Page 77 of Ask Me Something

“Your laughter is worth the heart attack you almost gave me.”

I giggled again and enjoyed the feel of his hands washing my arms and back.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice was low and intimate.

“Mm.” I couldn’t manage a yes with his hands on my breasts.

“Do you regret starting this?”

I turned to face him and put my hand on his jaw. “No, do you?”

It was an emotional, intimate moment. When he opened his eyes, looking at me with unfiltered passion, I knew that he didn’t have any doubts.

“Not even for a second. Turn back around and relax into me. I want to wash your beautiful body.”

I lay back, gasping when his soapy fingers reached down and found my clit. “Bri—”

“Shh, I’ll only touch you here. Open your legs.”

I let my knees fall open to the sides of the tub.

“That’s it.”

Giving myself over to the sensation, my toes curled with each stroke of his fingers.

His lips trailed kisses down my neck, and then his breath was near my ear. “Come for me, sweetness.”

My muscles tensed and the roar of blood rushed in my ears. Suddenly, I climaxed with a breathless whimper already wanting more.

“I wish I could have you inside of me,” I panted, feeling him hard behind me.

“I don’t mind, Sasha. I mean only if you want to.”

“I do, but—”

I didn’t have a chance to finish voicing the insecurity before his hand roughly pushed between my legs and pulled the string out in one fluid motion. I was shocked by how aroused I became with that motion. Then he, no-nonsense, simply leaned over, grabbed the trash can, and deposited it in there. Before I could process feeling self-conscious, he lifted me up, and aligned his hardened length to my slick entrance.

“I can’t believe that turned me on so much,” I muttered. I felt his chuckle at my ear and gasped in pleasure when he filled me completely.

His hands grasped my hips, setting the rhythm. “Me too, gorgeous.” He groaned with pleasure, increasing the tempo. “Your breasts are heavier, and you’re tighter around me. You’re more sensitive, aren’t you?”

His hands were everywhere at once, it seemed, and my body was on overload. “Oh, God, yes,” I moaned.

He reached around to my swollen nub, circling it expertly.

My body clenched, and I threw my head back onto his shoulder. His growl of ecstasy fueled me. Neither of us cared about the water sloshing all over the floor. His teeth nipped at my neck, and we went over the edge together.

After a few minutes, our breathing steadied, and he sighed. “Are you all right?”

“Mm-hmm.” I was unable to form any coherent words at this point.

“I’m sorry. This was not what I intended when I came back tonight. I was only going to rub your back in the tub and maybe cop a feel, but, no, I’m like a damned animal when it comes to you.”

“I’m the one who said I wanted you inside of me. I guess I didn’t think you’d actually do it though.” I was too embarrassed to vocalize it in detail.

“It’s probably good we’re in the tub,” he said wryly.

I winced at the tenderness when I got up and stepped out of the tub. I made sure to go straight into the shower.

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