“My turn to make you savor your desire, my beautiful temptress,” he said, lifting her from him and to her feet like a child. “We can’t waste the bath.”
They slipped into the smooth warm water. He was still erect. She moved to hold it. He pulled away with a laugh.
“My turn to tease,” he said.
“Spencer—I want it!’
“You’ll get it my love. But first you get some tender care.”
He picked up a small curved colored glass bottle. He pulled out the stopper and poured some oil into the palm of his hand. A scent of wonderful roses filled her senses. He slid behind her and began to massage the oil into her back and shoulders. His powerful hands slid under her arms to her breasts. The first tickle of no return zizzed in her nub. His c**k was hard against her back.
“You feel desire, my lovely woman
