The confidence he fills me with, possibly teamed with whatever painkillers I’m on right now, makes me braver than I’ve been before. The fire that he has lit, is well and truly burning, and the feeling of desire consumes me with every heated look he gives me or his touch on my skin.
I hold his gaze and pull my bottom lip between my teeth before slipping my hand beneath the surface of the bubbles, and between my legs. I’m nervous, but, I’m also beyond turned on, and I can see from the outline of Denham’s towel that he is too. It’s not that I’ve never touched myself before. I have. But I’ve never done it in front of someone. I’ve never wanted to, until now. My index finger slides across my sensitive clit, and that initial touch forces a jolt of sensation through my body. A soft moan leaves my lips as I slowly work in small, gentle circles, building the pressure and intensity. Denham’s eyes have only left mine to follow the path of my hand but his voyeurism is hindered by the layers of soft white bubbles.
“Stunner …”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
“You need to stop that.”
I smile at him seductively, quirking a brow in challenge, before I close my eyes and let my fingers move across my slick flesh. My breaths start to become faster and shallower. I hear Denham’s towel drop to the floor and his footsteps come closer to me. My skin prickles with anticipation.
“You trying to show me you don’t need me?”
I open my eyes to find him gloriously naked, and standing right next to the tub with his hands braced on the edge.
“Mmm hmm,” I answer before taking my time to look him up and down as he did me. I could look at him all day. I want to kiss every ripple, every dip in his tan flesh.
“Oh, I have no doubt you can get yourself off, but I’m going to show you how good it feels to have me do it.”
I groan at his words and my tongue snakes out to skim my lip. He leans forward plunging his hand through the surface of the water and pushing my fingers out of the way. His index finger is longer, wider and rougher than mine, and the difference in sensation pushes my arousal up a gear.
He kneels next to the bathtub and levels his eyes to mine. I watch his pupils dilate as his hand moves deeper. He pushes a finger inside of me, and I gasp. Not because it’s painful, it doesn’t hurt. He’s gentle but assured at the same time, and although this isn’t the first time someone has touched me like this, it feels different. It’s a consuming arousal that travels through my body and forces a reaction from all of my senses with the smallest of movements. When he gently crooks his finger towards the front of my stomach, I push my hips forward and let out a cry. Denham reacts by crashing his mouth to mine. He moans, a deep, throaty moan, and drags my bottom lip between his teeth. His finger pushes in and out of me, curling upwards, stroking that sweet spot that drives me wild, and sending sparks through my whole body.
“Arianna.”
“Yes,” I pant. My body is being worked into such a frenzy that although I’m not moving, the sensations are making me breathless.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I say, as I sit upright, holding his gaze and pushing myself to my knees. He grumbles a little at having to lose contact with me but raises himself to standing, and bends at the waist, bracing his hand on the side of the tub, meeting me at eye level and watching me with curiosity etched across his face.
“I want us,” I whisper and reach up with my hands to drag my nails gently down his thighs. He shivers and pushes his hips forward involuntarily.
The way his eyes are heavy with lust, and his body is straining to keep control, makes me want him in every way possible. I know he’ll try and be gentle with me after seeing my bruising and once again I find myself thinking up ways I can convince him that I’m not broken. I want him slow and sensual. I want him fast and hard. I want him every way imaginable.
I push my hands across his skin and splay my palms across his ass. When I pull forward gently, he silently protests by pushing against me with equal pressure. When I dig my fingers into his flesh, he chuckles.
“I know what you’re doing,” he warns.
“Then you’ll know I’m about to do this—”
I pull his ass forward as far as I can without throwing him off balance, and his hands leave the tub so he can stand up straight. I take his cock in my hand and stroke firmly from tip to base and back again. I wet my lips with my tongue and lean forward to take him in my mouth. When he hisses in a breath and mutters, “Fuck.” I know I’ve got him. I close my lips over him and swirl my tongue around. He swells in my mouth, and I can tell it’s taking every ounce of his composure not to thrust his hips. Idon’t want him to be gentle with me. I don’t want to be treated with fragility. I take him deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, and I moan with determination.
“Ari, you can’t…oh fuck, that feels so fucking good,” he groans, and while his muscles are taut, I feel him relax knowing he can’t hurt me this way.
His hands tangle in my hair, gently at first but with more tension as I move faster, his breaths become more rapid and he loses a little of his composure. This is what I want. I want him undone.
I want uninhibited, carnal, explosive exchanges. I want us to explore each other’s bodies as if it were the first time and neither of us have fear nor false expectations. He makes me want to push forward, to do all these things with him. I just need to make him see that he doesn’t need to be so cautious. Slowly but surely, I’m doing it. And when the time comes that we are both 100 percent on that level…Oh my god, it’s going to be explosive.
His fingers flex and grip tighter in my curls, and with every move of his hand, I suck a little harder.
He pulls back and cups my chin softly. “Just so you know, I won’t always be gentle with you. I won’t fuck you while you’re battered and bruised but that doesn’t mean you can’t come ...”
“Good,” I reply.
“But I can’t take you hard while I know your bones will protest. I can’t do it knowing that I could cause you pain.”
He pauses before he takes his hand from my chin and he strokes himself. “Touch yourself, Ari. Make yourself come.”
