I grip onto his thigh with my free hand as he continues toying with me. His dick is pressed against my ass. It’s hard, but I’m not surprised. Getting me off usually gets him off. And it’s sinfully hot that my enjoyment is what does it for him.
“Fuck, Reese. You’re soaked right now. I could slide right in.”
Then he does, with a finger, his palm keeping pressure on my clit.
He adds a second and I’m about crawling onto his lap with how close I am already.
With the hand that’s not inside of me, Emmett takes my wine from me and places it on the floor next to the tub. I wasn’t paying attention to it, but with how uncontrollably I’m rocking against him, I’d imagine I’ve probably already spilled a good amount.
“Watch the way I touch you, baby. Look down.”
And so I do. Looking down, through the water, I watch as his fingers move in and out of me. It’s mesmerizing, seeing the way his inked hand flexes as he brings me closer. Over the months we’ve been together, he’s learned my body, and I’ve learned his. It doesn’t take long when he knows exactly what to do and when to do it.
His arm around my middle is holding me firm as I writhe against him, squirming as my orgasm builds.
“You’re going to come.” He exhales the statement, groaning as he continues to play with me. “I can feel you tightening around my fingers. Please. Fuck, you’re so good. Please come for me.”
Pushing back against him, I shift onto his lap, the bath water sloshing all around us. His dick glides against my pussy as we move together, and soon enough, I can’t take it anymore. I want more.
Reaching between my legs, I circle his width and line myself up. Emmett removes his fingers, bringing them back to my clit as I drop myself onto his cock.
It’s quick and the stretch would be uncomfortable if I wasn’t already so turned on.
“Goddamn.” He rests his head on the back of mine. “You feel incredible. Fuck, I love you so much.”
I lift and drop.
“Oh my God,” Emmett moans, holding me steady as his head falls back against the porcelain tub. “Do that again.”
So I do, riding him in the bathtub and making an absolute mess.
Heat stirs low and I’m close. He is too. I can tell by his sounds. By his frantic hips chasing my rhythm.
With one arm around me, Emmett pushes out of the tub, taking me with him as he sits on the ledge.
He gains more leverage, being out of the water, and takes full advantage of the new position. He moves me how he needs me, bouncing my hips on him. Wet, slapping skin fills the bathroom, mixing with the echoing of our moans off the tile walls.
It’s a desperate chase to the finish and when we get there, we get there together.
He hugs me tightly to him, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he comes inside of me. My body winds tightly around his, doing the same.
It’s all hot, panting breaths and sticky, soaked skin. Soft caresses and lazy kisses. Emmett toys with my sensitive clit as we ride it out together.
We touch and writhe. He runs his hands all over my body, the way he does so often. He whispers praise in my ear, always telling me how well I did for him.
Eventually, we come down, slumped together and satisfied.
Chuckling, I drop my head back onto him again. “I love you, Em.”
He smiles against my hair. “I love you.”
Slowly, I find a bit of strength to stand in the tub. He helps me, and as I lift up, he slides out of me.
So much bath water covers the tile floor. My wine is all over the place. The clothes he took off earlier are soaked.
“We made a mess.”
Emmett doesn’t look at the ground, only stares between my legs where his cum is dripping out of me. Reaching between them, he gathers it on his fingers and pushes it back inside. “Yeah, we did. My favorite kind of mess.”
