<strong>New Orleans continued.</strong><br/><br/>My breath comes in deep, hungry sighs like the billows of a furnace in me, and from the heat between my thighs that's about how it feels.  Alex has been delightfully receptive, and the feel of those full, firm breasts against me, of that smooth-skinned leg wrapped around my waist.  My pelvis grinds against where she's braced, and I can feel that sensitive flesh of her open, hungry sex against where my pubic hair covers the tender flesh, and by instinct I'm grinding up into her, then lifting one knee to press there at the crook of her sex.  I do this gently so I don't hurt her, but then I press harder, drawing my thigh along her soft, full lips like a bow to a violin.  Doing so, I press her against the side of the tub, lift her just a bit.<br/><br/>Doing this, I can't really help myself.  I'm consumed by the need to taste her and feel her climax.  Her breath tickles my ear, and I realize that I'm kissing her neck, nestled into that jasmine-smelling blond silk and that my teeth are tugging at her earlobe.  I release it, lick it and open my mouth for a slow-closing kiss at the base of her ear as my fingers work deeper into her hair, tugging at it as if to expose more of her.  I quit steadying myself on the tub and I'm taking her... I don't want to hurt her, I'm not really hurting her.  But god, I realize, I'm close, and I could.<br/><br/>Sometimes even the tenderest lust gives way to need.<br/><br/>By taking her, I mean I'm accepting her invitation.  I'm taking control, and my hand's between her thighs and stroking along that smooth, damp seam of her sex, feeling the contrast between the dampness on the outside in those sweet little blond curls, all dark with the bath now, and with the dampness<i>between</i>those lips, the slick moisture of a healthy, eager sex, fragrant and clean like a warm, fine oil.<br/><br/>My hand cups her sex and my middle finger glides over her entrance, between the outer folds, and my palm presses the little pearl of her clit in a smooth caress.  My middle finger draws back and I thrust my hand hard along the fork of her legs to cup her ass, to squeeze it from between her legs as I savor the healthy swell of her girlish flesh.  "Tonight," I manage against her shoulder, and as I speak my mouth hangs open like a panting dog's and hovers over one pink rosebud nipple, "you do."  I close my lips over that peaked, tender flesh, hardened with desire and sensation.  I work the breast, and god it's fine to feel and taste her skin like this.  So fine I tug harder, not meaning to, pulling the nape of her hair back so her back arches and that breast's thrust into my mouth.<br/><br/>I break the kiss, staring down with both eyes wide at the pale, lovely creature beneath me. I feel like some kind of demon's taken me over, like there's something in me going wrong that I can only right by riding it out.<br/><br/>I heave myself upright and stare down at her, my hands moving to my shoulders as I stare.  Then I let them slide, slowly, down over my shoulders to my breasts-- the upturned swells of flesh ache as I stroke them, draw my fingers down them, and then splay over my belly and lower.  I watch, one eye pale, one eye glistening silver, and touch myself between my legs, cupping my sex and squeezing it.  I release it, my hair's spilling over my shoulder and clinging my my shoulder in wet ropes.  "Get up..."  I'm watching myself from a distance now, it's like I can see both of us at once, me standing with my shoulders heaving heavy, lusty breaths that make my small breasts almost bounce, the lovely girl splayed against the back of the tub.  With more civility-- less hungry lioness-- I manage to continue.  "Get up and show me how you like it."<br/>