms. Ketchum." With that, he carried her into the bedroom. "Lights full," he commanded as he put her on the bed.

  He'd already seen her naked, but for some reason she felt shy. Before she could cover her breasts and mons, he caught her hands, drawing them over her head. She discovered she didn't mind being in such a vulnerable position. While he studied her with all the intensity he might focus on a star map, she studied him.

  She knew his craggy face attracted her. He had crinkles around his hazel eyes that spoke of countless hours squinting into some sun or other. More than squinting, she amended, knowing he smiled often and laughed long and hard at jokes she barely understood. His dark hair, still damp from their tub activities, curled over his high forehead and around his ears. Surprisingly elegant, his ears lay flat against his head. Twin dimples dotted the lobes as if they smiled even when he did not.

  Goddess, had she ever seen shoulders so wide? So naturally muscular the Goddess herself might have sculpted them for her own pleasure? Those wide shoulders flowed into a chest Keely knew could pillow a woman's head. A light matting of dark, crisp curls between his flat brown nipples narrowed and drew her attention downward. Those curls thickened around his cock--now only half-erect, but still seeming long and thick.

  Sweet mercy! If he ever put it in her would he fit? She gulped and forced her gaze to his powerful thighs. They too had a light matting of dark hair. They'd rubbed her legs, leaving her with the sensation of raw silk running up and down her entire body.

  "Magnificent," she murmured, returning her gaze to his face. His mustache twitched, giving her the impression he wanted to laugh. She reached up, stroked the short bristles with her fingertips and felt his lips curve.

  "Remember what you called my mustache when we hooked up on Io?"

  She felt a blush race from her toes to her forehead. "Y-yes."

  "Well, you're about to find out exactly how a womb broom feels."

  Geoff knelt on the wide bed and Keely felt a shiver course through her. Fear or anticipation, she neither knew nor cared. She kept her gaze fastened on Geoff's face.

  Thick dark lashes veiled his eyes, but she thought he might be looking at her breasts. Whether he was or wasn't, her nipples pearled into rigid peaks. She wanted to cover them, but her arms felt too heavy to move. And there was that curious sense of feminine power flowing through her veins. Had she ever felt like this? As if a man's--Geoff's--admiring gaze was her due? As if no other woman could fulfill his wildest fantasies?

  "Geoff, I would like--"

  "Shhh." His fingers brushed her lips, caressed her cheeks and toyed with the curls around her left ear. "We have time, Keely, for you to learn how to please me."

  How had he known that? That she wanted--needed--to return this amazing gift? Then nothing else mattered. His lips covered hers, soft and moist and coaxing. Gentle. His tongue teased the corners of her mouth, glided across the seam of her lips and seemed to ask for entrance with a brief foray between them. His mustache tickled and laughter flowed from her mouth to his.

  Laughter vibrated his tongue as it eased into her mouth. He swirled it as if wanting to taste every inch of her mouth and cheeks. His fingers traced a lazy path from her chin to her breast. His lips, tongue and teeth followed.

  His lashes tickled butterfly kisses over her belly. His mustache twitched as his lips and tongue moved over her skin. She did, in truth, feel as if he was sweeping away all her inhibitions. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to shift her legs so that he could lie between them. To moan when he gently scraped his mustache along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. To groan when he stopped. To look down the length of her own body and find him staring at her. To know her blush was more than embarrassment. Sweet Goddess, what could he find there to study so intently? And why did she find it so exciting?

  He touched her curls, looking up at her, his smile wicked and full of masculine pride. "You're wet, honey." His voice was a low rasp that made her shiver. "Your curls are wet with your own juices."

  He nuzzled her. Expelling a hot breath over her clit, he whispered, "You smell like a woman who wants a licking." He parted her curls and she thought of his cock springing up from between his legs. If her clit were that large it would spring up, too. Which, Goddess help her, it felt as if it had. He kissed her clit, his mustache rubbing against the erect little nub. She jerked as if he'd connected a wire directly to a lazer power source. And, finally, he licked her opening.

  She thought she would die from pleasure. And it only got better as he eased a long thick finger into her pussy
and continued to lap her clit.

  "You taste like honey," he murmured, lapping, sucking, stroking. "Give me more honey, honey. Let go and come for me."

  Her hips surged up, pressing him more deeply into her body. Afraid she would yank out his hair if she touched him, her fingers clenched in the sheets. Behind her closed eyes, the colors of the rainbow sparkled like jewels in a midnight sky until--at last--she shattered, sobbing his name.

  For a sweet long moment they lay in silence, his head resting on her belly. She stroked the silky curls and tried to remember if she'd ever felt so completely sated.

  "Wow," she finally managed to say.

  He chuckled. "Yeah."

  Toying with the curls around his ear, she said, "I'd still like to return the favor."

  As he slid up her body he lifted his head. Gathering her into his arms, he kissed her temple. "I don't think that's a good idea."

  "Why? I've read that men think about sex sixty times an hour. So why don't you want me to… Ahh. This was just a pity fuck. A pity face fuck I guess is more accurate."

  He tightened his grip, effectively holding her prisoner. "That isn't it at all. I just…I don't think I could stop."

  "Stop what?"

  "I'd want to be in you. Buried to my balls inside you. I've never made lo--had sex with a virgin, Keely. That's something that carries a lot of responsibility. I don't think either one of us is ready for the baggage that comes with--"

  "By the Goddess, Geoff! I don't expect you to marry me. Besides, like I told you before, I don't know if I'm a virgin or not. I could--"

  "You are."

  She stuck out her chin and glared at him. "How do you know? If you've never had sex with a virgin, how do you know I am one?"

  * * * *

  "I know. I've necked and petted enough women who aren't virgins to know you still are one." Or had been until he finger fucked her. She probably thought he had to put his cock in her, that she was still a virgin. Which, technically, he supposed she was.

  "P-petted?"

  "What we did in the tub and just now. It's called foreplay."