Page 21 of The Southern Thirst Trap

I turn to her and run my hands down her sides until I get to the hem of her thin dress and slowly raise it up and over her head. She lifts her arms for me while keeping her eyes locked on mine, and I was right, she’s completely bare underneath.

“Fuck, Lowe,” I growl, working on my control despite what I just said about it being her needing it. “You look so fucking good every time I see you like this. I want to worship you.” I blink and lift my eyes away from her body which makes me want to drop to my knees and do as I promised. But I have to pay up first.

She’s smiling like she can read the very real struggle I’m experiencing on my face. I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off by the collar, catching her expression shifting to interest as I shuck off my clothes to step up behind her and trail my fingers along all of the exposed skin I have access to like this.

“Your hair will get in the way. Tie it up,” I order.

She gathers her long, wavy hair into her hands and pulls it up, twisting it around and tucking it into a knot at the top of her head. “Better?” She smiles.

“Now, do you want me to get in with you, or do you want me to rub your shoulders from out here.”

“In,” she says on a shaky exhale. “In the tub with me,” she repeats, stronger this time.

So, into the nearly too-hot water I step and hold out a hand for her. She takes it, stepping in, turning, and together, like we’ve done it a million times before, we sink into the tub, her hips fitting snugly between my legs, her back against my chest. We fit perfectly in every way. It’s no surprise that a giant bathtub is no exception.

Harlowe lets out a low moan of appreciation and sinks back against me heavily, the hot water instantly soothing her muscles. I’m already sweating from the temperature and hard from her little sounds, but this is as much my punishment for losing as it is her prize and I’ll endure it silently so she can enjoy herself.

I begin kneading her neck and shoulders, and she purrs out her appreciation. That’s right, my vicious little Wildcat can purr, and the sound stirs up an unholy need in me.

“Fuck,” I breathe against her ear. “Keep making those noises baby, keep telling me what you like with your body. I love knowing that what I’m doing makes you feel this good." My voice is low and full of my need. Her shaky exhale is all the answer I need.

I continue to slide my thumbs along her slender muscles, working on instinct and what I have gleaned about what she likes from our trip so far. Her body grows heavier against me and the continued sounds of satisfaction that punctuate the quiet of the bathroom give me every indication of where she wants me to touch her now, much as she does any other time my hands are on her. I work out any knots I find, smoothing the tension from her shoulders and enjoying the feel of her becoming even more relaxed under my hands. The rain on the windows has steadily increased as the storm grows closer, lightning flashing in the distance.

When I’ve rubbed her shoulders for a fair amount of time, I start moving elsewhere. I know she’s sensitive just below her ears, so I make sure to massage up each side of her neck with slow, deep strokes. She shivers, goosebumps rising along the skin of her shoulders. I know she likes it when I touch her just below her collarbones, so I let my fingers brush along the front of her chest, stretching her back against me tighter.

Her head falls against my shoulder and her breaths come out in shallow pants next to my ear, her dusky nipples now peeking through the bubbles, giving me even more incentive to touch her everywhere. I trace my hands down each of her sleek shoulders, kneading and working until my hands are under the waterline, and I graze the sides of her tits with my fingertips as I work down the full length of her arms and begin to come back up. I feel her tense in anticipation, subtly shifting herself so I’ll have to graze her tits again. I still my hands at her elbows instead, and she makes a huff of impatience.

“Do you want your shoulder massage to include more now?” I ask, my voice a low caress next to her face that is still on my shoulder, so close to mine.

“Yes,” she pleads, the word simple, yet holding so much yearning. A flash of lightning strikes closer to our villa, followed by a boom of thunder several seconds later, adding to Lowe’s plea for more.

“This is all for you. Tell me exactly what you want.” My voice is silky, hands barely moving along her arms again, fingers drawing small circles on her skin under the water.

“Touch me everywhere you know I like it. You know my body, Zander. I want to be yours. I want you to touch me like you own me,” she begs, half mad with a desire that almost surprises me. Almost, but it doesn’t, because I feel that same burning need for her.

“You’re already mine, Lowe. All mine,” I growl, grasping the graceful column of her throat, feeling her racing pulse under my fingers as I turn her face toward mine so I can claim that plush mouth that just said the most dangerous thing she could to me. Because I do want to own her. I want her to be mine. I want to have her be my forever, maybe even love her. My other hand gives her tits the attention she was seeking, kneading and stroking in time with my tongue against hers, rolling one nipple before lavishing the other with the same attention.

Her body is writhing against mine, angling, looking for more of my touch. I continue my path as I draw lazy circles around the undersides of her breasts, along her ribs, down her taut stomach, and finally to her sweet little pussy that she bucks up into my hand once it's within reach.

“Needy girl. Let me take my time enjoying all of you. You’re mine, after all, and I’m quite indulgent. I like to visit all of my favorite parts, and unfortunately for you, that is everything on this exquisite body, so there is a lot I have to lavish with attention even if your cunt wants my fingers more than say, your hip bone.” I keep my voice low and sensual as she growls when I move my fingers over to her thigh. She bucks again and I tsk at her. “There’s my Wildcat.” I bite her neck to keep her still, but she’s writhing now. I lick up to her ear. “Beg me, if you want it that badly.”

It has been torture for me not to bury my cock inside of her while she’s been this pliant and sexy, this beautiful and relaxed, making the most incredible noises while I massaged her soft skin as steam rose off of it. I want to hear her say she needs me just as badly, and she’s as wild as I am for her now.

“Please, Zander, I need your fingers. No, I need you. I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck me. God, I think I’ll die if I don't have your cock inside of me now. Please, Zander. Please fuck me,” she whimpers, her hands on my thighs, trying to reach between us, but I'm holding her too tightly for her to slip her greedy hands behind her back to grasp me.

Everything she says is fucking music to my ears. She’s so perfect. I groan with it, my fingers gripping her thigh tightly with the need to sink my cock inside of her body the way she wants me to.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, baby. Of course, I’ll give you what you want. On your knees and wait like a good girl with your hands on the edge of the tub.”

I let her go a little reluctantly so she can obey. Harlowe rises out of the protective cage of my body onto her knees and I miss the feel of her against me instantly. I’m rewarded by the sight of her, rising like a goddess from the bubbles and steam, flowers clinging to her like they, too, can't stand to be parted from her perfection.

I groan again at the sight and file it away as another of those most beautiful images I’ve seen. Her perfect profile and the curve of her neck are caught in the flash of lightning as she looks over her shoulder at me, her sun-kissed caramel skin glowing in the candlelight, reflecting off droplets of water and iridescent bubbles. The boom of thunder rattles the windows as the storm swirls over the villa now, mirroring our own frantic needs and desires.

I have to tear my gaze away to get myself out of the water, blinking and reminding myself she’s real and won’t disappear if I look away while I reach for a condom on the little table next to the bathtub, ripping the foil and slipping it on my cock. I kneel behind her, angling myself to enter her from behind like this. She’s so tight, her knees only able to spread so wide by the sides of the tub, but I press in inch by tight inch until the tip is tightly wedged inside her little pussy.

“Hold on to those edges or we’ll both go in face first and drown, got it? I can’t be gentle. Not with how much I want you. Not with how much you need me.” She makes the most delicious sounds of relief and pleasure that I slam home roughly, sloshing water around us and over the edge of the tub onto the floor with a splash. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, Lowe. You’re mine.”

We both groan and the feral need to really make her mine, to possess her, has me gripping her hips, hard, and pumping into her, pulling out to the tip, over and over again. What started as being completely for her has transformed into taking my own pleasure, but Harlowe is screaming yes, her back bowing, hips pressing back into the way I’m brutally fucking her. She’ll have marks on her hips from my fingers tomorrow, but I’m out of my mind with need and she doesn't seem to care.

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