The light from the candles mingled with the happiness lighting her eyes. “So you went with all this?”
“Is it too much?” I asked, my hands falling to her hips.
Darcy shook her head. “No, it’s beautiful and incredibly thoughtful, but I didn’t get you anything, and now I feel kind of stupid.”
Pulling my shirt over my head, I grinned. “Don’t. Your present can be getting in this tub with me.”
Smiling, she pressed up on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on my cheek. “I can do that.” Then she climbed into the tub, and I watched her skin disappear into the cloud of bubbles. She glanced over her shoulder, the candlelight flickering against her bare skin. It was an image that was entirely too sensual for the jeans I had on, and I quickly discarded them onto the pile of our clothes.
She slid forward, allowing me to slide into the luke-warm water behind her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me so that her back was flush against my chest, her ass dangerously close to my dick.
“Lean your head back,” I murmured and waited until she complied before I grabbed the cup I’d set on the edge and used it to pour water over her hair. Then I put some shampoo in my hand and began lathering it through her hair, spending a good amount of time massaging it into her scalp. Her eyes closed, a contented sigh leaving her rosy lips.
I placed a kiss to the skin right below her ear, and she squirmed slightly.
“Archer—” She started to speak, but I silenced her, nipping at her earlobe.
“Shh. Relax.”
“Then stop kissing my neck.” Her hands started inching back behind her, the palm of her hand brushing my erection.
“Behave.” I removed her hand with one of my own, and began rinsing her hair. When I was finished, I pushed her slightly. “Other side of the tub with you.”
Doing as I asked, she moved to rest against the other end of the tub, displacing the bubbles as she went, and giving me a glimpse of her breasts in the process.
Fucking hell.
Hold it together, Archer.
I held out my hand. “Foot please.”
She lifted one of her long legs out of the water, delicately placing her foot in my hand, her teeth toying with her bottom lip. This was perhaps one of the best and worst ideas I’d ever had. If she kept it up, all the sweetness would leave my body completely and be replaced by the animalistic hunger I was barely keeping at bay.
I began massaging the arch of her foot, working my thumbs in small circles up to her toes and back down, eliciting a throaty groan from her. After a while, I switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. At some point, Darcy had let her head fall back against the edge of the tub, but when I set her foot down, she snapped it up, eyes locking on mine instantly.
“Are you done?” Her tone was lascivious.
I nodded. “I’m done.”
“Good,” was all she said before she launched herself at me, water sloshing up over the side of the bath as she crawled into my lap, her mouth finding mine in a deep kiss. I wrapped an armaround her waist, my other hand going to the back of her head, holding her to me. The kiss was an intoxicating mix of slow and fast, of passion and desire, of lust and . . . more.
She rose up onto her knees, not breaking away from the kiss as she grabbed my length, lined me up with her entrance, and then sank down, impaling herself on me fully.
“Fuck, Darcy. Holy shit,” I groaned against her mouth, her tongue darting out to swipe at my lower lip.
The smile curving her lips was sinful. “My turn to take care of you.”
I moved my hands to her thighs as she began to ride me, slowly at first, moving up and down my cock, her pussy gripping me tightly. She stopped at the top, swirling her hips around the head before plunging back down, her rhythm fast and hard.
Sliding my hands up her legs, I gripped her ass, clenching my teeth to keep from controlling the pace she set. But after a couple minutes, I couldn't help myself. I pressed her down onto my cock, stilling her as her pleasured cries echoed around the bathroom. “Archer, please,” she panted, hips squirming in my hands.
I shook my head, sliding one of my hands between us to find her clit. “I want you to come with me.” I circled it lightly with my thumb.
Her hands moved into my hair. “Yes. Yes. More.”
Increasing the pressure, I began stroking the tiny bundle of nerves and her hips snapped into motion. I thrusted up to meet her, her breasts bouncing tantalizingly as she ground down against me, and it wasn’t long until I felt my release building and burning through me.
“Shit, Darcy,” I hissed, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth and strumming at her clit.
