She looks at me like she doesn’t understand, but I can’t say anything else without giving myself away.
If or when she kneels for me, I want to see that hunger in her eyes for me and nobody else. That can’t happen when I’m masked, and it probably won’t ever happen.
“I have other plans for you right now.” I help her up and tell her to wait a minute as I go back into her room and grab her sleep mask.
When I return with it, she puts it on without question, and I strip down, enjoying the small bit of freedom outside of mine.
Once I’m naked, I lift her up into my arms and carry her to the tub, turning off the tap now that it’s halfway full. I lower both of us into the water and settle her on my lap so she’s facing me.
She shifts her hips, sliding her slick pussy over my erection, and I sprawl back against the tub with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Ride me,” I murmur.
Her nipples tighten at the soft command, and she reaches down between us, stroking my cock for another minute. I think she’s having too much fun playing with it, and I’m not even sure it will make it back inside her, but eventually, she lifts her hips and guides me in.
As she sinks down on top of me, I burn the image into permanent memory.
I let her have her way with me, and once she figures out I’m not going to help her, she finds her own rhythm, sliding up and down my shaft.
Her fingers drift over my body, all the way up my neck, and down to each of my hands. It makes me wonder if she’s searching for the rings and chain I was wearing earlier.
When she comes up empty, she releases another rough exhalation, and more than anything, I’d like to know what she’s thinking.
Whatever it is, she doesn’t give it away, and she shifts her focus to making me come. At least, that’s what I imagine is going through her mind as she rolls her hips and rocks up and down.
I feel drugged by the sight of her like this, and I’m already losing the battle of drawing out my release as pressure settles at the base of my cock.
When she comes around me, the sight alone sets me off. I grab her by the hips, holding her still as my abs contract and my cock empties inside her.
She collapses against me, breathless and exhausted, and we stay like that until her racing heart calms. When she shivers against me, I turn the tap back on and fill up the rest of the tub, dumping her bubble bath inside.
“Pink or white?” I ask.
“White,” she says, her voice soft and sleepy.
I toss the bath bomb into the water and let it fizz while she takes a little nap on my chest.
When she stirs again, she peels her face off me with a yawn. Between last night and today, I’ve worn her out.
I give her a quick wash and dry her off, helping her into her pajamas. When I carry her back to bed, I’m sure she’s done for the night, and she’ll be passed out by the time I return. But onceI’m dressed and I come back to her, she’s lying there waiting for me.
“Can I take this off now?” She touches her mask.
I remove it for her and climb into the bed behind her. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”
She worries her lip between her teeth, biting back a nervous smile. “I saved a video to watch earlier. I’ve been waiting all day to get to it.”
“Better put it on then.” I wrap my arm around her waist and get comfortable.
“You don’t mind?”
“No.” I tuck her head beneath my chin as she grabs her phone. “What are we watching?”
She pulls up YouTube and opens a video from a channel she watches regularly. They’re a group of marine biologists who promote shark conservation by documenting their dives, rescue and rehabilitation cases, and explaining shark behavior.
Watching how happy she is as she settles in for the show, cuddled against me, is more endearing than I want to admit.
“You never told me how we got here,” I say.
