I pushed myself back, toyed with the idea of giving him an outraged glare at such a ludicrous idea, but decided a wicked smile was much more fun. I smiled.
Wickedly. “Mock me, will you, mortal man? Oh, ye of little faith. Prepare to repent such unjust thoughts.”
“I warn you, it’s going to take some serious work to make me repent,” he said, his hands heading for my breasts. The impudent little hussies thrust themselves in his hands for a moment or two, then I slid back along his legs until my chest was resting on his groin.
“I’m not afraid of a little hard work. I think I’ll start by kissing your owie and making it better,” I said, deliberately moving forward so his penis—standing very much at attention—was caught between my breasts. He sucked in approximately half the roomful of air as I tightened my arms, effectively capturing him in a breasty grip. I flicked my tongue over an area to the left of his wound, not actually touching it, but licking off the lemon oil from the surrounding area.
Corbin’s eyes crossed and his head lolled back, his hands limp on the edge of the tub as I started a little back-and-forth motion that had him sliding along my breastbone. He wasn’t the only one who was affected by the erotic silk of the oil and water—the feel of his slick legs against my sensitive breasts was quickly building a familiar pressure deep inside me.
I swirled my tongue around his belly button, noting that he watched hopefully as I nipped my way over to his hip. The water reached just below his belly button, but he shifted so a good portion of his happy seven inches was above water.
I flicked the tip of it with my tongue. His knuckles turned white on the rim of the tub as I got my hands into the action.
His hips bucked as I licked a serpentine path along the length of his arousal, enjoying both the taste and feel of him as I used the oily water to find a rhythm that had him gasping in sheer delight.
“Now!” he demanded as he dragged me up his chest, spreading my legs so my knees were straddling his hips.
I gave a little wiggle. His oil-slicked length slid along all sorts of my newly discovered sensitive nerve endings. “Do you repent?”
“Yes, yes, dear God, yes! I repent! Of everything!”
I smiled as he pulled my hips forward, my body singing a hallelujah chorus as he pushed his way in. His hands slid up my slick back, one hand on the back of my neck, pulling me forward until his mouth possessed mine. He groaned into my mouth as I started moving on him, slowly at first, but soon the feeling of his body sliding along and in and around mine pushed me to a point where I was moving fast and hard on him.
His eyes turned to liquid silver as an orgasm claimed him. I had just enough presence of mind before my own consumed me to kiss him as he shouted out his love. Without thought, I whispered what was in my heart, collapsing on him, leaving us a tangle of lemon-scented, wet body parts, both of us gasping for air, our hearts racing in a similar rhythm.
We didn’t wait for anyone to drain and carry out the tub before staggering to bed. As I snuggled into Corbin, my limbs boneless and heavy, I double-checked that our activities hadn’t stressed his wound in any way, then kissed his chin and wrapped my arms around him with a happy, tired sigh.
He pulled me even closer, arranged my legs so that one of his was resting between mine, and kissed my ear.
“Amy?”
“Mmm?”
“Do you know what you said? At the end?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Ten seconds passed. “And?”
“Corbin, I’m warm, sleepy, and sated,” I said, pressing a kiss against his neck.
“Too warm, sleepy, and sated to deal with anything but rest.”
He was silent for so long I thought he’d gone to sleep. “You said you loved me.”
I bit his shoulder.
“Ow.”
I smiled, but he didn’t see it.
“Amy?”
“Mmm?”
“You’re going to have to face your feelings some time.”
“I know.”
