Page 48 of Fumble

Once she’s situated, I step in across from her, watching as she relaxes into the bubbles, her face radiant. She looks different. I know my cock doesn’t have magical powers as much as I’d like to believe it does, but there’s a definite shift in the way her body moves. Or, maybe I’m more aware of every twitch and flex of her flesh. With her arms draped over the sides of the tub, she lets her head rest against the roll-top edge.

“Hunter. Would it be too girly if I asked what you’re thinking?” She runs her foot up the length of my leg, water splashing over the side.

“Yeah. So, how about twenty questions? Or truth or dare?” Mischief lights her eyes.

“Oh, I like that one, but I get to ask first. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” I’m already thinking a dare was probably the easier option, and I’m not wrong.

“Best sex of your life? You know mine.” Her playful giggle catches me off guard.

“Can I change my mind and ask for a dare?”

“No! I want an answer. You must have some stories to tell.”

“And you want to hear about sex I’ve had with other women?” Maybe I can distract her.

“Fine… I really don’t want details. Just give me a location.”

“That’s easy. A hotel room.”

“Not very adventurous.”

“Adventure doesn’t come from the location, it’s the sex. Don’t get me wrong, sex outside or somewhere you might get caught can be exciting, but if you’re asking about the best sex I’ve ever had, it was in a hotel room.”

“Will you fuck me somewhere we could get caught?” The fire in her eyes has me standing to attention. I’m happy the bubbles are covering the rager I’m sporting just at the thought of fucking her somewhere we could be exposed.

“That’s a second question. No answer for you. My turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” I take a deep breath, unsure if I want to ask what I’m about to.

“Did losing your virginity to me measure up to your expectations?”

“No.” Fuck, that one word is like a punch to the gut. The sound of water sloshing around us becoming white noise. “It was better. So much better than I could ever have hoped for.” This girl is trying to kill me.

“I could have done without the dramatic pause for effect. You scared the shit out of me.” She chews on her bottom lip, a confident stare pinning me to the spot.

“You know you’ve got skill. What did you have to be nervous about? I was the one rutting like a bronco without any grace, finesse, or sensuality. You, fuck… your body is designed for sex. It oozes from every pore. Your hips, your lips, your cock.” I dip my hands underwater, caressing her thighs as I pull her toward me.

“I was nervous. I had a plan. It was going to be perfect for you, but I just couldn’t help myself. You underestimate your feminine wiles. The entire time you were asleep I was concerned about whether or not it was good for you. You’ll remember this for the rest of your life.”

“And you won’t?” There she goes chewing on that lip again.

“It’s emblazoned on my brain for all eternity, I assure you.” Pulling her closer, I press my lips to hers, her tongue teasing my senses. “Okay, next question.”

“It’s my turn.”

“That last part counted as a question. Now, truth or dare?”

“No fair.”

“Sucks to be you. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Mmm. Let me think about this for a second. I need a good one.” Her hands disappear beneath the water, wrapping around my rock-solid dick.

“You still thinking?” Holy fuck.

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