Page 108 of Swim To Me

Grey twists the tap, eliciting a rush of water and empties a bottle of bubbles into the tub. Steam curls in the air, followed by the strong, but relaxing, scent of fresh eucalyptus and something minty. Something I’ve come to associate with Grey as much as the permeant chlorine staining his skin.

“Hop in. I’ll go get you a towel and something to sleep in.”

Not wasting another second, I secure my hair up so as to not get it soaking wet, strip out of my blouse, leather pencil skirt and underwear and sink beneath the deliciously warm scented water.

A pleasured sigh escapes past my lips, the muscle relaxant getting to work straight away to take away the ache in my calves from walking and the constant throbbing in my feet from wearing heels.

“I’m kind of jealous I didn’t get to peel that leather skirt from your skin. Guess you’ll just have to wear it again so I can.”

My eyes flutter open to find Grey leaning against the doorway, watching me, a towel and a shirt in his hands. He cuts a lean figure; chest bare displaying his toned physique, the V of his Adonis belt leads down to a pair of shorts hanging low on his hips. I want to press my lips there, feel the heat of his skin, and the ridges of his muscles.

“I suppose I will,” I hum, the bubbles fizzing around me.

I watch as Grey hangs not one, but two, towels on the heated rail and then stalks towards me, his eyes flicking to my body hidden beneath the pearlescent foam. “Can I join you?”

“Of course, Grey.”

The temperature in the bathroom feels like it skyrockets when Grey pushes his shorts down his legs, cock soft between his thighs and steps in the tub behind me. The bath is big enough to fit both of us quite comfortably, but still, water and bubbles splash over the side with the sudden movement.

Grey’s arms band around my middle, pulling me backwards until my back is to his chest, and I can feel his cock twitch ever so slightly against the curve of my arse. He presses a wet kiss to the crook of my neck, above my racing pulse, and then sighs.

“This is exactly what I needed after today.”

I smile, turning my head to peer up at him. “I’m glad. You deserve a treat after the day you’ve had.”

Grey’s dimples pop. “And you? How’s the manuscript editing going?”

We quietly chat back and forth, taking comfort in each other’s presence, while the bubbles fizzle out and the water begins to cool. I, however, still burn red hot, my skin prickling with the awareness of Grey and his fingers.

Those fingers which are tracing seemingly random patterns on the sensitive undersides of my breasts, above my tummy button, the sides of my thighs.

Tipping my head back to rest on Grey’s collarbone, I try to focus on the lapping of the water and not the throbbing of my core. I’m supposed to be relaxing, winding down from the day, building back up Grey and I’s relationship with different types of intimacy rather than just sex.

But my body is having other ideas.

When Grey’s thumb grazes the delicate flesh of my nipple, a soft moan slips past my lips, eyes fluttering closed. I wait for him to touch me there again, to maybe cup my heavy breast, but he doesn’t, instead his hand moves away to the tops of my shoulders, gently kneading the flesh there.

It’s obvious he’s waiting for me to make the first move, to let him know when I’m ready for something more.

Reaching behind me, I wrap my hand around the nape of Grey’s neck, pulling him down until our faces are level. My eyes search his face, taking in the pretty green tint of his eyes, the beginning of creases around the thin skin, his strong nose, his smile, those dimples I love and then I press my lips to his.

As soon as I seal our lips together, Grey is fisting the hair at the base of my neck, long fingers disappearing into my bun, deepening our kiss. He’s been holding himself back, waiting for me, but now I’m giving him the green light, he’s taking every inch of me he can, devouring me like a man starved.

“Touch me. Grey, please,” I beg. “Touch me.”

Skilled fingers skim the ladder of my ribs beneath the water, ticking the inner portion of my thighs before they slid through my folds and up to the hood of my clit. Small circles dance over my nerve endings, ecstasy zipping down to my toes and up to my nipples.

Whimpering into Grey’s mouth, I latch onto my own breast, fingers slipping against my wet skin. I widen my legs as far as the bathtub will allow, urging Grey to press his middle finger inside of me, quickly followed by another.

Notched inside me, he crooks them until he hits the spongy spot at the front of my walls, pulling a mixture of a gasp and a whine from me that echoes from the tiles.

The water around us sloshes at a steady pace now, moving with the pump of Grey’s hand, fingers dragging in and out of me while the heel of his hand grinds against my clit.

“This sweet little pussy gripping my fingers so tight…” Grey mutters against my skin, pulling his lips away from mine to suck at my jaw. “I’ve missed her.”

I’m boneless in his arms, unable to do anything but lie there, allowing Grey to push me closer and closer to my orgasm. I pinch one of my nipples, feeling myself tighten up and flutter, that balloon of heat spreading out across my stomach, my core, the tops of my legs.

“Grey… Grey… Grey…” I chant, voice high pitched and broken to my own ears.

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