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“Shh, I’ve got you.” Ripping open the packet, Ryann pours a generous amount on his fingers before reaching around to prod my hole, gently slipping in up to the knuckle.

A wave of relief has me melting into him when he adds a second finger, and I rock my hips in the warm water to meet his tempo, mind blissfully silent.

“There we go, that’s it. I know what you need, baby.”

Our mouths meet again as he stretches me, tongues swirling languidly for a long while. Apparently, I’m so turned on that I’m not doing words anymore, though, because I cry out in protest when his fingers slip from my body.

Can’t think, only horny.

Eyes glittering, he nips at my jaw as he maneuvers my hips, positioning his slicked-up length at my hole. “It’s been a few weeks, and I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s take it slow.”

When I mumble something incoherent in response, Ryann leans back to gaze at me sternly. “Words, Shilo. I need to know if this this is okay.”

“Y-yeah. Yes,” I stammer, nodding as I lick my lips and squirm. “Just get inside of me, please.”

Smiling in amusement, he gently presses in, the head of his cock breaching my tight pucker. Just like the last two times, it burns, but not as bad, now a dull ache that quickly disappears once he slides further in.

“Oh, God,” I breathe against his mouth, my fingers clutching the hair on his nape. “You… it’s so good. Feels so good.”

A moan rumbles through his chest as he grips my waist tightly, teeth clenched and brows furrowed like it’s taking all of his strength to hold back. He gives me a few moments to adjust before guiding me down until we’re fully connected, filling me entirely. His cock brushes against my prostate, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body, and I jerk forward.

“Fuck,” Ryann grunts, shuddering as he holds me still. “Slow, doll face. Jesus. You’re killing me.”

“I don’t want slow. I want—“ Cutting myself off, I adjust my legs before rising off his length. His pupils blow wide when I slam myself back down.

“Goddammit.”

“Mmm.” My eyes roll back at the feeling, my cock leaking between us as I do it again. Sitting on him like this feels so different, much better and much deeper. It’s like I can feel him all the way in my heart, which would make me snort if I wasn’t currently chasing the first orgasm I’ve had in almost a month.

He traps me against his chest, snapping his hips up, thrusting into me from below as bath water sloshes onto the floor. “Is this what you want? Need me to pound into you, hm? Fuck you so good you’ll feel me for days?”

“Please, please, Ryann,” I cry, teetering on the edge as I bury my face in his neck. “Let me come. Say I can come.”

His ragged breaths fill my ears, skin slapping skin as he hits that spot inside of me over and over until I can’t even wait for permission. My cock erupts between us, and I have to dig my teeth into his skin to keep from shouting. Two seconds later, he comes with a growl, movements growing jerky as he drains himself.

It’s a feeling like none other, the way his length pulses as he fills me up. I want to experience it forever. Fall asleep with his dick in me and wake up that way. I wonder if he’d do that for me? Maybe he’d think that’s weird.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs, breathless, as he slips out of me and reaches beneath us to pull the bath plug. While the water drains, he grabs a washcloth and cleans me up, pausing when I flinch at the damp material swiping across my tender hole. “Did I hurt you?”

Quickly shaking my head, I try to sit up but gasp when I spot the bite mark on his shoulder. “No, but I hurt you.”

He tilts his head, following my gaze, and a smirk curls his lips when he wipes away a few dots of blood. “Love marks, baby. Nothing to worry about.”

Well, that’s…incredibly sexy. I can’t believe I bit him like that, though.

Once we’re clean, he fills the tub with fresh water, adding soap before turning on the jets. While bubbles form around us, I stay on his lap, mewling like a cat as I nuzzle into him, already growing hard for another round.

“I like this position. We should do it again.”

“Oh, we will,” he huffs, taking a handful of bubbles to lather into my hair. “Not tonight, though. My refractory period is nowhere near as fast as yours, and you need to heal after that.”

Ugh. But I guess he has a point. So I try to ignore my raging boner, taking some bubbles to give him a Santa beard while he grumbles at me.

It’s nice just sitting here with him, laughing and being silly. Naked. For once, I don’t feel like I need to act normal, or hide myself. He makes me feel like I can just… be me.

“So why purple?” He asks, watching me soap up his chest. “The hair, the nails. I’ve always wondered.”

My smile falters as I stare at the bath water, a nervous flutter in my stomach. “Purple is pretty. Everyone likes purple things. Sunsets, grapes, the eggplant emoji. Well, I guess not everyone likes grapes. Some people are allergic, and that’s crazy because they’re probably my favorite fruit after kiwi, and I can’t imagine being allergic—“