I moan.
She kisses, licks, and tiny bites spark fire along every nerve.
I roll the condom on with one hand, eyes locked on her.
She turns away from me, and her backside is just as fucking gorgeous as the front.
“Watch you don’t slip.”
We’re standing in the bloody tub.
She glances over her shoulder. “You’ll take care of me.”
Fucking right I will.
I reach for her, but she bends over the padded corner of the whirlpool tub, sticking her bare ass in the air.
What the hell?
Her spine arches. Her hands press flat against the cushioned edge.
“What are you—?”
Her heavy-lidded eyes meet me over her shoulder. Her lips curve into a teasingly cruel smile that is all sin and mischief.
“Water isn’t good to have sex in.” Her voice is low and husky. “You can just take me here.”
My cock jerks.
My balls tighten.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
In one step, I’m behind her. My hands grip her hips, thumbs digging into the soft, warm flesh. She shivers under my touch.
I pull her back against me, but not inside. Not yet.
She whimpers.
It’s a plea. A quiet, needy sound that makes my pulse hammer faster.
“Patience,” I say it even when my own pulse is hammering in his throat, and my cock throbs with the need to be inside her. “We’ve got all night, remember?”
I grip her hip with one hand, making damn sure she doesn’t slip in the water. My other hand slides up her side, palm brushing over her ribs, teasing the delicate skin, before cupping her breast again.
She gasps, arching into me, and I want to plunge inside her. But I want her ready too.
My thumb flicks over her nipple. It’s already tight, already pebbled, begging for attention.
Another gasp escapes her. Her back arches further, pressing her ass against the hard length of me.
A groan rumbles up my chest.
