Page 50 of All the Promises We Break

Dylan’s arms that were softly rippling the water in front of us stop. She leans back and turns her head on my shoulder. “Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know. Someday maybe.”

“It’s hard to see myself not living in the city. We’re so close to everything.”

“But this hot tub could become part of our daily lives the other way.”

“Maybe we renovate? Find a two bedroom in the same building?”

I lean over and kiss her cheek. “Too many things on our plate at the moment, however, I like options.”

“Options for what?”

“Places to do this.”

My hands cover over her torso, pulling her tight against my body. She squirms a little bit to give the appearance of wantingto get away then relaxes. Her arm slowly rises and wraps around the back of my neck. Her nails tease at my skin.

I take a couple of nibbles down the side of her neck. Dylan makes a noise that’s somewhere between a sigh and a groan. I’ve become accustomed to every octave she gives and enjoy every single one.

“Remember the last time we started this?”

She hums a bit in appreciation of the memory. “I do. Vividly.”

I whisper in her ear, “I want the encore I was promised.”

This time we don’t run. We take our time. I wrap my towel at my waist as Dylan slowly emerges from the hot tub. Her hair is braided down her back with wisps curled around her face from the heat and humidity of the water. Her deep teal suit bottoms sit as low as they can on her hips without falling completely away. With little effort, I could push the straps from both of her shoulders and that knot in the middle of her back would leave little struggle.

I turn the overhead lights off near the hot tub, which leads Dylan’s form from spotlight to shadow. Her runway style walk from behind is something I will never tire of. Her hips swivel and twist in such a way that can leave any man wanting. Luckily, I’m that man.

She opens the door to the house, turning with a smile for me. Her towel is left behind as a breadcrumb trail, begging me to follow. I would follow that woman anywhere. My pulse races the closer I get to the door. Once I’m inside, she’s nowhere to be seen.

The light is on in the downstairs bathroom. The closer I get; I find Dylan already sitting on the countertop with her legs swinging back and forth with a casual freedom. Last time we left the door open. This time, it’s closed with a lock.

I drop my towel as I open the shower door and activate the showerheads. The steam begins to billow and fill the glassenclosure. My focus turns back to Dylan. She reaches behind her back and opens the knot with ease. Her straps fall forward and down her arms. Being an observer to her clothes leaving her body is nearly more erotic than doing it myself.

She curls her toes over the drawer handles, which angle her knees up and wide. I can see her breath move in front of her through the steam. I approach her, wanting to touch. Dylan holds out her hand wanting me to stop. Fuck. She wants me to watch first. It’s her favorite game, and if I’m honest, mine too.

Her left hand goes first. It slides across the swell of her breasts and appreciates each side of her collarbone. She draws special attention to the beautiful notch at the base of her neck. She knows it’s one of my erogenous zones. Dylan’s fingers angle between her breasts. I think she’s going to continue her voyage south, but with a twist she begins to circle her nipples one at a time. She’s demanding my specific focus on her body and I’m willing to comply. The steam is starting to cloak what I want to see most. I take a couple steps closer. Dylan doesn’t seem to notice. She’s creating a masterpiece.

Her right hand joins in making her dance a duet. It slides effortlessly inside her bikini bottoms and begins to play. My body is following hers in every way. She’s making it easy for me to imagine being connected to her, being the one who brings her the pleasure I see.

The game is always about how far I will let her go before I stop it. In the beginning I wouldn’t wait long. I didn’t want to miss out on the gift. The longer we’re together, the easier I can recognize her cues. She’ll make a certain sound, arch in a certain way, that’s when I stop her.

Her left hand flies behind her to the mirror. The water drops fall from the base of her imprint. Dylan’s breathing becomes a subtle groan. Now is the time. With her eyes closed, she doesn’tsense me coming. I grab her wrist and pull it away to pin it over her head.

She exhales hard with a smile. She knew I’d do that. With my right hand, I tug her bottoms down her legs. They get to her ankles and she kicks them aside. I growl in her ear. “Promise me you won’t move.”

“I won’t,” she responds.

I lower my swim trunks to the floor and kick them in the corner with hers. They cover the fact that they’re even on the floor. It gives me inspiration. Dylan shifts her weight right to left, trying to gather any bit of friction she possibly can. She’s aching.

I push my thumbs into the inside of her thighs as I slide in between her legs. Dylan arches toward me, desiring the connection. I pull her forward quickly. I rest just outside her. She gasps. “There’s that power. I’ve missed it.”

“Me too.”

I slide inside her slowly. I watch her face morph from the pain of anticipation to the sated image of pure pleasure. Our rhythm is measuring like the beat of a heart. We start slow then initiate to fire. Dylan’s head begins to softly bounce on the mirror. I cup her head in my hand and hold her close. My arm around her waist closes the gap between us.

The faster we go, the more I know I’ve got her. She claws at my back and nips on my shoulder. My queen of edging is dissolving into the duchess of instant gratification. Dylan’s cries become louder and louder. “Viper… let go.”

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