“So,” he said, “his voice deeper now, huskier. “Now you need to decide if you want to be with a man who takes the law into his own hands. A man who’s not afraid to make assholes pay for their crimes or find ways and means to get information to protect innocents.” He paused. “I hate injustice, I hate how so many men take advantage of women, treat them like they are expendable. It’s dangerous out there; I want to make Oxford a safer place.”
“I think it’s commendable.” I twisted to look up at him. “And I think it makes me love you more.”
Our gazes connected, and I stared into the depths of his eyes, seeing the darkness as well as the desire.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure.”
“There’s a side to me you’ll never see, Amy, but I need you to know it’s there.”
“I think…I think I’ve always known it was there.” I touched his cheek. “And I’m not afraid of it; in fact, it makes me feel even safer when I’m with you.”
“You should feel safe when you’re with me. Nothing and no one will ever hurt you again, I promise.” He kissed me, holding my face to his as he ran his hand further between my legs.
I moaned softly and parted my thighs. I’d never felt so close to another human being or so happy to be surrounded, entrenched, and vulnerable with another person.
He broke the kiss and set the crown of my head in the crook of his neck. “I’m going to make you come like this. You deserve it, you deserve everything.”
Closing my eyes, I held the side of the bath, and he circled my clit.
I quivered with longing. I wanted more of his touch, more of everything. Just getting to this stage of being turned on had been virtually impossible in the past, yet Mitch took me there in seconds.
And I knew he’d take me all the way.
“Oh yes, there,” I murmured.
“I know where,” he said softly. “I know your body better than you do.”
I was beginning to think that was true.
I relaxed into his caresses. Each swirl of my clit and rub of my sensitive flesh brought me closer. The water was another delicious stimulation, and soon my thighs were trembling with the building pressure in my pelvis.
“Oh!” I arched my back, rubbing his erection. “Yes.”
He moaned and sped up. “Fuck you’re hot, baby.”
“I…I…” I squeezed my eyes closed.
“Don’t rush, we’ve got all day, and playing with your sweet pussy is how I want to spend my time.”
“It feels so…”
“Good?”
“Yeah. That.”
He rubbed and fretted, repeated over and over the tiny movements that had me gasping and squirming, but each time I was about to topple into orgasm he retreated, stroking around my clit but not over it.
I languished against his strong body, our flesh sliding and almost becoming one.
“Give me more access,” he murmured.
Lifting my right leg, I folded it over the side of the bath, the cool air a breeze on my skin.
“Good girl.” He found the entrance to my pussy and eased two fingers in deep.
I clenched around him and shook in his arms.
