Page 49 of All Your Pucking Secrets

I dread the day I’ll have to.

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THE PAST

TYLER

“This is nice,” Echo says, oblivious to the dark turn my thoughts have taken. “I’m sure there’s a better word for it, but I can’t think what it is. I just feel so peaceful, and I love being so close to you.”

“It’s pretty great,” I agree, trying to put my fear of losing her to the back of my mind. I can’t let it encroach on our time together.

“The jets are a bit much though,” she adds.

“Yeah.” Fumbling around the spa controls, I turn them off. “They’re a good idea, but not very relaxing in reality.”

Without the buzz of the jets, the bathroom is much quieter. If I were alone, I might consider it too quiet, but with Echo here, it can’t be anything other than perfect.

“Do you want to get clean?” she asks, glancing at the bar of soap just out of reach.

“I’ll wash you.” I longed to explore all of her, and what better way to do it? First, I’d learn her with my hands, and then I’d dry her and retrace the same path with my tongue.

I strain for the soap, but Echo straightens for a moment to grab it and hand it to me. Fortunately, she seems content to return to her position against my chest, and I soak in the sensation briefly before lathering the soap.

I soap her chest, cupping each of her breasts and thumbing her nipples, then I clean her arms before journeying down to her belly and hips. I skirt around her pussy, and she helps me wash her slim thighs and calves.

I massage the suds into her back, using my thumbs to dig into the small knots on the inside of her shoulder blades. She groans and becomes boneless against me.

My cock throbs, and I want nothing more than to slide it between the globes of her ass, but I resist the urge. Instead, I slip my fingers over her pussy and stroke. She lets out a stuttered breath and rocks into my touch.

“No.” Her eyes are unfocused as she pushes my hand away. “It’s my turn to wash you.”

She shimmies around in the tub, splashing water over the rim, until she’s straddling my thighs. I grit my teeth, doing my best to pretend the heat of her pussy isn’t nestled over my eager cock.

She takes the soap from me, rubs it between her palms, and follows the same path I did, washing my chest, then my arms, before venturing lower. Her fingertips brush my cock as they pass it by, and I groan at the feather-light tease. Her eyes widen and then turn sly.

Taking far more time than necessary, she cleans my thighs, my calves, shins, and even my feet, ignoring me when I squirm. I’ve always been ticklish, but thankfully, very few people know it.

Finally, after what seems like an eon, she works back up my body and pauses beside my cock. Her hesitation reminds me that this is her first time, and I immediately kick myself for not doing or saying something to put her at ease.

“You can touch it,” I assure her huskily. “Or not. Whatever you want. We don’t have to go all the way tonight. I’m just happy you’re here with me.”

“I want to touch you,” she says, and wraps her hand around me.

I’m on a hair trigger when it comes to her, and her gentle grip is almost enough to send me over the edge. I grab her hips, struggling to get myself under control, but she doesn’t seem to give a shit about that. She slides her hand to the end of my cock and runs the pad of her thumb over the weeping slit.

“Feels too good,” I warn.

She glances up at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief and desire. “I don’t think there’s such a thing as too good.”

“Trust me, there is.”

She strokes me again, this time a little more firmly. My hips jerk instinctively, aching to thrust my cock into her hand again and again until I come all over her. But I manage to stop them from moving. I don’t want to come in her hand. I want to come inside her.

“It’s silky,” she murmurs, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “I didn’t think it would be.”

Oh, fuck. Does she realize how much of a fantasy she sounds like right now? So innocent, but so curious. And she’s all mine.

For as long as I can hold onto her.

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