Page 6 of Deadly Obsession
The only frustrating piece of information I learned going through her profile was that she likely lived in (or very close to) a city called Leeds in the United Kingdom, based on the fact she’d tagged it as her location in at least ten videos.
Adjusting my position on my bed, I shook my head. I would have to teach her to be more careful with how much information she put out there. Deciding to subtly initiate things, I clicked the “follow back” button and shut my laptop, setting it on the fridge and going to sleep.
The next day, I’d woken up to a wave emoji, a compliment on my content, and a “thanks for the follow!” After that, we’d messaged oneanother consistently throughout the entirety of the day. On the nights she didn’t work, she’d stay up late so that I could message her or sneak calls to her between chores on the ranch. Some days, I’d saddle up one of the horses and FaceTime her through the entire ride, promising that one day I’d have her on a horse right beside me—once I taught her how to ride, of course.
Lost in the memories, a shifting in my arms pulled my attention back down to the angel beside me. Her eyes fluttered open before closing again. “James, it is you.” Sera smiled.
Chuckling softly, I moved back to the tub and carefully eased her into the warm water. “Yes, it’s me, Harps. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
My arms sank below the surface as I eased her body into the warm, scented water. My hand had barely enough time to reach up and cut off the tap when her eyes shot open again with far more awareness this time. She sat upright, splashing water over the side. And then I was trapped in a very wet and surprisingly strong hug as Sera threatened to pull me into the tub with her as my balance was put off.
“Oh my fates! I can’t believe you’re here in person! Wait—” Her excitement washed away in what I suspected was a mix of shock, embarrassment, and confusion.
Pulling back, Sera crossed her arms over her breasts, her eyes moving side to side as she took in the room and then locked her eyes on me. Allowing her the moment, I moved back on my knees, adjusting a few times at the discomfort caused by my now-drenched briefs.
“The mask… that was you… James!” she exclaimed, her jaw dropping. But soon after, the smile I’d been staring at through my phone’s screen for the better half of a year emerged.
All I could do at that moment was nod my head. “Yeah, princess. Hope I didn’t scare you too bad,” I said with a smirk.
“You ass! Fuck that! That was hot.” Her hand reached out for me once more, and I leaned forward, mimicking the gesture.
With each of us cupping the back of the other’s head, our lips crashed together in repeated assaults, my teeth instinctively biting at her bottom lip. The rhythm broke, however, when she pulled back. And before I knew it, my cheek was stinging from a swift slap.
“You scared the shit out of me! What, with the book moving and appearing in the window like that! Could have given me a heart attack.” Her face went stern and her not-so-foreign-to-these-ears accent made her sound even more displeased.
I knew her better than that.
“Come now, princess. You can pretend all you want, but you loved every fucking minute of it,” I growled out at her, leaning into her ear and taking a soft nip on her lobe before pulling back.
“Fucker…” she murmured as she settled into the water, as if just now realizing she was in the tub.
With that, I pushed to my feet and moved around to sit on the stool behind her. “That’s what I thought, princess,” I said with a smile as I picked up a cup, filling it with warm bath water.
Then, with my free hand, I reached around and placed a finger under her chin, ushering her to tilt back. She followed my gesture like a good girl, and I poured warm water over her head. Repeating the gesture till I’d wet every inch of her beautiful obsidian hair. I picked up the bottle of shampoo from beside the tub and squirted some into my hand, beginning to massage and lather it into her scalp. The rich vanilla scentfilled the air, and I realized the moment she recognized it because she leaned forward and turned slightly, looking down at the floor to see the bottle.
“Coco & Eve? How did you know that was my favorite shampoo?” she asked, her voice almost suspicious. But not scared.
“Attention to detail. In every teasing photo you’d send me from your bathroom, I noticed the same bottles were always in the shower.”
As I rinsed out her hair, I became captivated by the suds running down her delicate neck, over her collarbone, and meeting the water right at the start of her breasts. My cock, lacking any control, hardened instantly but I didn’t obey it and wouldn’t give in to my own lust. Not yet. Tonight was about pleasing my girl. Lord knew she’d been far over due for a man’s touch.
Once the shampoo was rinsed out, I began working the conditioner down her hair.
“James, this is so nice. I didn’t expect this. Where did you learn to wash hair?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle softly as my fingers moved to the back of her neck. “Washing out the horses’ manes and tails on the ranch,” I replied truthfully, and the laugh that came from her was the most contagious thing I’d ever heard, and then I was laughing with her.
“Well, I hope I have nicer hair than a horse.”
“I reckon just about,” I teased her back.
Before she had the chance to respond, though, I pressed firmly into the sides of her neck with the thumb and trigger finger of my left hand while my right squeezed her shoulder. Her already-fading laughter cut off with a gasp and a moan.
“Fuck…” was all she managed to let out as I pressed harder, intent on working out every inch of this woman’s tension. When I felt one shoulder was loosened enough, I switched to the other side while continuing on her neck.
She was leaning back into my hand, arching her spine and rolling her shoulders like she was guiding me to her worst spots. Her breathing was getting heavier, her moans a mix of pain and pleasure, and it was driving me mad.
Continuing to massage with one hand, I leaned forward, reaching the other down into the water and slowly moving it along her large, full breasts. Taking one nipple between my fingers, I pinched and twisted it, enjoying the light gasp of pleasure that escaped her. I then slowly reached across her chest and did the same to her other nipple before gliding my hand farther down her body. From what she’d told me, it had been years since she’d been willingly touched, even longer since a man had touched her right. She was going to learn that only I was capable of touching her properly.
