This felt… real.
“Lower,” she breathed, her voice husky. My heart pounded as I trailed my hand down her stomach, fingers dipping into the warmth between her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, inviting, but still with that edge of hesitation in the way her breath hitched. I found her pussy, slick not just from the bath, and stroked along the folds. She was wet, swollen, and I circled her clit with my thumb, light at first, watching her reactions.
Colette's head fell back against me, a soft whimper escaping as I pressed a finger inside her. Tight, hot, clenching around me. I added a second, curling them to rub the spot inside that I’d learned drove her wild, thrusting slowly while my thumb kept working her clit.
Her hips bucked, water splashing, and she reached back to grip my thigh, nails digging in. I kept playing with her breasts with myother hand, pinching harder now, matching the rhythm of my fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.
She came quickly and with a shudder, walls pulsing around my fingers, her moans echoing off the tiles. I held her through it, kissing her neck, feeling her tremble. No rush for more — just this, her body melting against mine in the fading heat of the bath.
Colette's body still quivered in the aftermath, her breaths coming in soft pants against my neck. The water had cooled a touch, but the heat between us lingered, thick and insistent. She shifted in my arms, turning slowly, her wet skin sliding against mine as she faced me. Her eyes met mine, dark and hazy with satisfaction, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
Without a word, she swung one leg over, straddling my lap, her thighs bracketing my hips. The movement pressed her core right against my throbbing cock, but she didn't grind or seek more — just settled there, close, intimate. Water sloshed around us, splashing over the edge of the tub.
It didn’t matter.
I cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks.
She leaned in closer, her lips a mere inch from mine. I could feel the warmth of her breath, see the dilation of her pupils as she gazed at me.
Waiting.
Always waiting for her to make the first move, to ensure she was fully on board. Her fingers traced idle patterns on my skin, dipping beneath the water's surface to tease along the lines of my chest.
I shuddered at the touch, my hands gripping her hips instinctively. She smiled softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Silas,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. “Kiss me.”
I didn't hesitate.
Our lips met softly at first, a continuation of the tenderness from before. She sighed into it, her hands sliding up my chest to rest on my shoulders. The kiss deepened naturally, tongues slidingtogether in lazy exploration, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with the bath's minerals. I angled my head, capturing her lower lip between mine, sucking gently until she whimpered and pressed closer.
Her breasts flattened against my chest, nipples still peaked and sensitive from my earlier attention, scraping lightly with each breath.
We kissed like that for what felt like ages — slow, then urgent, breaking only to gasp before diving back in. My fingers tangled in her damp hair, holding her steady as she tilted her head, letting me trace the seam of her mouth with my tongue. She opened eagerly, sucking on it, then nipping my lip in playful retaliation.
The water sloshed around us as she adjusted, her knees digging into the tub floor for leverage. I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush, feeling the curve of her ass under my palm. But we didn't push further; it was all in the kissing, the way her mouth moved against mine — hungry one moment, teasing the next. She pulled back slightly, only to pepper soft kisses along my jaw, my throat, before returning to my lips with renewed fervor.
I groaned low, the sound muffled as our mouths fused again. Her tongue danced with mine, bold now, exploring every inch. Time blurred, the world narrowing to the slick heat of her lips, the way she moaned softly with each press, each pull. My cock ached, trapped between us, but the intimacy of this — her weight on me, our breaths mingling — built a different kind of fire, slow-burning and all-consuming.
She gasped, breaking the kiss to bury her face in my neck. “Fuck,” she panted, nipping at my throat. “How do you always feel so damn good?”
I swallowed hard, fighting for control. “Colette,” I rasped, “we don't have to do anything you're not ready for.” She pulled back to look at me, her eyes dark with want.
“I know,” she said softly, “but I want to. I wantyou.”
My hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. She arched at my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. Ileaned down, capturing one hardened nipple in my mouth and sucking gently. She gasped, fingers tightening in my hair.
I leaned back in, capturing one of Colette's nipples between my lips. I sucked gently, my tongue swirling around the hardened peak as my hand kneaded her other breast. She gasped, her fingers threading through my hair and holding me against her chest.
I continued to suck and bite at her, marking her skin with bites that would certainly fade to bruises by morning.
She groaned in frustration, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow kiss. She melted into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she kissed me back with equal fervor. Our tongues danced and twined, exploring each other's mouths with a lazy sort of thoroughness.
I poured all the pent-up desire and affection into the kiss, letting it speak what words could not. Colette responded in kind, her fingers threading through my hair and holding me close.
Our lips met in a slow, deep kiss that seemed to ignite a fire within us both. I angled my head, slanting my mouth over hers as our tongues tangled and danced. She tasted sweet, like honey and desire, and I wasn’t sure I wouldeverget enough. Her lips were soft and pliant beneath mine, molding to the shape of my mouth as if we were made for each other. I nipped at her bottom lip, soothing the sting with my tongue before delving back.
Colette moaned softly into the kiss, her fingers tightening in my hair as she pulled me closer. Our chests pressed together, hearts beating in sync as we lost ourselves in the sensations.
