He smoothed his tattooed hand over it, looked over his shoulder at me with a smile, and then folded his body over the side of the tub, presenting his perfect ass to me in offering.
I groaned to the sky again. “I am going to die.”
Liem smile turned wicked. “Then please take me with you.”
What an offer.
I fell onto him, grabbing the lube and putting it somewhere safe just before I gripped his cheeks, spread them, and visited heaven again.
I licked, sucked, and explored until Liem’s distress became apparent, and then I slicked my fingers, adding them to our pleasure.
With our legs mostly submerged but our upper bodies out, the contrast between hot, rushing water below and cooler air above was intoxicating.
Hewas intoxicating, with his feverish skin and responsive body. His demands and praises.
“I need you,” he moaned.
“I’ve got you,” I promised in return, sliding into his opening slowly, carefully.
The jets shut off then, their timer running out, and the sudden quiet of the moment urged me to keep my movements slow.
Keeping my hands at Liem’s waist, I slid out of him slowly and back in even slower, my gaze fixed on the spot where our bodies met.
Where we connected.
The damp ends of Liem’s hair were plastered to his bicep, and his mouth was parted in pleasure. I braced my foot on the small lip built into the hot tub and folded myself against his back, wrapping my arms around his upper body and pulling him to me, needing him closer. He gasped against the change in angle and bore down on me. I had to grit my teeth to not explode on the spot, then rewarded myself with a taste of his lips when I succeeded.
“Gorgeous, perfect,” I whispered against his lips. “So good for me.”
My thrusts were shallower in this position but no less intense. We found a rhythm there, standing in the hot tub under the moonlight.
When the static along my spine became urgent electricity, I wrapped my fist around his perfect dick and stroked, needing tofeel him come with me again. He reached back and grabbed my neck, taking my mouth in a sloppy kiss. Our pace increased then as we barreled toward release together, my hips rolling forward as Liem’s pushed back on me. After only a few more strokes, he clenched around me so intensely, it was nearly painful, and that electricity became liquid fire as I came inside him. His body shuddered, goose bumps rippling across his shoulders as I filled him, and then with one more stroke, he followed.
After I caught my breath, I glanced over him and noted that the thoughtful little minx had come on the towel instead of in or on the hot tub.
I dropped my forehead to his shoulder then, my limbs still shaking with aftershocks.
It was several long moments before I could find any words, and they were not poetry.
“Holy shit, LL. We need to hydrate.”
His body shook with laughter under me, and somehow, that was the moment that I felt my life slot into place.
Once we had enough blood restored to our limbs and brains to function, I helped Liem out of the hot tub and wrapped him in a towel, taking great pleasure in drying him off. In caring for him.
I scooped him up then, cradling him to my chest as I carried him inside like a bride, and set him on the kitchen counter.
We ate cookies and hydrated our wrung-out bodies between bouts of easy conversation, laughing and talking deep into the night.
Eventually we showered again, actually no-nonsense this time, then collapsed in bed, exhausted and elated. We fell into a deep sleep quickly, our bodies intertwined, our fingers interlaced.
Our souls warm and content.
Before dawn of the next morning, we said a mournful goodbye to the bungalow.
Liem stood in the driveway, dressed in the clothes he’d shown up in yesterday and looking as beautiful as ever in the slouchy, soft shirt and pants as he watched me hoist his Vespa into the bed of my truck.
“Heavens,” he murmured as he pressed the tops of his hands against his rosy cheeks.
