We moved together as we’d done before, her body rocking to the perfect beat of mine. She wasn’t rushing and neither was I, fulfilled with exactly what we were doing.
Touching and holding.
Yet I sensed the moment her body had started to betray her, every muscle tensing and the rise and fall of her chest keeping my rapt attention.
Now I gripped both hips, lifting and holding her in place while jutting my hips from the water. A slow and stunning smile crossed her face and she didn’t fight me as a climax tickled her toes, finally rushing up the length of her legs.
I knew instantly, the longing to fill her completely driving me wild. “Let go, baby. Just let go.”
When she followed my command, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, a single orgasm rushing into what appeared to be a delicious wave.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh…” Every sound became louder than the one before, every jerk of her body as her muscles responded to the intense pleasure. There was nothing quite like witnessing her drifting into utter rapture.
Which was what she was doing right now.
When she started to come down from the wave of ecstasy, she finally opened her eyes. The mischievous glint had returned. Stretching her body, she managed to grab one of the champagne glasses. With her eye pinned on mine, she took a sip.
I didn’t need for her to announce what she was doing when she pressed her lips against mine. I opened my mouth, accepting the cool liquid. She continued rocking against me, now more in a teasing way than before.
As I took the glass from her hand, our fingers touched and the light in her eyes was enchanting as hell. We played tug of war for a few seconds until she finally allowed me to take the glass.
Taking my eyes off the woman would be a fool’s game. So I didn’t.
I continued to lift my hips while I enjoyed several sips of the bubbly, even allowing her to remove the glass from my fingers once again. This time, she finished off the flute, placing it on the platform. With her fingers driven into my shoulders, she moved up and down, her lips pursed in concentration.
Every swish of her hair and the way she gyrated her hips kept my chest covered in water. There was nothing quite like watching her actions, every facial feature and the way her mouth twisted when frustrated.
She was doing her best to force me into an orgasm.
I wasn’t ready yet. In fact, I could go all night long. Perhaps she’d yet to figure that out about me.
But I allowed her to continue enjoying the moment while stretching out my arms across the tub. There was nothing wrong with enjoying all her hard work. She grew even more frustrated, bobbing up and down, but I refused to take the bait.
In her determination to surprise me, I had to admit she managed. When she pulled off my dick completely, I narrowed my eyes, even allowing a slight growl. She wasn’t daunted, very carefully switching her position until she was facing the opposite direction. The loss of being inside her heated wetness was felt immediately and my sound became more guttural from displeasure.
“Such a needy man,” she whispered.
“You do know me, sweet Ambrosia. I am. Don’t forget it.”
“I do so enjoy your threats.”
“I assure you,principessa, that’s a promise.”
Then she lowered her hips while wrapping one hand around my cock. I knew I should think of myself as one of the luckiest men on the planet. How could I get so lucky to be with such an incredible beauty, someone who loved me as much as I loved her?
The thought coursing through my mind had me gripping the edges of the tub, even lifting my torso from immediate tension. Yes, I fucking loved the woman and had for a very long time.
There was only one course of action and that would be to marry her.
I’d be damned. I loved her.
When Emmeline sat down on my cock, I was pulled back to the special moment we were sharing. I was fully seated inside, testing the theory by using my thigh muscles to lift her from the water. Using the fingers of one hand, I rolled them down her back as I’d done so many times before, only this time, I could fully enjoy the curves and muscles.
She didn’t need me to tell her what to do, placing her hands on my thighs and riding me like any good cowgirl would do.
Soon, we were in a special rhythm, moving together as one. There was no stopping the water as it flowed out one side then the other. Not that I cared. I’d clean it all up later.
“I have one question for you,” she mentioned off the cuff as we were rocking the night away.
