Page 81 of The Hermit

She relaxes, resting her head against the slope of the tub, and places her hands on the sides, looking like a fucking queen.

I keep her eyes imprisoned with mine as my hand glides over her skin. When I move lower, her breaths start to come faster and the corner of my mouth lifts.

“Open your legs,” I order.

She bends her legs at her knees, opening as wide as she can in the tub.

When I cup her pussy, her body shudders, and I notice how she grips the sides of the tub tighter.

I drink in the feel of her soft curls, and how fucking hot she feels when I circle her opening.

My wife’s already burning up for me.

“Do you need me to fuck you again,moja láska?”

Her head bobs up and down. “Yes.”

I slowly alternate between lightly brushing over her clit and teasing her opening, and Grace lifts her hips, making the water slosh.

“Keep still,” I demand.

“But you’re torturing me,” she complains, her muscles tensing and her body straining.

“That’s the plan,” I murmur darkly. “Let’s see how much you can take before you beg me to fuck you.”

“I’m ready to beg,” she gasps when I flick her clit. “Jesus, Dominik. Please…” I tease her by only pushing the tip of my finger inside her. “Oh God, please.”

“More,” I growl, loving this way too fucking much. I want her to lose her mind for me. I want her wild and desperate. “Beg the only man who can satisfy you.”

She nods frantically, her body trembling as she does her best not to move. “You’re the only man who’s made me come.”

My eyebrow lifts, and for a moment, I forget about torturing her. “Really?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

Intense satisfaction spreads through my chest. “So no other man has seen your beautiful face as you orgasm?”

“No. Only you.” Her control slips, and she swivels her hips.

I lightly tap her clit and shake my head. “No moving.”

“Then give me more,” she demands, her voice strained.

“Not yet.” I grin at her. “You haven’t begged me enough.”

I finger her three more times before going back to teasing her clit, and it has her groaning, “Good God, Dominik, please fuck me.”

Instead of giving her what she wants, I pull my hand completely away and press on the plug so the water will drain from the tub.

“What are you doing?” Grace asks, her tone clearly not impressed with me.

I grab a towel and hold it open, then say, “I can’t fuck you in the tub. At least not the way I want to.”

She darts up so fast she slips, and I lunge forward, grabbing hold of her before she can fall. I lift her out of the tub, then level her with a glare, “Be careful. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Don’t give me that look,” she snaps at me, the fire I love so much burning in her eyes. “It’s your fault.”

I grip hold of her ass and yank her right against my body. “Are you giving me attitude?”

---