I push the door open wider.
"Sasha?" Her voice is surprised but not alarmed. "What are you doing?"
"Joining you." I'm already pulling off my shirt, my hands moving to the waistband of my pants. "Unless you're going to tell me no."
She doesn't tell me no, just watches with those dark blue eyes as I strip down, her gaze traveling over my chest, my abs, and lower. The heat in her expression makes my cock harden.
The tub is small, barely big enough for one person, let alone two. But I climb in anyway, the hot water a shock after the cold morning air. Maya shifts to make room, and suddenly, we're pressed together, her soft curves against my hard muscle, her breasts brushing my chest while those long legs wrap around my waist.
"This is a terrible idea," she murmurs, but her hands are already sliding up my arms, feeling the flex of muscle under scarred skin.
"Probably." I cup her face, tilting it up so I can see her properly. Water droplets cling to her eyelashes, and her lips are slightly parted.
The kiss is slow at first, exploratory, like we have all the time in the world. But then her tongue slides against mine, and something in me snaps. I deepen the kiss, one hand sliding into her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks.
She makes a sound in the back of her throat that goes straight to my cock. I'm already hard, pressed against her stomach, and when she shifts her hips, grinding against me, I groan into her mouth.
"Turn around," I growl against her lips.
She obeys, turning so her back is to my chest. The position puts her ass directly against my cock, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to just take her right now, hard and fast.
But I want to savor this, want to make her fall apart before I do.
My hands slide around to cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them, the way her nipples harden under my palms. She arches into my touch, her head falling back against my shoulder.
"Sasha," she breathes, and hearing my name on her lips like that makes me want to do very bad things to her. Bad but pleasurable.
I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, and she gasps. One of my hands slides lower, over the soft curve of her stomach, between her thighs. She's already wet, and not just from the bathwater.
"Spread your legs," I command, and she does, as far as the sides of the tub will allow, letting me touch her properly.
I find her clit, circling it with my thumb while two fingers slide inside her. She's tight and hot, and the way she clenches around my fingers makes me see stars.
"Please," she whimpers, her hips moving against my hand. "Sasha, please."
"Please what?" I bite down gently on her shoulder, feeling her shudder. "Tell me what you want."
"You. Inside me. Now."
I don't need to be told twice. I lift her slightly, positioning her over my cock, and then I slide into her in one smooth thrust. We both groan at the sensation, the perfect fit of our bodies.
The water sloshes over the sides of the tub as I start to move, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm. She braces her hands on the sides of the tub, giving me better leverage, and I take full advantage, driving up into her harder, deeper.
"God, yes," she gasps, her inner muscles clenching around me. "Just like that."
I reach around to find her clit again, rubbing tight circles while I thrust up into her. The combination makes her cry out, her whole body tensing.
"Come for me," I growl in her ear. "Let me feel it."
She does, her orgasm crashing over her with enough force that she nearly collapses. I hold her up, keep moving, chasing my own release. When it hits, it's like being struck by lightning, pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, the water cooling around us. Finally, Maya shifts, turning in myarms so she can face me. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright, and she's smiling.
We eventually drag ourselves out of the tub, both of us water-wrinkled and exhausted. Maya wraps herself in a towel and heads to her bedroom to get dressed. I follow, pulling on clean clothes from the small pile I've accumulated.
We collapse into bed still damp, her body curling against mine like it belongs there. I pull her closer, my hand splayed across her lower back, and she falls asleep almost immediately, her breathing evening out against my chest. I follow her into darkness, my mind finally quiet.
Morning light filters through the curtains when I wake. Maya is still asleep beside me, her blonde hair spread across the pillow. My eyes drift to the nightstand, to the framed photograph I've never bothered to examine closely. A young woman stares back at me, maybe eighteen, with the same sharp cheekbones, the same defiant tilt to her chin. But her hair is different, shorter and lighter now.
