“Pick a book,” I tell her.
She dries her hands and chooses a book then nestles between my thighs and relaxes into my chest. Bubbles cover her body, only the swells of her breasts visible, until she reaches up to kiss me, offering a glimpse of full, glistening tits and peaked nipples.
My dick twitches. Her touch alone might make me come. This is the most action I’ve had since going on random Tinder dates before meeting her, which now feels repulsive to even think about.
I cradle the back of her head, deepen the kiss, and forget all about my time before her. Our tongues tangle, and she moans softly, rising on her knees to straddle me.
Abruptly, I break the kiss. “Read.” The word comes out raspy, not at all stern.
She releases a frustrated sigh, settles into my chest, and opens the book.
I hadn’t noticed until now, but she chose the smallest paperback. She holds it open with one hand while her other hand drifts to my inner thigh, caressing and teasing.
A shiver runs down my spine, my cock a steel bar between my legs. “You’re devious, you know that?”
I trail kisses over the curve of her neck, cup her breasts, and tweak her nipples. She whimpers and grinds her ass against me.
My dick throbs, and I’m too preoccupied salivating over her tits to catch her hand reaching between us to fist my shaft.
An involuntary “Fuck” slips from my lips.
She strokes my length, her palm grazes my Jacob’s ladder piercings, and she freezes, nearly dropping the book into the water.
Here it comes, in five, four, three, two?—
She tosses the book to the floor and spins around, her mouth agape. “You’re pierced? Who did you get that for?”
I shake my head, a deep laugh bursting from my chest. “I knew without a shadow of a doubt that’d be your response.” Encircling my uninjured arm about her waist, I guide her onto my lap, hoping to distract her with my cock—in a more pleasurable way that doesn’t have her scowling at me. “No questions, remember?”
“Tell me,” she insists, jaw tight and lips pouty. “You’re seven years older than me. I know hardly anything about you. You could’ve been married or engaged for all I know.”
“I haven’t.” My gaze is unwavering. “Like all my piercings and tattoos, it was because I wanted to. For the challenge, for the pain. Not for anyone else.”
She hangs her head and traces her thumb over the tiny bar in my nipple. She’s either mulling it over or sulking. Sometimes, I forget she’s only twenty-two…and sheltered…and spoiled.
“If you’re worried I’ve been in a serious, long-term relationship, you can stop. I haven’t. You’re the only one.” I flex my hips, and the bars on the underside glide through her slit. Fuck, she feels amazing, and I do it again, bumping over her clit. “We could fight about it, or you could sit on my cock, but I don’t have the energy for both.”
Her head snaps up, her expression shocked but her smile salacious. “I’d choose to sit on your cock any day.”
One hand on my shoulder, she lifts to line us up. I restrain her, tightening my arm around her waist.
“We can’t have sex in the bath.” Unable to stop, I suck her nipple into my mouth.
She gasps and rocks her hips, her pussy sliding back and forth over my piercings. “You’re such a buzzkill.”
I draw her other nipple into my mouth then take turns biting each one. “Your bed or mine?”
Her fingers weave into my hair. “Mine. It’s closer.”
I can’t resist grinning. Her husband will love that.
Chapter 7
Reece
Once my back hits the mattress, Aurora straddles me. She removes her hair tie, and dark waves cascade over her shoulders. Twilight descends, the setting sun casting a hazy glow that silhouettes her and highlights her curvy figure.
Head bowed, she traces her finger over my erection, base to tip. She teases the ring at the crown, and my cock jerks, leaking precum.
