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was divine. There was no urgency. Just the slow, familiar dance of homecoming and welcoming. Two souls remembering each other. They rocked back and forth slowly, letting their passion build slowly until the suspense became too much for either to bear.
    Without withdrawing from her tight sheath, Matt maneuvered until Karri was lying in the tub with her legs wrapped around his waist. With his knees nearly touching the back of the tub and his arms braced on either side of the tub, he began to thrust long and deep. At the end of each thrust, he rotated his hips one way or the other. Sometimes when he had slammed home really hard, he’d just stop, and it seemed as though he was flexing his rod inside her. She felt it jump and bob and set off a myriad of tremors inside her. Karri knew he was toying with her, setting her up so he could bring her down. The anticipation was killing her. She had to do something to up the ante.
     
    *****
     
    Matt was enjoying this more than he had ever enjoyed sex before. This wasn’t sex, this was…he didn’t have a name for it. There was no way to describe what was happening with Karri. She was so wanton for him. So responsive. She met him stroke for stroke and never lost her own little seductive swagger. Her moans encouraged him to plow deeper and harder. Just when he thought he had her on the brink, she locked her legs tightly around him and began to milk his rod. She’d braced her hands against the tub and began to buck underneath him. He couldn’t stand it. She was calling him out. Taunting the beast. Matt felt the last of his restraint shred to hell as he snatched her off the floor of the tub and crushed her to his chest.
    With her arms linked around his neck and her legs around his waist, he began to pound into her. The speed and depth of his thrusts were automatic. He dipped his head to her shoulder and sank his teeth into her as she clawed at his back. Her walls clamped down tightly around him, and he doubled his speed. There was no warning when her orgasm struck this time. Only the warmth of her love dew flooding around his thrusting cock and the stranglehold she had on his neck. Matt thrust on. He rode the wave of her second and third orgasm and continued to pound into her. She was nearing orgasm number five, or maybe it was six, when she suddenly threw both hands in the air and began soundlessly screaming to the sky. With her head thrown back and her arms flailing, Matt felt lightning strike his spine. He arched his back and thrust one final time as Karri found both her final orgasm and her voice and screamed his name.
    As they collapsed into the large tub, neither noticed the steady spray of cool water raining down on them.
     
    *****
     
    SOME TIME MUCH MUCH MUCH LATER
    Karrington sat cross-legged on her bed and listened to Matt talk with the plumber.   A smile crossed her face as she listened to the man explain how whoever had torn the bathroom up must have been on a rampage. She didn’t think she could just come out and say, “well, it was more like a sexual rampage.”
    Karrington had to turn her head and bite her knuckles to keep from laughing as Matt thanked the aging man for coming out on such short notice.   She waited patiently while Matt escorted the man down the stairs and out of the house.
    When he returned and leaned against the doorjamb, she looked up at him. There was a small frown marring his handsome face.
    “What?” she questioned.
    Matt raked his hand through his hair before walking to the bed and flopping down beside her. He angled his head so that it lay in her lap.
    “You know, I am sure we can explain why the carpet cleaners are here,” he began, while staring into her eyes, “I mean the detachable showerhead is one thing, but how are we going to explain that you broke the whole faucet on the tub?”
    Karri could feel the laughter rumbling through him.
    Reaching down, she twisted his nipple.
    “Ow, what did you do that for?”
    “Do