“You did so damn good, Blythe.” His pulse was strong, and she could feel his chest practically vibrating. “Looking down at you, seeing your gorgeous lips wrapped around me—hearing youmoan, and feeling your hands all over my body…it was pure fucking heaven!”
She breathed out a single syllable laugh against his mouth, then moved her head back to admire his ravenous face. “Really? You just called me by my name. What happened to sugar or baby?”
His thumb caressed her cheek.
“You’re so much more than a nickname to me. You’re everything to me. When you hear me say your name, I hope you know that you’re the most beautiful and precious thing in the world! When I’m flirting or seducing you…I’ll call you sugar.” His eyes danced with that mischief she adored, then they honed in on her. “When I’m serious, I’ll only call you by your name—because this isn’t flirting anymore. I’m serious as hell, and you deserve someone who's serious as hell about you, Blythe. You’re mine, and you own me, mind, body and soul.”
She held his face, tears threatening to spill over the truth she felt in her heart with every word he spoke.
Carrying her to the bathroom, he sat her down on the edge of the garden tub and ran the water, putting his fingers through the steady stream to feel the temperature.
“Are you filling this tub up for me?” She smiled. Gosh, he was so sweet.
“I’m filling this tub forus,sugar—it’s built for at least two.”
Blythe bit her lip and grinned. She could only imagine what he was about to do to her in that tub—but if last night was any indication, she was excited to find out. This wasn’t going to be just a bath, that she was certain of. She pulled his shirt from her body, heat already pooling between her legs as she dipped her toes into the warm water and lowered herself all the way down.
His voice was always so provocative, and it made her tummy flip when she heard him say, “Scoot forward, baby… I’m coming in behind you.”
Justin slipped into the water and wrapped his legs on either side of hers, pulling her back up against him. It was a good thing this tub wasn’t any smaller, because the man was huge. His hands smoothed over her skin, under the water, then up to the swell of her breasts and gently squeezed.
“Do you mind if I return the favor? Touch you here…” His hands started to roam. “And here…” One hand was at her throat, the other between her thighs. His fingers started to play, while his hold on her neck tightened just a little.
What was happening? There was no way, in any other reality, that a hand on her throat would’ve been ok…but with Justin? She felt—safe.
“I’ve only got two hands, sugar—want to help me?”
Her eyes were closed, enraptured in yet another first with Justin. Her words came out breathy, and she almost stumbled over them. “What do you mean?”
“Play with your nipples, baby. Pretend it’s my mouth on those gorgeous tits while I play with your pussy.”
Being told what to do by Justin Forge was not the same as being told what to do by some shitty fiancé, or her dad, or anyone else. When Justin told her what to do, she liked it… Shewantedto obey.
“Okay.” She lifted her hands from under the water and placed them right where he instructed her to. She began to pinch and tug, every part of her engulfed in the delicious stimulation they were creating together.
“That’s it, sugar…tell me what’s running through that pretty head of yours right now—every word.”
She paused, feeling a little timid at vocalizing her feelings, but let go and confessed. “I’m thinking about how hot it is having your fingers in my pussy right now. The warm water and the way you’re doing it…it’s like I’m weightless and drowning in your touch. In my mind, it’s your lips devouring my tits right now,and I never thought I’d like another person’s hand at my neck like this—but because I trust you, it’s actually turning me on even more.”
“There she is…” He drawled the words, “That’s my good girl. Keep it up. We’re going to make you come…” His voice lowered an octave. “So fucking hard.”
Her chest heaved and she arched her back, her torso peeking out of the water.
Justin’s fingers were surely Picasso’s paint brush. He was a master at his craft and knew exactly where to touch her to get her off. His fingers were at her clit, inside of her, and all over her pussy lips. His hand remained at her throat, while hers continued to do the job he’d given her.
The back of her head was resting on his shoulder when she started to feel herself climb. Her jaw dropped open, more than it already was, and the high-pitched sounds coming from her throat got even louder.
“Go ahead, scream for me baby, it’s just us. Shatter the windows, give me everything you’ve got, and when you come—it’s my name I want to hear on those pretty lips again.”
Her panting became uncontrollable, and just when she thought she was going to burst into flame, she screamed his name.
At the same time, she heard him whisper next to her ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come apart for me.”
He helped her out of the water and wrapped a towel around her middle. Justin draped his mouth over hers one more time and spanked her bottom as he kissed her.
“Thanks for breakfast. Tasted like heaven, you and me.” He winked and turned his back to take another towel off the rack.
“Oh, my gosh!” Her shriek almost made him jump out of his birthday suit.
