"Then come for me." His voice is pure command. Pure alpha. "Come for me, Jess. Let me feel it."
He increases the pressure. Speeds up his rhythm. His other hand pinches my nipple just hard enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain.
I shatter.
My orgasm crashes over me in waves, stealing my breath, my voice, my ability to think. I'm distantly aware that I'm crying out, that water is sloshing over the side of the tub, that Carlos is murmuring praise against my neck while working me through every aftershock.
When I finally go limp, boneless and satisfied, he gentles his touch. Withdraws his fingers slowly. Wraps his arms around me from behind and holds me while my breathing evens out.
"You okay?" His voice is soft. Tender.
I nod. Don't trust myself to speak yet.
He presses a kiss to my temple. "Good girl."
The words send another shiver through me even though I just came.
My phone buzzes on the bath shelf. Once. Twice. Three times in rapid succession.
Carlos reaches for it, glances at the screen, and laughs. "Your mom's texting you. A lot. Something about a blowtorch?"
Reality crashes back. I grab the phone from his hand.
Mom:Emergency! Ricardo's brother Eduardo showed up. He's a TV chef. He makes things flambe. It was very impressive and slightly dangerous. Auntie Linda wants to take lessons. I told her that we can't afford new eyebrows.
I stare at my phone.
Mom:Also Miguel's mother invited us to dinner. She makes tamales. From scratch. I cried. Aunt Linda ate seven. She's currently in a food coma on the balcony.
Another message appears.
Mom:How are things with the Negrorio boys? Have you kissed any of them yet? Patricia told me you're working at the clinic. She says you sent some interesting text messages. She sent me screenshots.
Oh God.
Me:Mom, I can explain.
Mom:I'm not judging! "Wetness exam" is very forward-thinking. Good for you!
Me:It was Autocorrect.
Mom:Sure it was, honey. ?? Anyway, Mexico has changed Aunt Linda.
Me:She’s not the only one.
Mom:This is the most fun I've had in years! Gotta go, Eduardo is teaching us to make flan. Pray for us! Hasta Adios! ??????
I drop my phone back on the shelf and sink deeper into the now-lukewarm water.
"Your mom sounds like she’s really enjoying it there," Carlos says. He's still kneeling beside the tub, still close enough that I can feel his body heat.
"She's learning to use a blowtorch in Mexico while I'm having orgasms in bathtubs, and in doctor clinics. My life has officially lost all sense of normalcy."
He grins. "I don't know. Seems pretty normal to me."
"You have a very skewed sense of normal."
"Maybe." He stands, offers me his hand. "Come on. Get out before you turn into a prune. Dinner's ready."
