I’d find her use of “the good guys” humorous if we weren’t discussing such a serious topic.
“Please just accept that you did more than what most people would do.”
“Okay,” I sigh, head dropping.
Claire pushes off the edge of the tub and floats over to me, placing her hands high up on my thighs. Bubbles jump and pop around her shoulders, spraying fine mist.
“Can we talk about something else?” she asks, her expression tender. “I really don’t want to spend our sleepover discussing things that are out of our control now.”
“Of course,” I comply, dragging her in by the hips so she’s straddling my lap.
Against the shell of her ear, I whisper, “How about that orgasm you were saving for me? Is it still available?”
She draws back slightly and giggles. “You say it like it’s an item that can be purchased at the store.”
“No, baby,” I growl. “Your pleasure is invaluable. It’s one of a kind.”
You’re one of a kindis what I really want to say.
With deft fingers, I glide up her torso, reveling when goose bumps erupt down her arms, despite the torrid temperature of the water. Her nipples are perfectly peaked, and I silently praise her for not replacing the padding in her bikini top.
“When was the last time you got off?” I nip at her earlobe. Hard.
She shivers in my arms. “I—I don’t remember.”
Between my friends’ visit and her period, along with this new financial stress, the frequency of our physical intimacy has dropped. I’d like to change that.
Right.
Fucking.
Now.
“What do you want?”
“I want you,” she breathes.
I brush the stray hairs away from her face. “You’re going to have to be more specific, baby. Where do you want me to touch you?”
“Here,” she says, tapping her bottom lip.
She pouts, anticipating a kiss, but I run my index and middle fingers along her delicate skin. Her breath hitches, and when she sticks her tongue out a tad to lick her lips, I sneak the tips of my fingers into her mouth. She draws back, then moves forward again, bobbing her head and sucking them down to my last knuckle, never breaking eye contact.
Fuck. That’s so sexy. A whimper escapes me, and I can’t even find it within myself to be embarrassed. Not with her mouth still around me and the way she’s rocking her hips, rubbing her clit along my hard length. Gripping her ass with my free hand, I control the speed of her thrusts, faster for a bit, then winding down to a torturously slow pace. She bites down, signaling her frustration.
I can’t help but laugh in response. Damn, she’s adorable when she’s this worked up.
Extracting my fingers and lifting her off my lap, I command, “On your knees, baby. Straddle the jet.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” I nod to the side of the tub where the water burbles at the surface.
As she complies, kneeling on the seat, I reach around to cut the porch lights off. My in-laws can’t see my dick—uh,my deck—from their vantage point, but still.
Lights shine intermittently around the lake, which is a striking bluish-purple color in the moonlight.
“Is it hitting the spot?” I ask.
