“C’mere,” I said, waving her over to the bath. She did as I asked her and slipped her arms around my waist. Her head dropped forward when I began massaging her neck.
“Oh, God,” she groaned as her knees buckled and her body sagged next to mine.
“Good?”
“Orgasmic,” she mumbled quietly.
“I’ve not lost my touch then,” I replied, smiling.
“Your hands are magic,” she suggested as she moved her head to the side to give me greater access to where her neck and shoulder met.
“If you think they’re magic, what’s inside these jeans is gonna blow you away,” I teased.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been eating beans,” she muttered, sounding mock horrified.
“The only wind between us will be the soft, hot air I’m gonna blow between your thighs a little later.”
“Damn, you’re quick. How do you manage to turn everything into foreplay?”
“I know… it’s a gift,” I stated with a wicked grin even though she wasn’t focusing on me. “Come on, let’s get you naked and in that bath.”
“Oh, so you can make me wet?” she suggested, glancing up at me with a twinkling challenge in her gaze.
“Baby, you’re wet already. I don’t even need to check that fact. As soon as I laid my hands on you, I heard that groan of pleasure, and I bet it reached all the way down to your core.”
Lily broke eye contact with me, chuckled and reached for the hem of her red silk top without responding to my bet. She slipped it over her head and laid it on our bathroom stool.
“See you can’t even deny it… or do I need to check,” I queried with a raised brow.
“How did I ever allow myself to get caught up with such a sex-maniac as you,” she asked, pretending to grumble.
“Because you love my juicy, pierced cock. Admit it,” I said, reaching for the fastener on her pants and flicking it undone. I slipped my hands around her waist, down to her ass, then palmed both ass cheeks through her lacy boy shorts. I pulled her flush against me, to let her know how she affected me.
“Is this a torture technique to get me to say what you want?” she asked, giving me a coy glance.
I shook my head. “If you’re testing me, it isn’t working, Lily,” I warned, referring to the innocent way she looked up at me. She bit back a smile, then her stare grew intense. “It’s not whatIwant, it’s whatyouwant, if what those lust-drunk eyes are saying is true to form.”
Stepping back, she placed her hand on my chest and narrowed those beautiful eyes I could get lost in. “Am I so easy to read?”
“Always, baby. Even when you hate me, you still want me.”
“Same,” she suggested of me.
“Same?” I asked, one eyebrow raised. I gave her ass cheeks another squeeze for good measure, and she bit her lip, clearly turned on.
“Yeah, even at the height of our troubles in those weeks, the way you looked at me said you wanted nothing more than to be balls deep inside me.”
I chuckled, pulled my hands out of her pants and held them up in surrender. “I can’t lie, it might have been on my mind a time or two.”
“Or three, Alfie Black, sex is never far away from that dirty mind of yours.”
“Talking about my dirty mind, I figure there’s been enough ‘dry’ foreplay. What do you say, we get you out of these pants and lacy panties, as nice as they are, and get that silky skin of yours wet?”
“I think a nice relaxing bath is just what I need. What will you be doing while I soak?”
Casting a dark look, I stared intently, then let a wicked smile curve my lips. “That depends on your preference,” I replied.
“My preference? For what?”
