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Oh my fucking god, I’m going to pass out.
She just watched my eyes follow her milk dripping all the way to her mound, finally collecting in the triangle of hair there.
And what do I do?
Lick my fucking lips like a feral cat desperate for a bowl. This will apparently be a regular thing when it comes to her.
“I’m sorry, they’re super full.” Tatum pauses, kneading them together slightly. “Do you mind?” she questions me with hands full of luscious leaking tits. Holding them like that will prevent them from leaking any further.
Do I mind?!
I’d empty them with my mouth if she’d let me.
Okay… that’s a new desire.
Instead of letting those words spill out, I say, “No, not at all! I know you can’t help it.”
She relaxes a bit, and then she’s climbing into the tub a hundred times more gracefully than I did. I watch as she straddles the ledge, and then sinks into the water in front of me before I can say another word.
Yep, there goes my heart rate again.
Her raspy, relaxed voice breaks me out of my spiral. “The warm water will cause them to leak even more.” She pauses before adding nervously, “Plus, the alcohol. There was no way they weren’t going to be spraying everywhere…” I turn my head to look at her, and I catch her almost seeming bashful.
No, I won’t stand for that.
“I don’t mind, truly. It’s natural—beautiful even.” It’s my turn to give the panty-soaking smile, one that probably screams,Yeah, I’m fucked up from the wine,but she gives me one right back.
She lets her head fall onto the ledge, and I do the same for a couple of minutes. Silence blanketsus within the tub before I hear the sloshing of water and crack my eyes open. It’s Tatum finishing off her glass of wine. I pick mine up and follow suit.
EIGHT
WARM & WET
TATUM
When I woke up this morning, if you had told me that I would be fully naked, clenching my pussy in the bathtub with my new employee, I would’ve called you a damn liar. Nonetheless, this is the reality I’m currently in. With knees nearly tucked to my chest, this tub suddenly feels too big. Options are rolling through my mind in an attempt to find a way to get closer to her. Every movement that either of us makes sends a wave rippling through the water, and every few seconds, I get a peek of her pebbling pink nipples through the bubbles.
Wineglasses empty once again, the perfect excuse claws its way to the forefront of my mind.Rising onto my knees, I copy Lylah’s previous movements, shuffling across the sudsy tub, my breasts swaying with every movement. I don’t look at her yet, but fuck, I hope she sees it. My wet body leans over the side of the tub, stretching impossibly to reach the slowly warming bottle of wine. The condensation drips down the side of the glass, and with all the heat in the room, I’m tempted to run my tongue up the side for dramatic effect.
Bottle in hand and much closer to the beautiful girl in my presence, I shuffle a few inches closer.
“Another?” I ask, looking down at her. Few strands of hair cling to the damp skin on her face. It’s impossible the way I’m thinking of her now.
She doesn’t speak; she nods. I get it. Every word feels stuck in my throat, too. Even after so many years, more partners than I care to admit, this girl makes me nervous.
I lower my body back into the water, the warmth sending a shiver across my cooled upper half. We’re close enough that my knee rubs against her leg, and fuck…
Fuck.
It does everything to me. Her skin is so soft under the water, slicked with the soapy bubbles.
I see the moment she feels it, too, the needsettling into her features. We’re both straddling a very fine line, though I’d like to be straddling any part of her instead.
Lylah’s hand shakes where she holds the glass extended to me. Taking the glass, I set it on the edge of the tub.
“Open,” I breathe out. She does so in a perfectly obedient manner. Her plump lips part and expose the soft pad of her tongue.
The opening of the bottle hovers above hers while I tip it far enough that cool red liquid pools in her mouth. She swallows once, then again, then again, all while I watch her throat move and work the wine down. Her eyes connect with mine, and through my hooded lids, I see all her wants, knowing I mirror her desire.
