Page 68 of The Woman

I continue rubbing the cloth over her, cleaning where I can reach, and then I urge her to sit forward so I can do her back. Gathering her hair in my hand, I lift it up and wash her back, moving in slow, circular movements.

Avery shifts her body, trying to look at me over her shoulder. “Why didn’t you have sex with me in the beginning when that’s what I was for? Why did you resist all that time?”

I glance up from her back and trace my eyes over her full lips. “At first, it was because I didn’t want the type of woman I expected you to be.” Still washing her back, I add, “But then it was because I knew it would be like this once I finally gave in. Once I stopped fighting it.”

She idly runs her finger over the edge of the tub, still looking at me. “Like what?”

“You’ve taken over my thoughts, Avery. Every waking moment is spent thinking about you. You have the power to control my actions, and you can easily alter my moods.” I lift my gaze from her lips to her eyes, gripping her hair tighter. “I’m obsessed.”

Her breath hitches as her mouth parts on an inhale. “I just assumed you didn’t really want me.”

“I didn’t want to want you. But I’ve been intrigued by you from the very beginning,“ I admit.

The expression on her face turns thoughtful, her head tilting to the side as her eyes drop to my chest. The candles around us cause a soft glow to kiss her skin and accentuate her exquisite features.

Twisting a little further, she places her hand where her eyes are resting. “I have these feelings. They gather in this spot here.” She presses lightly on my chest. “And they only grow when you’re around.”

I release her hair, gliding my hand down her arm until it fully encloses hers.

“And does it sometimes feel like all the air in your lungs is gone?”

“Yes.” Twisting around fully, she moves until she’s straddling me, both her hands now pressed against my chest. “Do I make you feel that way?”

“You make me feel a lot of things.”

Digging my fingers into her flesh, I push her down to grind along my cock. You would think, after already coming twice today, that I wouldn’t be as easily turned on by her. But that doesn’t appear to be the case.

A visible shiver passes through her body as she begins rubbing herself on my hard length, the water around us sloshing over the edge as she picks up momentum.

Her reactions to me are addicting.

Maybe because I never expected her to have any reaction at all. Now, I watch for them, observe when and how she does things, and then keep that information stored away.

Leaning forward, I draw a nipple into my mouth, sucking before using my teeth to bite down on it.

A soft moan, followed by her fingers digging into my shoulders; she likes it.

I do it again, lavishing her other with just as much attention, and then trail my lips up until I’m in the crook of her neck, then I suck.

“Phoenix,” she whimpers.

My name murmured from her lips is like my favorite treat. I want to hear it screamed and whispered, moaned, and even muttered in anger. I want to hear it again and again.

I leave her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses all the way up until I land on her mouth, kissing her deeply.

Feather-light touches tickle my chest where her hands are still placed. Then I feel her fingers tighten around my nipples, and she squeezes.

A grunt passes through my mouth and into hers.

She pulls back, her eyes lit with desire and looking pleased that she found another thing I like. With her eyes locked on me, she squeezes my nipples again. My cock jerks, hard and desperate to be inside her.

I’m ready to devour her and take her again, but just as I lift my hands to grip her cheeks, her head arches back.

“Do you trust me?” she whispers. One of my eyebrows rises in question, curious as to why she’s asking. “Do you trust me to make you feel good? Will you give me the control?”

Though my blood sizzles and a thrill shoots through me at her words, I can’t imagine not having control and taking charge. I try to kiss her again, but this time, she pushes at my chest.

“Just trust me.”

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