“You can’t keep doing that unless you want me to take you bare, Elizabeth.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she quips, and I fall back onto her pillow, groaning.
“That requires a conversation,at least, and right now, I think we’re both in too much of a sex-induced fog for that.”
Before she can answer, I roll and swing my legs off the bed so I can stand. Walking around to the side she’s closest to, I scoop her up into my arms and walk her into her bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I place her on her feet in the middle of the small bathroom rug.
Pushing the shower curtain aside, I turn the faucet so it’ll warm.
“You said a long shower was on your Christmas to-do list, so you’re starting with that, Snow Angel.”
“Are you joining me?” Her hand floats up to the center of chest, and she drums her fingers against my skin.
“Not a chance.”
Zee’s brows meet as she frowns.
The water feels hot against my hand when I test it again, so I turn to face her fully. Bringing my palm to her neck, I push against it gently until she's flat against the wall, then I kiss her. My fingers tease her entrance, and instinctually, her hips move against my touch. All I want to do is touch her, unable to get enough of her body now that I’ve had a small taste.
I can’t wait for more.
The small bathroom starts to cloud with steam as I slip two fingers inside her, letting the heel of my hand rub against her clit. I pin her against the wall with my hand around her neck. “If I get into that shower, I’ll end up inside of you.” My tongue licks the seam of her mouth and she opens it eagerly, moaning as Ifind a pace that has her writhing against the wall from where she stands.
“I can’t come again,” she mewls, her eyes closing from her body's overstimulation from pleasure. “Please—so sensitive, Miller.”
“Shh. You can come again, and you will. You’re already so close, Snow Angel. I can feel it. Your greedy little pussy is begging me for another orgasm. Has no one been taking care of it, beautiful? A pussy like this deserves to be worshiped. It needs to bekisseddaily.”
Her head shakes, but she doesn’t answer me. Beneath my palm, I feel her swallow, her neck muscles constricting under my hold.
Bringing my head level with her ear, I whisper. “I’ll worship it every goddamn day if you let me, Elizabeth. I’ll worshipyou.”
“Miller!” she screams again, her body practically falling as every ounce of energy is expelled into this orgasm. Her arms fly around my neck as I let go of hers so I can wrap my arm around her waist. I’m still fingering her pussy as it clenches around me, and walk us backward until I’m sitting on the side of the bathtub.
The hot spray of the shower meets my back, and I pull her to sit on my leg. Her legs spread to accommodate my fingers that refuse to leave her warmth, but they slow to a lazy stroke as I rub inside of her while she comes down fully from her orgasm.
Placing her hand on mine, she stops my motions, and I pull my hand from between her thighs. My fingers glisten as I drop my hand to my thigh, and she lays her head against my shoulder.
“I’m not sure I can stand in there.” She lets out a small, breathy laugh. “You’ve literally made my knees weak.”
“Do you want me to draw you a bath instead?”
“Mmm. That sounds amazing.”
Kissing the side of her head, I lift her and place her to sit next to me, then turn to work on her bath. Along the bathroomcounter is an arrangement of salts and bubble bath, so I fix it up to the best of my ability, making sure the shower curtain is completely out of the way, before I lift her legs and spin her on the ledge of the tub, dipping her feet into the water first.
She winces and lifts her legs out of the water a little.
“Too hot?”
“Just a smidge.” She reaches and turns the water to cool slightly.
Looking around the steamy bathroom, I see a candy cane scented candle and a lighter on the opposite side of the sink, so I light it and set it on the ledge of the tub.
“What else can I get for you?
“Nothing, but you can join me.”
