I huffed out a laugh and kissed the top of her head. Damn, she smelled good.
“I’m an arborist. Don’t always climb trees, since a lot of my work is consulting with clients.” I cupped a handful of water and poured it over her breast, watched it run down, fascinated. “Hate losing trees. And I don’t tell my clients this, but getting up there with a chainsaw’s my favorite part.” Incapable of not touching her, I weighed her breasts in my hands, wishing I could get down and lick her there again, suck on her nipples.
“That’s…you’re incredible.” Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. I did that to her. Me, nothing but a loner dude, just trying to keep my head on straight. I hadn’t felt this… Power wasn’t the right word, but strength wasn’t it either. Whatever the word, I hadn’t felt like this in ages. Years.
Maybe ever.
“You are,” I whispered against the side of her head. “How the hell’d this happen, huh?”
She started to turn and I nudged her straight, not even remotely ready to show her what must show plainly on my face—this thing was bigger than a night or a weekend. Whatever the hell had brought us together—shit weather, divine providence, the fucking Holy Spirit. Whatever it was, I didn’t want it to end. Couldn’t let it end and feel whole anymore. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
Don’t go.“Don’t look at me.”
She grew very still. “Why not?”
“You’ve torn me up inside, Christa. I’m not the same since I pulled you out of that car.”
“No?”
“Mm-mm.” To calm myself, or maybe just to get the attention off of me, I let one hand play with her nipple and moved the other further south, under the water, between her legs.
“How’m I supposed to go back to what I had before?” I cleared my throat. “How do you expect me to live my…solitary life up here once you’re gone?”
Her breathing was shaky, her breasts quivering. She tried to turn again and, firmer this time, I bracketed her with my arms, slid a finger inside her with my left hand, and flicked at her clit with my right. Maybe distracting her would do it. Maybe she wouldn’t notice how she’d torn me apart. Or how badly I wanted to tell her about it. Like I’d spent all these years quiet—and happy that way—but suddenly, she’d unlocked some magic door and I needed to spew feelings like a damn geyser.
Like with my sisters when we were kids, the emotions here were too big to stay locked up. But I couldn’t let her watch me come apart.
Another finger, sliding in to join the first, my thumb working her faster. My cock stirred to life again, which wasn’t remotely surprising considering how lush her ass was, right here against me.
I pressed forward, let her feel me, and continued to drive her higher. If I did this, we could pretend she hadn’t heard what I’d just said. I could pretend I didn’t say it.
Her hard breathing turned to moans and my body wanted her again, which seemed impossible after so short a time. I eyed the tub, trying to figure out if we could even do it in here and then she answered the question by lifting herself up.
“Can you…can you put it in me?”
Fuck, yeah, I could do that. I reached for my cock, held it at the bottom, ran it up and down her lips a couple times to slick it with her wetness, mixed with my come from our earlier session. Like I’d marked her with it. My cock pulsed at that idea and I notched myself at her entrance, wrapped my arm around her belly and pulled her onto me.
Our movements were awkward and slow in the tub.
And, shit, she was in pain from her accident. I shouldn’t push her.
“Don’t move, Christa. Don’t need to hurt yourself again. Just stay like that.”
She stilled for a few seconds, tightened around my dick and let go, tightened and let go.
“Holy shit.”
“I do my kegels.”
I grinned into her shoulder, then nipped her with my teeth, and pulled her down, hard.
“Is this good?” she asked, though she had to know it was.
“Yeah. Oh, yeah.”
Wet and round, sweet and smart as hell.
