It really was. The water here didn’t pound out of man-made jets. It swirled gently over him, steadily moving, leaving behind a misty spray on his face.
“I’ve been doing this a lot at night,” she said softly. “Kind of a natural detox for whatever’s going on inside me.”
“That’s a good idea.” He wasn’t as holistic as she was, but he believed in the healing power of nature, and the mineral water swirling around them couldn’t be anything but good for her.
“Might be wishful thinking, but I always feel a little bit better after a long soak.”
“How’s the knee?” he asked.
“Still sore. I’ll mention it to my doctor the next time I go in.”
He tightened his arms around her, wishing more than anything that he could take it all away and make her better. Unfortunately, life didn’t work that way.
She scooted closer, and her hand skimmed up his thigh. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in here.”
“Is that allowed?” His dick surged from half-mast to full attention at the proximity of her hand.
“No.” She laughed softly. “But I’m the owner, and I also happen to know the cleaning crew will be here later tonight to scrub all these tubs out thoroughly so, if there were ever a time to break the rules, it’s right now.”
He reached over and lifted her into his lap. She settled against him, her skin hot from the tub, her lips demanding as they met his. They kissed, touching and teasing as the tub swirled around them, steady and hot like the need pulsing in his veins.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” she whispered against his lips.
“That makes two of us.” He thrust his tongue against hers. It wasn’t enough. Never enough. He’d settled her sideways across his lap because of her knee, but their current position kept them from going any further.
Jess shifted, swinging one leg around to straddle him, bringing their bodies into alignment just right, but…
“Your knee,” he said, because right now she was basically kneeling on stone, and that wouldn’t do.
“It’s fine.” She pressed her hips against his cock, reminding him that it would take only one thrust to be inside her.
“Hang on. Let’s find a position that’s better for your knee.” He tested the water around them. The center of the tub was too shallow for him to stand with her in his arms, but too deep for him to sit or kneel without submerging Jess.
“Mark,” she whimpered.
“Don’t worry, babe. I can be creative when I need to be.”
“Then be creative now.” She rocked her hips against his.
“Working on it.” He spun them so that Jess was seated on the underwater ledge and knelt between her legs. Awkward, but fuck yeah, he could make this work. He reached behind her for his jeans, fishing out the condom he’d taken to carrying in his wallet.
“Hurry.” She wiggled beneath him.
He sat back and rolled on the condom and then positioned himself against her. The feel of Jess’s heat, combined with the heat of the tub…his dick was already pulsing so hard he could hardly hold himself back.
He filled her with one long, slow stroke. Jess moaned, her body gripping him, urging him on. His feet slipped on the bottom of the tub, and then he was floating, anchored only by his dick, nestled balls-deep inside her. He placed his hands on the underwater ledge, one on either side of her. “This is me being creative,” he said through gritted teeth as he hovered above her.
“You work well outside the box,” she murmured, lifting her hips to take him even deeper.
Necessary trait in his line of work. He pumped his hips, thrusting inside her as the water buffered him, raising the temperature in his blood from hot to molten. Unable to find purchase against the smooth bottom of the pool, he balanced on his hands, kicking out with his feet with each thrust of his cock into her body.
He felt like some kind of aquatic superhero because each stroke felt so fucking good. Jess moaned beneath him, the look on her face letting him know she was as far gone as he was.
“No holding back,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him to draw him in closer.
Oh, he wasn’t holding anything back. Not anymore. He moved inside her, as hard and fast as the water around them would allow. Jess had freed him of his constraints, let him see the beauty of losing control. Now that he knew what it felt like to let himself go inside her, he could never hold back.
He moved faster, deeper, harder, kissing her as the need inside him roared like a hungry beast, searing through his veins, burning deep inside him with a pleasure that bordered on pain. Jess gripped his ass, hauling him even deeper.
