“We could sop up the mess ourselves afterward if that absolves your conscience,” he said, wondering at the mechanics of fucking her in the tub.
He didn’t know if his old self had made love to a woman in the water, but the notion of doing so with Bess was deuced tempting. He could spin her about on his lap, he thought, so that she could ride him…
“Oh,” she breathed with feeling as his finger slid deeper, her inner muscles clenching in welcome.
“You’re contemplating it now, aren’t you?” he teased, stroking her pearl simultaneously.
“You are…Torrie…”
Her words drifted off as he traced the whorl of her ear with his tongue. “I am, indeed, Torrie. How astute you are, wife dearest.”
Wife.
Damn, no matter how many times he called her by that title, it never failed to make him hard. In this instance, harder than he had already been, with her delightful arse snuggled against him and his forefinger buried inside her to the knuckle.
Who would have thought that being married would become such a potent aphrodisiac? Not Torrie. But here he was at a quarter to midday, naked with his wife in the bath, and happier than he had ever been.
“I didn’t mean…that…” Bess was panting now, her words once more drifting away as he continued to play with her.
A bit more pressure on her clitoris. He strummed as if she were an instrument, adding a second finger and working both deeper.
He bit her earlobe. “What did you mean, then?”
She shifted, water rippling over the edge in truth now, the crevice on her bottom sliding along his aching cock. Narrowly, he avoided the urge to thrust. To rub himself all over her in any way he could.
“I meant…”
He tongued the hollow behind her ear and she faltered again.
“What did you mean then, love?” he asked innocently, all while continuing to destroy them both with his fingers and tongue.
He couldn’t bloody well wait to have her on the bed, naked, legs spread, so he could feast on her delicious cunny. For the moment, he would have to settle for playing with her under the water and making her squirm, which had its own rewards. Oh how he adored watching his prim governess unravel and surrender herself to desire.
“Mmm,” was all she said this time.
A sign that he was succeeding in his intention to undo her thoroughly. He wanted her breathless and desperate, and if she still wanted to pleasure him after that, then good God, he strongly feared there would be nothing left of him. He would combust into a pile of ash.
Sated, well-pleased ash.
Yes, he could happily die with Bess’s lush lips wrapped around his cock. There was no conceivable better way to go.
He kissed her damp throat, sucking on a place that he knew always drove her to distraction, and was gratified when she moaned and rocked against his erection.
“Have I rendered you speechless?” he asked against her skin.
“Mindless,” she said with a sigh.
He could work with that.
Torrie bit the smooth curve of her shoulder. “Do you want to sit on my cock and ride me in this tub? We’ll splash water all over the carpets and you can fuck me until you come, and then I’ll carry you to the bed and slip inside your sweet cunny and fuck you some more.”
Her cunny quivered around his fingers as he spoke the naughty words, making him smile. He didn’t know where this new wickedness within him had emerged from. All he did know was that it was wild and uncontrollable. He loved saying the filthiest things to her that his mind could conjure and watching a flush turn her creamy skin rosy. And feeling the effect it had on her? That was the most delightful part of all. She was so wonderfully responsive, and he thoroughly enjoyed bringing her wicked side to life.
“That would be very bad of us, wouldn’t it?” she asked breathlessly.
His smile deepened. His minx was intrigued.
“It would be very, very bad.” He pulled her heavy hair to the side and kissed her nape as he sank his fingers deeper inside her, curling them just so. “But perhaps you wouldn’t mind being bad with me, would you? Just this once.”
