I smiled against his mouth, heart still racing, pulse wild.
“Show me, then,” I said.
And he did—again, and again, and again—until the water ran cold and we couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
***
WE MADE ITback to the bedroom still wet, still half-dazed. Chain toweled off in silence, muscles shifting with each motion, but his eyes stayed on me—watchful, steady. Waiting.
He thought I was worn out.
He didn’t know I was just getting started. Chain had woken up something inside me that had been hiding just waiting on the right man to come along.
I walked to him slowly, water still beading on my skin, hair clinging to my back. He reached for me instinctively, but I caught his wrist mid-air and pushed gently back.
“Lie down,” I said.
His eyes flared—surprise first, then something darker. Want, yes, but threaded with a kind of awe. He didn’t argue. Just stepped back and let the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He lowered himself, slow and obedient, until he wasstretched out across the mattress, hands at his sides, cock already stirring again just from the look I was giving him.
I stood over him, letting the silence stretch. His breath had gone uneven. I could see it in the rise of his chest. He didn’t look away.
“You liked taking care of me?” I asked softly, climbing up onto the bed, straddling his hips.
He swallowed hard. “Fuck yeah.”
I leaned down, bracing my hands on his chest. “Let me take care ofyounow.”
His breath caught.
He was still breathing hard beneath me, heartbeat hammering against my cheek where I lay sprawled across his chest. His skin was hot, slick with sweat, and every now and then his fingers twitched like he was still reeling.
I let the silence hang. Let him think maybe it was over.
Then I shifted.
Slowly. Intentionally.
I dragged my nails down his ribs, featherlight at first. He flinched, muscles jumping beneath my touch, but didn’t stop me.
Good.
I kissed the hollow of his throat, then bit—not hard, just enough to make him hiss and tilt his head back to offer more. His pulse pounded against my lips.
“Thought you were spent,” I murmured, voice dark and amused.
“I—fuck—I was.”
“But not anymore,” I corrected, tongue flicking across the mark I’d left.
My hand slid down his stomach, slow as smoke, until I found him already twitching back to life. I didn’t touch him properly—just let my fingershover, ghosting so close it made him jerk.
I kissed him slow, then hard—tongue dragging across his bottom lip, biting gently, taking my time. My hands roamed lower, nails grazing down his ribs, then lower still, fingers wrapping around him, stroking until his hips lifted under me.
“Lark—fuck,” he rasped. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Good,” I whispered against his jaw. “Then die slow.”
He laughed, breathless. But the sound turned to a groan as I shifted my hips, dragging myself down over him without letting him in. Teasing. Controlling. His cock slick against my thigh, twitching as I rolled my hips just enough to make himfeelit, but not enough to give him what he wanted.
