Page 79 of Trapped Truth

Aggressive ocean waves batter the invisible barriers that trap her irises behind her cornea. It’s a gaze I could lose myself in. Murky storm clouds meet wide open seas around her pupils, sucking me into a vortex.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Warner.”

“Good. Now let me finish getting you all cleaned up.”

“Good?” Her smile hooks upward.

“I’m allowed to be pleased that the feeling’s mutual.”

Legs all washed, I dip lower still, coasting over the apex of her thighs. Ember shifts against me, her breathing stuttering. She doesn’t say a word as I glide over her mound and pussy lips.

I’m not washing her so much as forcing her mind to submit and let go. She can’t fight off the rush of endorphins. I’m not sure what else will allow us both to release the fear and adrenaline of the night’s events.

“Relaxed?” I ask throatily.

“Mm. Better.”

“You’re perfectly clean, Em. Don’t let the work ever blur the lines to convince you otherwise. You do your job, make it out safe then come home to the people you love. That’s it.”

“A little hard to do when the people I love are constantly in danger.”

“I’m right here. Feel me?”

Lips feathering underneath her ear, I cup a handful of her hot cunt.

“Yes.” She squirms, the silky skin of her ass rubbing against my cock.

Parting her plush folds feels akin to touching heaven itself. She’s softer than butter in the warm, soapy water. My finger easily slips inside her hole, causing her spine to arch from my chest.

“What about now?” I nibble on her earlobe. “Feel me?”

“Oh, God. Yes.”

“I’m still here, Em. Safe and sound.”

Her legs part to grant me easy access and tease her entrance with slow circles. Easing a second finger inside causes her head to shift, now slumped against the top of my chest, eliciting breathless little moans.

What I wouldn’t give to spread her cheeks open and slip my cock inside her. Rampant need pulses inside me, as powerful as a living entity. All I can think about is filling her up and giving us both some relief.

With my fingers deep inside her cunt, I rock my hips from behind her, my erection nudging between her legs. Not enough to push inside her, but the friction is exquisite. Shit, even her warmth is intoxicating to me.

“I want you so badly.”

“Warner.” Her hips lift to match the strokes of my hand. “I started birth control last week, the medics in HQ arranged it all. You don’t need to use protection.”

“Fuck me, that’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

“Please fill this ache inside me.”

“I’ve got you, love. I’ll make it go away.”

Rubbing over her without allowing my cock to drive inside shouldn’t feel so incredible. I know just how well that sweet pussy hugs my length, yet I’m loving the thrill of winding her up like this.

She tips her head back, undulating against my length in the bath water. When I slide through her velvety folds, her hips languidly roll without any urgency to cross the boundary between us.

This slow torture… it gives me ideas. I wonder what it would be like to slip inside her at night then rest there. Our bodies connected. Her sweet, hot essence wrapped around me in a perfect embrace. Nothing holding us apart—not even sleep.