It had been a long time since I’d taken a bath, and I’d never done so with another person.
“Bathing with Death.” That made me laugh. I said aloud everywith Deathorby Deathscenario that came to mind. “Getting wet with Death.”
Grym was probably getting sick of it, but all he did was kiss the side of my head and give my stomach a lazy rub.
My favorite wasgetting fucked by Death. That one made me so happy that I wanted to do it again, and I could easily convince Grym, but we weren’t finished with our lazy bath yet.
I played with his fingers while leaning against him.
I heard doors open and close downstairs as people came and went. It was a faint reminder that we weren’t alone in the house. I’d stopped minding the reaper invasion happening to me. Probably because my reaper had just invaded every part of me, and it was the best thing I’d ever experienced. My post-sex haze made me not care about anything but staying in our little cocoon with Grym for the rest of my life. I could forget that thereal world included reapers taking over my house and an entire organization trying to kill me.
Grym was amazingly gentle. He was always touching me. The intimacy wasn’t something I knew I needed until Grym showed me what I was missing. What was better was that he wasn’t vanilla. He rocked my world with the best sex of my life.
“We need waterproof lube,” Grym said, seemingly out of nowhere, proving my point about not being boring.
“So you can fuck me in the bathtub?” My hole fluttered to life at the thought of being fucked while half my body was submerged in warm water. “This bathtub is older than the house. My mom found it at a flea market and restored it. It’s seen a lot. Seems like it might see even more.”
“I had a claw-foot tub that was similar. I bought it new.” Weren’t clawfoot tubs popularized in America in the mid-1800s? I would definitely need to Google that.
It was strange to think of someone being as old as Grym, especially since he didn’t appear to be a day over thirty-five. We seemed to be of a similar age.
“So, waterproof lube, huh?”
“So I can be inside you as we relax.”
I chuckled. “I doubt I’d be able to relax with you inside me.”
“The only way to find out for sure is to try it.” It was good to know we were more than compatible when it came to sex.
“I’m willing. All I’m saying is that when your big old cock is inside me, I get hot and bothered. It makes me want to come just thinking about it.”
Grym’s cock hardened against the small of my back. It was almost at my opening. All I had to do was lift a few inches and then sit on it.
“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, you’ll have to get the lube first.” Grym reached down and gripped my hardening cock.
I moaned. My legs had a mind of their own, spreading for him. The water sloshed against the sides of the tub in gentle waves.
Grym let go of my cock, petting the head before lifting me around the waist. “Get the lube. I’ll drain some water from the tube.”
“You’re right about needing waterproof lube,” I said as I left the bathroom. I grabbed the tube from the nightstand and returned to the bathroom.
Grym had a portion of the water drained. It was enough that his cock stayed out of the water when I sat on it.
I faced him as I straddled his lap and handed him the lube. “I’m still open from the first time.”
“No prep? Are you sure?” Grym rubbed the lube between his fingers, then reached behind me. His fingers found my opening and pushed inside. He didn’t stay long, just enough to make sure I was right. When he was satisfied, he coated his cock with lube. Watching him touch himself made my blood heat.
“I need you.”
“I know,A stor.” Grym cupped my cheek. “Take me inside you.”
I aligned his cock with my opening and immediately sank onto it, taking the head inside.
“Oh, yeah. That’s so good.” I didn’t stop until he was all the way inside. When I bottomed out and shut my eyes, I relished the fullness.
“Look at me.” Grym’s voice cut through the pleasure, snapping my focus onto him.
His gaze felt like a caress. “Don’t look away.”
