“Which one?”
I hold up two options, and she chooses the purple one. I toss it into the water with a thud as I take off my underwear and take a deep breath.
“At least, I’ll be able to relax for two goddamn minutes. You’re not allowed to be mad at me when this is over, blondie.”
The water fills, and I grab her. She’s sticky and smells like all the inconsiderate assholes on the other side of the door.
I gently place her in the water first. I made sure it wasn’t too hot, but warm enough to feel comfortable. She hums and wades her hands through the purple hued water.
All of her things are already on the stool next to the tub, so I just gently climb in behind her. Water spills over the lip but trickles to the drain in the floor. Even I can’t deny they did a hell of a job designing this bathroom.
“Dip under and get your hair wet,” I instruct her.
She turns and glares at me.
“Do you want the rat’s nest in your hair to get worse?”
Her hands go up to her messy hair, and she feels around for the clump of hair in the back of her head. She tries to run herfingers through it, but sighs, leaning back to dunk her hair and face in the water.
She sits between my legs as I use conditioner first to try and tame the mess that is her hair.
Elena doesn’t complain and just sits in the water as I work.
I push her hair off to one side and see Finn’s bond mark on her shoulder; I rub my thumb along the mark and sigh in irritation.
I’m not sure which emotion is at the forefront of my mind right now: frustration or jealousy.
Usually, I’m fine with my status, and honestly, I’m glad that I’m not being controlled by some animalistic part of my brain right now. But I also feel like I’m missing out on something, like I’m going to be left behind because I can’t mark her or give her a knot.
I run the conditioner through her hair, getting the tangles out before grabbing the spray handle and washing all the suds out of her hair.
She spins around, straddling me in the giant tub, both of her hands frame my face as she peppers kisses on my forehead, cheeks, and jaw.
“Is this your way of letting me know you’re not mad at me?”
She sighs, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Mine,” she whispers, and I lick my lips.
Even if I can’t give her what the others can, I still give her something, and that has to be enough. I hold her close to my chest as we sit in the warm tub.
“I hope you still feel that way once all this is over,” I mumble, and she just rubs her face harder against my chest.
I think she’s about to fall asleep, but then she fists my cock under the water. I harden immediately from the touch and groan.
Elena kisses the underside of my jaw before lining me up with her entrance and sliding down. She doesn’t grind over my cock, she just sits there with me deep inside of her.
“Is this your way of torturing me?” I ask her.
She just hums in response, leaning against my chest and enjoying the feel of me inside of her. It’s somehow both satisfying and frustrating. As much as I want her to move, I also like that she’s making me wait, that she’s content with me just being in her.
It’s an intimacy I didn’t expect, and I wonder if she’s gifting me with her full attention because she knows I need it.
“Have you realized I’m the needy one, Elena?” I ask her, and she shifts her hips.
Each small movement has my dick twitching inside of her. I hold the nape of her neck and place a kiss against her wet hair.
She sits up, making me groan and grasp her tighter. I’m so deep inside of her that I think one lift of her hips, and I might come. Elena pushes her wet hair to the side, exposing her long, beautiful neck.
