Before he can get me there, I move onto his lap, quick enough to startle him and to make the water around us slosh against the edges, then I settle there, straddling him with purpose.
Instinctively, his hands fall to my hips as he looks up at me, eyes glimmering now.
“You tease too much,” I murmur, able to feel him against me fully now, so close to getting what we both need.
Zane huffs out an amused breath at that, leaning back a bit while he takes me in. “Someone’s impatient—”
The comment fizzles out on his tongue when I slowly grind against him, pulling a strained grunt from him. His fingers press tighter against my skin, eventually guiding me.
“Christ, Naia.”
“Maybe I have a little fight left in me,” I muse, dipping down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, leaving no room to question how much I want this.
Zane stifles a moan into the kiss, hands roaming up my back while he pulls me impossibly close. Teasing forgotten now, he moves his hips in return to meet me halfway.
Pleased with the position I have him in now, and unwilling to wait a moment longer, I center myself above him and carefully sink lower.
Our breath catches at the same time, and his arms tighten around me to keep me in place. As I slowly take him in, stretching in the most delicious way, a soft sound escapes me, and my fingers slide into his hair.
Once he bottoms out inside me and I go still in his lap, Zane tips his head back with an almost disbelieving breath. His hands stay at my hips, and he peers up at me through his dark lashes.
“Go on,” he murmurs, already sounding like he’s at my mercy. “Take what you need. I’m yours.”
Encouraged and emboldened by the offer, I start to move, using a hand on his shoulder as leverage while I move my hips, sliding rhythmically.
The movement makes the water rock in the tub, sometimes spilling over, but neither of us can be bothered to care. Instead, I focus on the rush of sensations consuming me while Zane holds me close, alternating between capturing mylips and kissing down my neck, almost like he can’t decide what he wants most.
Pleasure slowly builds with each rock against him, panted breaths interrupted by moans and every sound we can’t conceal anymore.
Zane explores every inch of my mouth while his one hand grips the back of my neck to keep me in place, deepening it with unfiltered hunger. He groans, body tense through every rush of heat exchanged between us.
Losing myself in the haze of it all, chasing after the high looming ahead of us, I whimper when he thrusts upward, pushing me closer to the edge.
“You feel perfect,” he murmurs, burying his face in my neck as he starts to lose control of his hips. “Always so perfect…”
A shaky moan falls from my lips as my thighs start to tremble from the onslaught of everything he has to give me, unable to keep pace anymore.
Unbothered, Zane takes over, not thinking twice about the amount of water leaving the tub and hitting the floor. Instead, he grips me tight and thrusts deeper, moving as if he’ll never get enough.
All the while, my moans pitch higher and turn more breathless as the pleasure forces my eyes shut, focusing on how good it feels.
He’s everywhere, forcing both ends of our bond to thrum with desire and the kind of nourishment it always craves.
“Zane…” I murmur, breath hitching as I grip his shoulder tighter, bracing myself while the heat in my lower stomach pulses. “I’m gonna—”
Catching on to how close I am, Zane shivers and doubles his efforts, his hips faltering just enough to betray how close he is.
“Let me feel it,” he rasps against my skin, dropping a hand between us to rub against me, sending more sparks through me.
Everything together is too much, and it sends me over the edge with very little warning. As my breath catches, I clamp down around him as the pressure cracks, and wave after wave of euphoria hits me.
Holding on tight, I shake and cry out softly, feeling how the pressure makes Zane falter just the same.
He groans into my neck, hips stuttering once before he stills beneath me, and follows me right over the edge.
His release hits just as hard as mine, but he doesn’t once let go. Instead, he slowly prolongs the experience, riding it out for both of us with shallow thrusts until he comes to a complete stop.
Boneless against him now, I lean into him while we both slowly catch our breath, and I feel his fingers ghosting along my spine.
