Page 106 of Breaking Conviction
The heat of his gaze sent warmth to her center. She desperately wanted to pounce on him and show him with her body how she felt about him, but she also wanted to drag it out just a little longer.
He grabbed her hand before breaking eye contact as they both stepped into the hot water. Wes hissed while she moaned. Damn, it feltdivine.
“How are women able to bathe in scalding hot water?” Wes asked before settling slowly into the big tub. It would be a tight fit together, but there was definitely room.
She giggled and lifted a shoulder. “Because our pain tolerance is much higher than y’all’s, obviously.” She positioned herself to sit on the opposite side of the tub, but Wes tugged her hand.
“Come here.”
He already lay with his back against the tub and his legs spread. With a gentle twist, he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her flush to his chest. His thick cock grew impossibly longer underneath her butt as she settled in, making her core throb in response.
She soaked in the warm water and sighed before closing her eyes. “Mmm, this is nice.”
He grunted his assent before reaching for the shampoo.
“Can I?” he asked, and Naomi turned to see heated anticipation written all over his face.
“Oh, um, sure. It won’t hurt your hand?”
She nodded toward his injury, but he shook his head.
“It hardly even hurts anymore. Especially not when I’ve got something much better to think about.”
“The prescription-strength ibuprofen helps, I bet. I know it’s making me feel better right now.”
“I’m glad you’re not in pain anymore.” The whispered phrase was heavy with meaning, but his kiss against her head was light. He twirled his finger, indicating she go for a quick dunk under the water to get her hair wet. When she rose back up, his hands were already massaging the shampoo onto her scalp.
“Good God, this is amazing.”
He stilled his motions and his cock jumped behind her butt before he cleared his throat and continued his ministrations. “I’ve been wanting to spoil you like this for a long time. I’m glad the fantasy is living up to reality.”
She laughed and soaked in the feeling of his fingers through her wet strands before she dunked again to rinse. When she raised back up, she looked to the side but couldn’t find any conditioner. Only shampoo would have to do. Instead, she reached for the loofah on the side of the tub, but Wes got to it before she did.
“No, let me.” His hushed whisper was cool against her skin compared to the steamy water, and she shivered despite the heat. She helped him pour body wash onto the loofah and he gently began to wash her with his uninjured hand. He started with her shoulder, but the soothing effect was immediate.
“Oh, god, Wes. This feels like heaven.”
He chuckled against her ear before kissing the shell. “With what I have in mind, Heaven’s just the beginning.”
Her pussy clenched at the emptiness and she nearly turned around to say screw it, or screw him, really, but he held firm to her shoulder, keeping her in place.
“Nah-ah-ah, let me do this for you. I want us to savor each other this time.”
He tapped her thigh and she lifted it out of the water for him to reach her legs. As he dragged the loofah across her skin, she closed her eyes, totally trusting him to take care of her. Soon, the loofah disappeared and she felt his fingers venture between her legs.
“Open for me, love.”
She spread them and let his fingers explore her pussy. He pulled her closer with the arm banded around her and teased her entrance with his fingers. She could tell she was already slick with her desire.
“Fuck, you need this as bad as I do, don’t you?”
She sucked in a sharp breath as his long finger entered her and his palm ground against her clit. She shuddered with a moan and lay back hard against his chest as he curled his finger to reach her G-spot.
“God, Wes,yes.”
Having Wes behind her and his arm reaching around her, not only was she insanely turned on, she also reveled in how protected she felt in his embrace.
He pumped once before adding another finger and she writhed against him, working the slick skin of her ass over his cock, making him moan, too. After a few strokes of his fingers over her G-spot, he developed a rhythm. His lips danced over her neck, below her ear, until his injured hand left her waist to turn her head and kiss her. The angle should’ve been awkward, but the stretch added to the tension building in her center. He kissed her with the same passion as he did with everything, laying claim to her lips like no one else ever had. It was heady having all that intense focus all on her.
