The way it’s falling from her fingers draws my eyes away from her face. “What did she say?” I want to keep her talking so I can watch without distraction, even if it’s only for a few more seconds.
Reagan giggles. “She said you have it bad for me.” She moves her hand around the water, causing it to part for a brief second, and my eyes are scrambling to catch a peek of anything that’s hidden below the water.
“She’s right,” I tell her when the water settles, and she leans back against a rolled-up towel on the edge of the tub. Tiny ringlets have fallen loose and cascade down her shoulder, kissing the surface of the water.
She gives me a halfhearted smile. “I still think you’re playing me.”
I sit up, taking my phone with me. “I’m doing no such thing, Reagan. This isn’t a game to me—we’re not a game. Neither is the election. Get that out of your head right now.”
“How can I be sure?” Her knees rise out of the water, and the bubbles run down her thighs and disappear into the surface. “Maybe it’s all a giant game of cat and mouse just to bring me down.”
“If I wanted to ruin you, I could’ve done that already.”
“That’s comforting,” she mumbles, staring down at her feet and away from the camera.
“Let me see your face better.” I switch on the light, making sure she can see the seriousness on my face.
She puts her hand out, blocking my view as she sits up. When she moves her palm away, all I can see is her face. “Happy now?”
“Extremely.” I smile. “I don’t want you to think I’m ever using you. I want you to know that whatever I feel for you is real and isn’t part of my campaign strategy to discredit you in the eyes of the voters. What can I do to convince you of this, Reagan?”
She taps her chin with her free hand and peers up at the ceiling. “Touch yourself and let me watch.” She smirks and brings her eyes back to mine. “That should put my mind at ease.”
“Only if you do it too,” I challenge her, rubbing my hands together as I watch her face grow serious.
“I’m game.” She wiggles her eyebrows and smiles. “But I’m staying right here, safely under my bubbles.”
“I just need to see your face,” I lie, placing the phone back on the nightstand and turning off the lamp before lying down to face her with only the light of my screen to show my face. “Tell me your fantasy.” My hand slides down my body until it reaches my stiff cock, and I wrap my fingers around it. “Let me hear what turns you on.”
She flattens her palm against her chest, right above her breast, and sucks in a breath. Slowly, her hand starts to wander under the surface and stops near her breast. Just her thumb is visible, but I know that she’s fondling herself. “I’m at a hotel with you,” she says, closing her eyes. “We’re kissing and hungry for each other.”
I squeeze my shaft tighter, gripping it roughly in my palm. “Do we have clothes on?”
“No.” Her voice is breathy and barely audible above the sound of the water moving. “I’m in my bra and panties, and you’re naked.”
“Are we in bed?”
“You have me pressed against the window, and my legs are wrapped around your waist.”
I moan softly. “I can almost feel the heat of your pussy against me.”
She opens her eyes, staring straight at me. “I can feel your hard cock pressing against me. I’m grinding on you, begging for you to fuck me, Jude. You’re kissing me deeper, toying with me.”
My hand moves faster, and my strokes become uneven when her hand completely disappears under the water.
“Your hands are under my ass, squeezing me roughly as your lips dip to my neck.” She bites her bottom lip, and a tiny, soft moan comes from her mouth.
I’m picturing her in my mind—her back’s arched with her breasts thrust toward my face. “I’m kissing the curve of your neck, trying to restrain myself from moving too fast,” I take over.
“Yes.” She presses her head into the towel and her lips part.
“Using my teeth, I pull the straps of your bra down to expose your breasts.” I pause and blow out a shaky breath. “I lick a path to your breast, pulling your aching nipple into my warm, wet mouth.” The top of my fist touches the bottom of my head, and my body quivers at the contact. “I take my time, giving each breast enough attention until you’re begging. Your panties are soaked, and you’re riding my cock, trying to come.”
She groans, and her eyes flutter closed.
“My teeth scrape against your nipple, and you shiver in my arms. I’m consumed with their hardness and the softness of your skin against my face. I can’t get enough of you, but my cock is aching so badly I have to be inside of you.”
“Yeah,” she whispers. “I need to feel you inside me.” When she licks her lips, I nearly explode.
