His arms wind around my waist, pressing my back to his chest, and he pulls me back with him as he rests against the tub. My head drops back to his shoulder, like it’s exactly where it’s supposed to be.
“Silas,” I practically whisper, “thank you for today.”
“You’re welcome, baby.” He kisses my cheek. “It was fun, watching you pretend like you weren’t out of breath.” His chest moves behind me, like he’s holding in a laugh.
“Well, it’s because I was. There was no pretending. I was just trying to act as nonchalant as possible next to my athletic husband.”
He tucks his face into my neck to hold in his laugh.
“It’s okay; you can laugh.” I turn my head to see his face.
He doesn’t answer, just kisses me.
His hands find my hips under the bubbles, and I place myhands on his forearms as he traces his fingers over my hip bones and across my stomach, like he’s not in a hurry. He just wants to feel me.
I can feel his erection sitting between my butt cheeks, gently sliding back and forth. I can’t deny that it’s turning me on. I mean, all of it is really.
His hands move down to my thighs, and then they dive between my legs, spreading them apart. I place one of my hands on top of his and guide it to my center. I’ve never felt this bold before, but Silas makes me feel like I can take what I need.
“You want me to play?” He presses kisses along my neck, sucking below my ear.
“Yes,” I practically moan.
His palm covers my mound, and he slides one long finger through my center, pushing it into me. He pumps in and out slowly while he presses down on my clit with his palm.
I start to circle my hips, seeking more, and he answers by pushing his finger in to the knuckle, thrusting it short and deep. I turn my head to kiss him, sucking on his tongue when he opens for me.
It’s everything, but also not enough.
I turn in his lap, my knees brushing his thighs, making the water spill. His hands grab my hips to steady me—instinctive, protective—as I settle over his cock.
My hands run up his chest, and then up around his head, holding the back of it. Like I’m afraid he’ll move away from me.
I study his face and see a beautiful man who is comfortable in his own skin. Who looks at me with reverence and curiosity.
“This feels … real,” I admit quietly.
He leans forward and kisses me. “Because it is.”
“I keep waiting for the bubble to pop,” I say. “Like I’m supposed to wake up and realize it was a dream.”
I want to live forever in this dream.
He chuckles deep. “Let me know when that happens.”
“I don’t want to wake up if it is a dream,” I whisper against his lips.
Our kiss starts slow and gentle, almost like he’s trying to reassure me. And I answer without thinking. It’s instinct. I’m supposed to move with this man. Because we fit.
He explores my body as we kiss, learning every piece of me. And he takes notice when he does something that makes me squirm in his lap.
I start to rock my hips over his erection, and the pressure inside me builds. I pull back just enough for his crown to reach my opening, and I sink down slightly to tease us both.
Silas hisses when I go in deeper, circling my hips.
Then my hands run up his chest, and I use it as leverage to lift myself up just so I can drop back down on him, taking him to the hilt.
I feel so unbelievably full, and yet I want more. But I don’t think it’s about coming anymore. I think it’s about the connection I’m feeling with him right now.
