One more kiss, this one on my forehead, before he pulls me harder against him and rests his chin on my head as he looks ahead at the picture of a lighthouse on the break of a wall of water from the stormy sea. Which is poetic, to say the least. One of us is the lighthouse, standing tall and true, not even worried about what’s coming. The other’s the sea. Unsettled at the moment, blowing in the direction of the wind and making a splash, unaware of when the calm will come.
I’m not sure if his words should offend or turn me on. As someone who’s used to doing everything on her own, it’s hard to just sit and relax. But every action he’s doing is formybenefit. Reese is acting like no man I’ve ever met, and I’m falling for it. I’m falling hard and fast.
But maybe it’s not that fast. I’m willing to admit to myself, now that we’ve kissed, that we’ve been dancing around this for a while. I’m finally willing to admit that he wasn’t just noticing me because Jules was around. That he wasn’t just saying something to be nice. Reese likes me. Likereallylikes me.
And I like him too.
We sit in comfortable silence for a while, but it’s no longer relaxing. How can it be? His dick is poking at me and not deflating in the slightest. His breath is tickling my skin, since he moved his chin off my head and rested it against my shoulder, teasing my nipples that never seem to stay below the water, even though we’re barely moving. I feel his eyes on me even if I can’t see him. Is he looking at my tits? My stomach? Lower? Can he even see my hoo-ha from the angle he’s at? Will he just touch me already?
“All you have to do is ask.”
Crap. I said that last part out loud.
I hold my breath, not sure how he’s going to do this. Will he push me to my knees and fuck me from behind? Flip me around so I straddle him as I sink down on his cock?
He does none of that. He makes a move so coordinated, I bet he’s practiced it often. His arm around my stomach cups my breast, squeezing it firmly. His hand that was killing me with the torment of the slow massage on my leg travels between my legs. He cups me as his lips glide over my neck.
I shiver at the contact, my legs moving on their own as I squirm while he nips at my skin. His fingers easily glide between my nether lips, and I half freak that I didn’t shave, then remember I’m a grown-ass woman who wasn’t planning on this. And he doesn’t seem to be turned off by a little extra hair as he growls in my ear. He pulls a bit of hair between his fingers as he grips it before gliding his finger once more down between my slit. He’s getting bolder, each time going farther south, pushing in a bit more. First one, then two fingers. When he’s finally knuckles deep, he lets out a groan as I wiggle and moan myself.
“Fucking love the way you feel.”
The worddittois on my lips, but it’s cut off when a whoosh of air comes out of me as the hand holding my tit finally moves. Slowly clawing toward the center, he grips tight on my nipple as he pulls. Then he lets go and rubs his palm over it like a whisper of a breath.
He might have started this out as fast and quick, but he sure is taking his fucking time, stopping one hand’s movements as he starts up the other. Each time he plays with my nipples, he holds his fingers still deep inside me. Then he soothes the pain that has me moaning and writhing against him before he slides his fingers into me over and over, grinding his palm against my clit with each pass.
My hands clutch at his legs, grabbing on tight as I take the torment he deliciously gives me. His arms trap me from arching off him more than he’s willing to let me with each sinking finger and twist of my nipple. His cock pulsates at my back, a steady beat in time with the way his fingers move inside me.
“Please.” It’s all I can say. It’s the only word I have. This is what this man has reduced me to—begging. He’s keeping me on edge for God knows how long. The water isn’t cold, but the temp has gone down even though he’s keeping me hot and bothered. I’m sure I’m making a mess; there’s no way with all my splashing about that water isn’t all over the floor.
Ask me if I care.
“Shhh, Troublemaker. I got you.”
The way he says his nickname for me has me shivering all over.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”
I say nothing.
I feel his grin against my neck as he rubs his lips against me, moving up till he’s at my ear. “Troublemaker,” he whispers before he bites my earlobe at the same instant that he tweaks my nipple and curves his fingers to find that secret spot that I swear before this moment was just made up.
I shout out in surprise, half of me rising and floating up into the heavens as I come on his fingers. His arm tethers me to this plane as he continues to fingerfuck me through my release. When I come down, I sink back into his waiting embrace.
He grunts at the impact of me resting on his dick, but he says nothing more on it as he holds me and I catch my breath.
When I finally have enough voice to speak, my intelligence has left me. “Wow.”
He chuckles as he kisses the side of my head. “I thought so too.”
The sound of a phone ringing breaks the bliss of the spell I’m in, and I look up at him, as I know it’s not mine.
“Sorry, babe. Need to see who that is.”
He sits up a bit, as we’re somehow almost lying fully down with our legs bent in the tub, and I sit up to grab my knees once more.
He leans over the tub to grab his jeans, his dick stabbing me, and I let out a groan of need. The mere size is crazy for me to wrap my head around how I won’t be impaled like a pig on a spit, but my body is just craving the feel and burn of it inside me.
He looks back at me with a smirk as he digs out his phone. “You moaning like that is what got us into this mess in the first place. Keep going and see what I do next.” His smile is large and contagious, till he looks at his phone and his expression drops a second before he answers it. “General, what’s up? Something with my dad?”
