Page 49 of Under His Command

She looked drowsy and fucking adorable with her cheeks flushed and her hair curling from the steam and their earlier exertions. He ended up lifting her into the tub, not letting go until she sank into the oodles of bubbles up to her rosy-tipped breasts.

She hissed at first, but it soon changed to a throaty groan.

“Is it too hot?” he asked.

“Un-uh,” she purred. “It’s perfect.”

Amused, and eager to join her, he hurried and popped the cork on the champagne then poured them each a glass.

“Scoot forward,” he ordered as he stepped into the steamy, sudsy bath with a full glass in each hand. Although filled to the brim, he managed not to spill a drop as he lowered himself in behind her. His legs grazed her hips and thighs as he extended his much longer ones the length of the big tub.

He passed her one of the champagne flutes before easing her back against him. “Only one glass for you, or you’ll be nodding off again. And I’m not done with you yet.”

Over her shoulder, he watched as she wrinkled her nose—so fucking cute—but took a sip without protesting.

They soaked, savoring the expensive vintage Eric had provided while enjoying the quiet moment together. When he’d drained his glass, he set it aside and picked up a loofah. Starting at her neck, Flynn bathed her, fascinated with the way the water and bubbles slid over her flawless skin. He squeezed the sponge over her shoulders, sending frothy suds down her chest and over what he could see of her breasts where they peeked above the waterline.

While rinsing away the foam obscuring his view, he opted for no barriers between him and her beautiful body and switched to using only his hands.He washed her arms, chest, and breasts, lingering on the latter and reveling in the feel of his fingers gliding over the slick globes, bringing each nipple to a hard point. Noticing her breathing had quickened in pace, he moved on, still needing to wash the rest of her before things got out of control.

“Drape your legs over mine.”

Wonderfully compliant, she did as he directed, lounging against him while opening herself up to his touch.

Flynn rubbed his soap-slick hands over her hips, his long arms reaching the length of her legs then gliding back up the insides of her spread thighs. There, he raised his hips, lifting her to the surface. With suds-covered fingers, he gently soaped her pussy, tracing the length of her slit, inside and out. He rinsed and repeated, delving into her heat. Cassie arched into his touch, seeking more. He gave it to her, but only for a minute then withdrew.

With a pat on her inner thigh, rosy pink from the warm water, he ordered, “Flip over, and I’ll get your back.”

“But, Flynn, I was almost there.”

He squelched a laugh at how disappointed she sounded then brought his hand down, this time for a light spank instead of a pat, right on her pussy. She yelped and slammed her legs together, sitting up in surprise. Her movements sent a wave of soapy water over the edge of the tub. He didn’t scold her because her response trapped his hand between her thighs. Never one to miss an opportunity, he sank two fingers into her pussy, while his thumb found her clit.

“You are rusty, imp. Does the submissive decide how we go about things?”

“No, sir,” she answered, breathing hard.

“That’s right. As the dom, I’m driving this ship. And I’ve decided there’ll be no more coming tonight without permission.” He removed his hand. “Now flip over so I can finish.”

He relieved her of her glass before she turned to face him. Grasping her hips, he slid her upward, her slippery breasts gliding easily over his chest. Her eyes had lost their sleepy appearance and grown darker, the dilated pupils indicative of her unquenched desire.

Flynn shifted her until their hips aligned, then he guided her legs to the outside of his so she straddled him again. Already hard, he fitted his length against the seam of her pussy.

Her lips curved into a sultry smile. “Your recuperative powers are amazing, Commander. It makes me wonder how much you have in reserves. By my count, you’re behind four orgasms to two.” She shook her head sadly. “That just doesn’t seem fair.”

Chuckling, he brushed back the few strands of hair clinging to her damp cheeks then finger combed the rest of the thick, wet mass over her shoulders. “You’re keeping score?”

“No,” she said promptly then admitted with an impish grin, “Well, kind of.”

“I’m pacing myself.” He slid his hands beneath the heavy drape of hair around her shoulders. “And I’ve learned to value quality, over quantity, something I plan to teach you. Still, I have a six-month drought to make up for, and I’ll expect your help in evening the score.”

As one hand curled around hernape, the other slid down her spine where with fingers splayed wide, it encompassed both ass cheeks. She moaned softly as he pumped his hips, the iron-hard length of him gliding over her satiny, slick skin, proving he not only had the fortitude to take her again but the intention.

“You have my full cooperation, sir. Along with my appreciation of your stamina, which for a man of your years—” She yelped before she could finish, responding to the stinging smack he landed on the rosy cheeks peeking up through the bubbles.

“I’ll make a deal with you, imp. I won’t call you girl genius or kiddo if you refrain from calling me an old man.”

“I was going to say years of experience.”

That earned her a pinch. “Same thing.”

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