She glances from it to me and sighs. “Do you think we can fit?”
I wink at her, “I’ll make it so.”
She slaps my chest playfully at the innuendo. Smirking, I reach out my hand to help her in. That puts the smile I crave back on her face. She waits for me to slip in first. Leaning back, I lift my knees, and she lies back on my chest, her feet stretching out.
Giving in to the serenity of this moment, I squirt some shower gel on her chest. Kneading her breasts, I lower my hand down her belly and between her legs.
She sucks in a breath when I push my fingers inside of her, cleaning her up. She’s so damn wet, and it has nothing to do with the water. So damn responsive.
She buries her face in the crook of my neck, biting into it. “Please…”
My girl is so sweet when she begs. It will be a recurring thing.
“You’re sore.” I remind her as much as I do myself.
“I don’t care,” she whines.
My cock juts out between her thighs, wanting to be where my fingers are. I ignore it once again, continuing to clean her. My need to care for her overpowers the desire thrumming under my skin.
When her eyes find mine, they’re glazed over as if she’s drunk. I love how desperate she is for my cock.
That’s my cue to stand up before her desire overpowers my reason.
She gasps. “You’re leaving me like this?”
I chuckle. You’d think I did the most preposterous thing possible.
This occurrence will be an exception, but she doesn’t need to know that yet, wanting her on her toes.
Her incredulity is adorable.
“Yes.”
“Why?” She pouts like the spoiled princess I turned her into.
“I want you fucking desperate for my cock, that’s why. Conditioned to be my perfect slut.” I wrap my hand around her neck. “I warned you, Dahlia.”
She wets her lips, surprising me when she cups my hard dick. “He’s on my side.”
She winks over her shoulder as she snatches a bathrobe from the peg on the door, looking like the queen of my life that she is.
Water drips from me, leaving a trail behind, not caring but to reach her. The top of her head barely touches my neck, my body towering over her.
She eyes me with pure hunger. “I love the size difference.”
Me fucking too.
“Get dressed. We’ll be late for breakfast.”
I smack her ass again, and she takes off as I wrap a towel around my hips.
“You’re obsessed with my ass,” she says as she puts on another thong that won’t survive the day.
“I’m obsessed with every perfect inch of you,” I give, stalking toward her.
“No need to charm me, you know,” she teases.
“I haven’t even started.” With a finger, I tilt her face to take her mouth in a passionate kiss that only leaves us hungry for more. But the delayed gratification will make the sex even more explosive.
