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I force myself away, back to my side of the tub, drawing a long pull of liquid from the glass and trying to settle myself.
Once I set the bottle off to the side, my hands find their way beneath the water, desperately rubbing and massaging my thighs as discreetly as I can in such close proximity. I watch as hers do the same before her knees fall away from each other. My whole body stills until I see the sharp intake of breath and the jerk of her legs.
No. Fucking. Way.
The sound that leaves her lips next sets me on fire. She gasps, her mouth parted in a stunning ‘O’ shape, and I know she’s doing exactly what I thought she was doing. Her eyes don’t leave mine when I see her shoulder movements speed up ever-so-slightly. I’m stuck, watching, observing,absorbingher movements, the breathy sounds she’s making while she plays with herself beneath the water we’re sharing.
It’s so fucking erotic, knowing that not only is the tub filled with my milk, but now, her arousal too.
I don’t shy away from her attention focused on me when I allow my hand to find my center. Even through the water, the onslaught of my fluids is there, so slick as I push my finger through my folds and over my clit. The sensation is so damn good, so heavenly, that it takes every bit of self-control to keep my eyes open. I don’t want to miss even a millisecond of the show she’s offering up for me.
No words pass between us, nothing but gasping breaths and ripples moving faster atop the water. The bubbles are disappearing, and I can nearly see her body through the water. My core clenchesaround nothing, causing me to whimper. She moans in response, throwing her head back.
“Fuck,” I pant, my fingers moving faster in the water, ferociously rubbing against my tight bundle of nerves with nothing in my sights besides her exposed throat. I imagine it beneath my lips, my teeth, biting and sucking the skin where her blood pulses just beneath the surface.
She whines, focusing back on me and drawing her already swelling bottom lip and the damn lip ring between her teeth once more.
“What do you need?” I prod her, wanting her to say something, anything that involves asking me to touch her, but she doesn’t.
“More,” Lylah moans, her eyebrows pinching together while she continues to rub her pussy. One hand pumps a finger or two into herself while the other rubs her clit back and forth. The sight, while distorted, almost causes pain in my stomach from how badly my own body needs relief.
“I have just the idea,” I tell her, rising out of the water again to kick the recirculating jets back on. Bubbles tear across the calm water, forcing water pressure against my legs, which honestly feels nice after a hard run earlier today.
“Come here,” I whisper, reaching my hand out to her. She scoots until we’re chest to chest, nipples teasing each other’s as our bodies slide together. She looks down and watches the movement. I don’t blame her. It’s a delicious sight. When she looks at me again, I have no choice but to force her to spin, pulling her back against me. If I don’t get her eyes off mine now, I’ll lose it—myself—to her.
My arms snake around her body, one hand holding the top of her chest right below the base of her throat, the other supporting the soft spot of her lower stomach while we sink back into the water.
“You need more?”
“Mmhm.” She nods feverishly against me. We lean until I feel the jet hitting my hand on her lower stomach, then I shift us just a little more. Her body jerks in my hold, and I know the jet has found her core. My right hand sinks lower, feeling the pressure of the jet while I slide two fingers against her pussy, opening her cunt to the pressure. Her head hits my collarbone hard, and the most beautifully sensual moan echoes against every wall.
I let my other hand wander, grasping at handfuls of her breasts, rubbing and kneading her tight nipple between my fingers.
“Is this what you needed, Lylah?” I whisper into her hair.
“Fuck, yes,” she cries for me, so fucking beautifully.
NINE
JETS
LYLAH
Does my boss have me in her arms, my back pressed against her front, with my pussy spread apart in her bathtub?
Yes, she does.
Am I complaining in the slightest?
Nope, not when she has my clit pressed up against this jet, causing my eyes to cross. “Move this pretty cunt to where it needs to be.”
“I need more,” I beg, without feeling an ounce of remorse. I’m empty, and I’ll beg until I don’t have any air left in me to speak another word. “Please, your fin?—”
Before I blink, she has one ofmy legs thrown up on the ledge of the tub. She’s shifted to the side of me but is still somehow holding my back up with her leg. Her hand, which was playing with my nipple, wraps around the bottom of my leg. I feel her skim the curve of my ass, and then she’s there, where I need her the most.
Without warning, or any more begging required, she presses into my entrance, but not enough. She’s teasing me, and from the look on her face, she knows exactly what she’s doing. She separates her two fingers, rubbing just outside of my hole, spreading open my entrance that’s already so sensitive. I can only imagine how good she’s going to feel once she’s inside of me. A needy whimper escapes my chest, and meeting her gaze while being this close to her feels more erotic than her hands being on my cunt.
“That was a needy whimper, Bubbles,” she growls so close to my ear, causing a shiver to run down my back. With the heat of the water, the steamy air, and the sweat slicking the skin that’s above the water, you would think shivers wouldn’t be wracking my body, yet they are.
