She probably would have spent the holiday alternating between crying and gnawing a raw carrot. But this—being treated as if she were something precious—was indescribable.
Tommy’s expression softened. “Told you I’d take care of you.”
“You did.” She raised her brows. “In any way I needed, wasn’t that right?”
In answer, he pulled a stool behind the tub and sat, his knees straddling either side. She peered down at her body, fully visible beneath the still water, and swallowed hard.
“Sit up a bit,” he said softly. She slid upward, her shoulders and upper chest rising above the bathwater. Before she could ask him what he intended, he traced the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck with the pad of one finger. “Lovely.”
Both hands rose to knead the taut muscles in her neck and shoulders, and she closed her eyes to savor every moment. Each stroke, each press, was an invitation to surrender, to let her worries fade, if only for a little while. She gave herself over to his touch, content to exist in a dream world where only she and Tommy mattered.
“How’s this?” His breath tickled her ear.
“Heavenly.”
One palm slid over her shoulder and stroked a path across her collarbone. She bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. He did it again, his fingertips dipping below the surface of the water to stroke between her breasts. Need unfurled in her low belly.
“Tell me what else needs my touch.”
A thousand thoughts tumbled over one another. This had not been covered in the pamphlets on reproduction Aunt Judith gave her when she became engaged. But this was Tommy. She was safe with him. Safe to express herself, safe to explore the ardor consuming them. Wherever he wanted to lead her, she would follow.
Bracing her hands on the lip of the tub, she levered herself up until her breasts, heavy with desire, crested the surface of the fragrant water. Her dusky nipples, already peaked with need, tightened further at the brush of cool air.
“Ah, I see.” His hands slid across her slick skin and she gasped as his warm palms cupped her breasts. When he spoke, his voice was thick. "How perfectly you fill my hands. Is that what you needed?" His thumbs grazed her nipples and she twitched at the potent delight. “Or perhaps this?”
"Yes,” she gasped, water sloshing as her legs moved restlessly beneath the surface.
He rewarded her by rolling her turgid nipples between her thumb and forefinger. He massaged her, raising her to the height of pleasure, while he pressed wet kisses along her neck. Dragging his lips to her ear, he growled, “Does your pussy ache?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Touch it.”
She obeyed without question, her fingers sliding beneath the water to the curls at the juncture of her thighs.
“Does it arouse you to know I'm watching?” She nodded, mesmerized by the low hum of his voice. “I wish you could see how beautiful you are, Genie love. So flushed and eager. My cock has never been so hard. And it's all because of you.” He tweaked her nipples, harder, and a strangled gasp escaped her. “Pleasure yourself while I worship these perfect breasts. Show me how to please you next time.”
She eagerly spread her legs and slid two fingers across her clitoris the way she liked. At the same time, Tommy sucked her neck. She shuddered and moaned. It was almost too much to bear—a scoundrel worshiping her breasts, whispering such wicked things in her ear, and her own fingers bringing her to fulfillment. Her nerves tightened, expanded.
“I adore your breasts so much. I want to thrust my cock between them, fuck them while you watch?—”
She cried out, shuddering as a long, deep climax rocked her limbs. She didn't wait, but surged to her knees in the tub, water splashing over the rim. Her abrupt movement dislodged Tommy's grip, and she turned to face him. His face was taut with barely leashed control, and his entire body shook. She lowered her eyes deliberately to where his cock thrust against his trousers.
“Take it out.”
He was on his feet, his shirt and trousers undone and discarded before she could tell him to take it slow so she could savor it. But then his thick cock was before her eyes in all its glory, and words failed her. Tommy pumped its length with a firm grip and a bead of moisture rose to the tip.
"You're unbelievably gorgeous," he grunted. "Surging out of the water like a goddamned mermaid. I can barely stand it."
No one had ever made her feel so worthy. She wanted to tell him what it meant to her, but she didn't know if it would be too much. If it would scare him off. She would give him physical pleasure instead. Anything he wanted.
"Come here."
He stepped forward. On her knees, his cock bobbed somewhere between her breasts and her mouth. So close to her mouth. She felt an urge to kiss it. She knew some men liked such a thing. There was artwork depicting such scenes between men and women, or even between men. It had shocked and aroused her, but above all, it made her curious. She leaned forward before he could guess what she was doing and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock.
"Genie love." His voice was strangled. "You don't have to do that."
"You said you would give me anything I wanted," she pouted. "And I want to try."
