“Yes,” she panted. “Please.”
“You sound so fucking precious when you beg.” With another firm slap against her clit, he gave her exactly what she needed. “As long as you beg for it, I’ll give you anything, kitten.”
The pet name rolled off his lips so fucking easily. He just couldn’t stop himself—nor could he prevent himself from hurtling her over the edge. His fingers fucked her hard, the rhythm constant as his palm pressed hard into her clit. Eveline cried out, walls contracting around his fingers. He worked herthrough her orgasm, easing up once her nails scraped against his skin.
“So beautiful,” he groaned, sucking her earlobe between his teeth. “Can I run you a bath?”
To his surprise, Eveline shook her head. “You don’t need to do that.”
“Do you not like them?”
“I-I…” she stammered.
“Talk to me, kitten.”
Inhaling what seemed to be a handful of courage, she said, “I can’t get in.”
He chuckled, nuzzling into her neck. “I just made you come on my fingers twice. Do you really think I expectyouto move a muscle? As the princess—no, no, thequeenthat you are, you shall be treated like royalty all night.” He took her jaw and tilted her face towards his. “Including all the orgasms you could possibly want.” Then he kissed her nose. “Now for the important question: Do you want a shirt while we wait for the tub to fill?”
Eyes wide like a deer in headlights, Eveline nodded. “Yes, please.”
Sweeping her into his arms, he settled her against the headboard and gave her something to cover up with before starting the water in the bath. As soon as it filled, he returned to the bedroom. Eveline watched him with curious eyes raking over his body. He knew what he had to offer, nor did he feel ashamed of the bulge under his grey sweats.
“Will you join me?” she asked sheepishly.
He smirked, twirling her long braid around his fist. “Is that what you want, kitten?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’d be happy to.” He helped her out of her shirt and lifted her into his arms once more. “I couldn’t find any bath salts, so we’ll have to make do with plain water.”
“You’ll just have to cuddle me to make up for it.”
He chuckled, glad that she was warming up to him. “Of course.”
After Eveline was settled in the water, he undressed, catching her watching out of the corner of his eye. As he submerged himself, he suppressed a hiss. Women truly had some demons living inside of them if they enjoyed temperatures like this.
“Come here,” he demanded, pulling her between his spread thighs.
With a sigh, she let her head loll against his shoulder and adjusted her legs to her comfort. Once she seemed to be happy with the way she sat, her fingers traced over his legs, their hair seemingly not bothering her. He mirrored her, only for her to blanket his hands with hers and push. He took the hint, adding more pressure.
“Better?” he asked, nose grazing along her neck.
“Mmhmm,” she hummed. “I can’t feel it otherwise.”
“Good, I want you to tell me what you need, like you just did.”
Then, with her fingers brushing his wrist, Eveline frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Lifting his hand, he saw the reddened marks she’d left behind. “There is no need to feel bad.” With a kiss to her cheek, he softly laughed. “I should’ve listened to you in the first place.”
They soaked in silence until the bath ran cold, the only sounds in the room being the splash of water and Eveline’s contented sighs.
She eventually laughed, inspecting her pruned fingers. “I look like a grandma.”
“A very hot one if I may say.”
“You may.”
