Page 114 of The Eighth Isle

God, now when I thought about it…such a fucking disaster that I’d genuinely thought that wasit.That that was good, when it was never evenokay.

“No, baby, it’s not. Not when you know what you’re doing. I promise you, it won’t hurt at all,” he said, and raised my head. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.” That wasn’t even a question.

“Then let me take care of it. I live to please you, my queen.”

That did sound really fucking nice. “Then let’s do it.”

He kissed me deeply. “We will. But first—” He moved us so fast the entire room tilted out of view before I landed on my feet on the floor. “First, I want to bathe you, and I want to fuck you in the bathtub.” He pointed at the bathroom door. “Then we’ll see what more you have in there that I can rip off your perfect body.” He pointed at the half-open closet door next. “And we’ll take it from there. How’s that?”

Well, fuck.

“Please proceed,” I said, a bit breathless.

Grey wasted no time at all.

He led me to the bathroom and had me sit there and watch him fill up the tub, use up half a bottle of a vanilla shampoo he liked in it, then fix the towels so that he could dry me as soon as we were done. He was very dedicated, indeed, and wouldn’t let me even move until the bath was full and bubbly and steaming, and then he took me in his arms and lay me down gently, like he thought I might break if he handled me too hard.

I’d be a damn liar if I said I didn’t love it. I loved to be spoiled by him so much that I couldn’t stop smiling.

Grey sat on the edge of the tub across from me, and slowly raised my legs and rubbed them as he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes and a small smile on those gorgeous lips.

We didn’t talk, didn’t even think about anything other than what we were doing. The world outside could be burning, but as far as we were concerned, we were the only ones on the planet.

Grey raised my foot to his face and kissed my toes one by one, covering half his stubble in foam, which made him look like a very hot, very mischievous Santa I wanted to nail me right now.

But he was being gentle still, so once he was done with my feet, he moved to the other side of the tub and put his legs on either side of me. The back of my head rested on his hard cock and I moved it a bit as he continued to rub my arms, then my chest, then my breasts again until he felt I was clean enough. Until I couldn’t stop moaning with every breath I took, eyes half open and on his face.

Then Grey said, “Move, baby.”

I only moved a little to give him room to navigate. He sat in the tub behind me and put me on his lap. My back was against his chest, and the water spilled out of the tub with our movements, but Grey didn’t stop. He pulled us lower and loweruntil only our faces were out of the water. I was lying on him, feeling every inch of him against my back, and he continued to play with me for a long time.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I said because his cock pressed to my ass and his hands all over my body were going to drive me insane.

“Yes, I think you’re ready to be fucked now,” he teased, biting my earlobe.

I would have laughed if I wasn’t so turned on, but when I was high like this, his words hit differently.Verydifferently.

I didn’t even bother to try to move because I knew he wouldn’t let me. So, when he sat us up again, he easily grabbed my hips and brought me closer, holding me just over his cock.

“I need you to spread your legs now, baby. Put your feet over the edges,” Grey instructed. “And I want you to grab my cock and hold it up so I can sit you on it.”

Yes, yes—abso-fucking-lutely yes.

I pushed my feet over the edges of the tub and eagerly reached between them for his cock. Grey had no trouble holding me up by the hips, and once his tip was right in front of my entrance, he began to lower me down on his cock.

The sensation fried my nerve ends so fast. My body opened up for him and my head fell back when he sat me down all the way. Water spilled out of the tub, and Grey said, “Pull your legs inside again. Squeeze them together.”

So, I did. The feeling intensified immediately because in that position, his cock seemed to be even deeper inside me than normal. My hips moved on their own, but Grey held onto them, stopping me in place.

“Don’t move, my queen. Let me please you.”

Holding onto the edges of the tub, I obeyed and focused only on the pleasure. He moved me by the hips forward and back, rubbing against my folds, and the sound of the water splashingand spilling filled my head. It was louder than my moans at first, louder than Grey’s whispered praise.

He slid deeper into the tub as he moved me up and down his cock next. Even though my back was turned to him and I couldn’t see his face, I could imagine the lust in his eyes just fine, the passion, the burning desire he had for me, the way he loved to see me taking in every inch of him every time he fucked me.

We stayed there for a while, until half the tub was empty, and Grey sat up again. He wrapped an arm around my waist, bringing his hand forward, between my legs, rubbing my clit as he pounded into me from below.

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