“But you look delicious,” I say, staring at her nipples, already peaked in the cool air. “I can’t help it.”
Her top hits me in the face, the fabric warm and smelling like her skin. By the time I yank it off, she’s shimmying out of her joggers, pale thighs flashing before she hooks her thumbs in the elastic band of her panties.
“A little privacy, please.”
I cock an eyebrow. “You want me to turn around? May I remind you that I’ve not only seen you naked but also tasted every inch of that body?”
“I’m bleeding. You can see me naked, but there are some things I don’t want you to see. Just turn around. Please.”
I could argue. Iwanttoargue because there’s nothing she should hide from me, but any flicker of her vulnerability straight up guts me.
“Fuckingfine.” I spin, facing the tiled wall. My ears perk up, catching her every movement. Three steps left, then back, and the telltale splash of her entering the tub.
“Okay, you can look.”
I immediately scan the entire bathroom, noting her clothes neatly folded beside the brand-new PJs.
“How’s the water?” I ask, dropping to my knees by the tub.
“It’s nice. What did you put in here?”
“Bath salts. Now lean back.”
She does, resting her head on the edge, her hair half-dry half-wet, waving around her shoulders. Her skin’s pinking up fast, nipples darkening. Two candy-hard peaks begging to be kissed.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I roll up my sleeves and dip my hand in the water, running my fingers from her ankle all the way to her bent knee.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
I nudge her knees apart in answer.
Her cheeks flame, as red as the blood trickling down her inner thigh. I swipe it with my thumb, watching it swirl and disappear into the water.
“Tell me to stop if I’m hurting you,” I say, leaning in to kiss her temple as my fingers slip between her folds.
She’s slick, swollen, and hotter than the bathwater. I circle her clit, and her pulse jumps at the contact.
“Relax. You’re wound up so tight I’m afraid you’ll cramp.”
“Iamcramping.”
“And I’m here to make it better, so help me out andrelax. I’ve touched you before. You know how this goes. Close your eyes. Think about my cock.”
She chuckles, then moans when I sink my fingers inside her, curling until I find her G spot.
“There you go, hellcat. That’s better.”
She nods, eyelashes fluttering when I hit the right spot again. My thumb works her clit and two fingers stroke inside in a lazy, slow tempo, flexing each time to drag her higher. I know she’s sensitive right now. I could tip her over inside a minute, but this isn’t just about the orgasm.
I need her to accept this as something normal, natural: something ours. I need her to know there isn’t a single part of her I’d ever turn away from. And more than anything, I want her pleasure, so I draw her orgasm out slowly, savoring every second.
She starts responding, moving with me, hips canting ever so softly. The water laps against the tub, and each pull of my fingers leaves a blush of pink between her thighs, staining the water.
Her lips part, sweet little moans filling the space between us, and I dip my head, kissing the spot below her ear.
