“Neil!” She jumped and sent the water splashing out of the tub. I burst into laughter, and she pouted at me. “Not funny!” she scolded, blowing more soap foam into my face in revenge, and I abruptly arranged my face into a grave expression. Selene bit her lip, and then the real battle began. God forbid we take a normal bath.
I pinned her with my legs and began lightly pinching her. Babygirl struggled to break free, laughing. She laughed like a wild thing. It was a beautiful sound.
“Neil, come on. Knock it off!” Breathless, Selene found herself straddling me, wet hair plastered against her breasts as they heaved with her labored breathing. Drops of water hung like crystal ornamentation from her stiffened nipples.
She was fucking magnificent.
“Tinkerbell, you have two choices: You can either get out of this position, or you can let me fuck you for real. You decide.” I rested my head on the lip of the tub and slid lower until our bodies were perfectly aligned. But Babygirl seemed to be distracted by my chest. She stared at it, looking like her thoughts were far away.
“You can’t feel stained. Not ever,” she said softly, running her hands over my pectorals and then up to my neck, scrubbing at the ink stains that were slowly washing away into the water. “Understand? Never again,” she said, baldly on the edge of tears. I didn’t want her suffering over me and what I was.
I grabbed her wrist and looked deep into her eyes, those pure eyes that fixed on mine, letting me feel every bit of her sorrow.
“Promise me you won’t cry for me again.” It was more a command than a request.
“What?” Her face took on a look of bewilderment, and I glanced at her full lips.
“Promise me, Selene,” I repeated only a little less abruptly.
“I can’t… I…don’t…” She shook her head, and I grabbed her around the waist.
“I said, promise me.” I sat up and glared sternly at her. Her shoulders slumped and she gave in.
“Okay, I promise,” she surrendered.
“Good…” I gave her a chaste little kiss on the tip of her nose and made myself comfortable again, my head resting on the cool rim of the tub, my hands firm on her hips. “Now, what’s your plan here? You going to ride me?” I teased her, hoping to dispel some of the tension, and her eyes bugged slightly.
“Oh my God, no!” She gulped, and I glanced down at the pink marks dappling her body.
“I know, Babygirl. I was just joking,” I told her, and Selene sighed in relief before frowning as something occurred to her.
“What time is it? I’m supposed to go to the university today.” She stood up immediately and climbed out of the tub, giving me a very nice view of her wet, gleaming body. My little Tigress had an incredible ass, and one day I was going to take that too.
As she rifled around for a towel, I sank into the coconut-scented water and watched her easily, openly devouring every inch of exposed flesh.
Once she found the towel, she wrapped it around herself, putting an end to my lewd daydreams, and I snorted.
“Chill out. It’s not quite eight o’clock, and you don’t have to be anywhereuntil nine. I saw it on your calendar,” I muttered as I got out of the tub, although less elegantly than she had done. I got water everywhere.
“No, you don’t understand. I have to get my schedule approved, talk to my professors, and get my list of books to buy…” She stopped the moment her eyes caught on my body, hypnotized by each drop of water that ran down my skin. Her gaze wandered down and lingered on my hard-on, the head gleaming and pulled taut.
“But I get it; I won’t waste any more of your time.” I gave her a goading wink and grabbed a towel to wrap around my own hips.
“Neil…” she called out to me, watching me stand before the mirror. I finger-combed my wet hair one-handed and looked at her in the mirror, giving her my full attention. “I want to know you. All of you,” she continued, and her cheeks were stained with red.
I looked thoughtfully at her, not immediately realizing what she’d meant. Then, it occurred to me—the only part of me she didn’t know: mytaste.
“What are you saying?” I furrowed my brow as I turned to her.
“What, you think I can’t do it?” She put her hands on her hips in a challenging fashion, like she always did. A little girl getting into big trouble.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I shook my head, looking down at her. I advanced slowly on her slim body, watching her confidence crumble as I did so. I stopped just short of touching her face and stared her down arrogantly.
“You’d regret it,” I told her honestly, and she smiled at me.
“I wouldn’t,” she answered, touching my hips gently, and a little shiver of arousal ran down my spine. I stepped back to escape her touch.
“You know what I’m like.” She knew it very well, and I didn’t want her to feel used by me.
