“No, thank you,” she hums.
That sound, in combination with the way the bubbles disappear as she moves forward, exposing her full back to me, has my dick hard again within seconds.
Feeling weak in the knees as she gleams wickedly over her shoulder at me, I kneel down beside the tub and wet the sponge, squeezing it down her spine. I’m hypnotized, completely bewitched, as I follow the trickles of the sudsy water trail down her skin.
Heavy breaths fill the space between us, and I’m not entirely sure if they’re hers or my own.
After two passes over her skin with the sponge, I drop it into the water and use my hands to massage her shoulders.
“Mmm, Carson. That feels so good,” she moans, and it echoes against the walls.
“Here, let me wash your hair,” I offer as I remove the clip holding it up.
Reaching into the water to find the sponge, I touch the soft curve of her ass, and when she presses herself further into my palm, I freeze.
“Dakota,” I growl in warning.
“Touch me, please,” she begs, arching her back, causing her dusty pink nipples to rise from the bubbles. They’re pebbled and beckoning me to put them in my mouth for a taste.
“You know I can’t say no to you,” I rasp.
“So don’t. I need you to touch me, Carse,” she pleads, and I can’t deny her.
I lace my fingers through her hair, bringing my mouth to hers, and when she bites my bottom lip before sucking it, I let out a low groan.
“Tell me what you like, Dakota. I want to make you feel everything.”
“I don’t know what I like. I just know that when you touch me, I feel more than I’ve ever felt before,” she confesses.
Trailing my fingers from her lips, down the nape of her neck, to the slope of her breasts, I grab one into my hand and squeeze it.
“The perfect handful. Do you think you were made just for me?”
She whimpers in response.
“I think so too,” I say, pressing my lips against her jaw.
Rolling one nipple between my fingers, I take her other nipple into my mouth, grazing my teeth over it before sucking it.
“Oh, Jesus,” she keens as I remove my mouth with a pop and give the same attention to the other side.
Dakota arches her back further and squeezes her thighs together as she squirms in the water. I draw my fingers over her stomach, circling her hip bones and stopping my trail just above her pelvis. Her legs fall open, causing the bubbles to disperse, giving me the perfect view of her bare pussy.
“Fuck, Austen. Look at your pretty pussy, just begging to be played with. Is that what you want?”
She nods her head in reply as her chest heaves in my other hand.
“Give me your words, and I’ll give you my fingers,” I command.
She eagerly complies. “Play with me. Touch me. Please, Carson,” she breathes.
Giving her what she wants, I drag my fingers through her slit before circling her entrance and teasing one inside her. She’s so fucking tight that when I add a second finger, I’m met with resistance even though she’s absolutely soaked.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I grind out.
I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her a few times before circling her clit with my thumb.
Sensing she needs more, I add a third finger at the same time as I take her nipple back into my mouth.
