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And then she licks her lips, and my fucking hand starts to shake in anticipation.
I get my zipper down, and my pants and boxers drop to the ground in record time. Thank fuck I had the foresight to ditch my shoes and socks before I came in here to prep the bath.
“Jesus, Zara. The way you’re looking at me…”
“Sorry. I just forgot how…big you were.”
She’s killing me here. I step into the tub behind her. One of the many perks of this suite is the enormous tub. Being as tall as I am, I wouldn’t be able to join her otherwise. I slide into the water, careful not to let any spill over the edge. It’s the perfect temperature, and as I anchor one leg on either side of her, I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “What did I say about apologizing?”
“To stop?”
I slide a hand along the wet skin of her waist under the water and pull her until her body is flush against mine. It’s a combination of bliss and pure fucking torture as her perfect little ass wedges itself against my rock-hard dick. Her breath hitches. “For things you aren’t responsible for? Absolutely. And besides, did I say I didn’t like the way you were looking at me?”
“No.”
“No. In fact, I think you can feel just how much I liked it.” I grind my hips, and she groans. “I really want to make you come.” My voice sounds hoarse as I scatter a few kisses along her neck and shoulders. I know we’ve been in the water for exactly four seconds, but I’m dying to touch her. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop since that night of the engagement party. “Will you let me?”
“Are you seriously begging me to let you get me off? Shouldn’t I be doing that?”
“I’m not begging…yet. But I will if you want me to.” I reach back and grab her little purple wand. “And trust me, this will be just as much fun for me as it is for you. Also, I didn’t take you for the vibrator-in-my-luggage type of girl.”
She looks back, and her cheeks turn pink. “I’m not. My sister bought it for me. A divorce present, I guess you could call it.”
“And have you used it yet?”
She presses her lips together and nods.
I lower the toy under the water and drag it down the side of her body. She shudders. It’s not even on yet, and she’s already so responsive. “And who do you think of when you touch yourself with it, Zara?”
“You,” she whispers.
“That’s fucking right, you do.” I slide it over her stomach, circling her hip, pulling her a bit higher so she’s basically sitting in my lap. “Do you fuck yourself with it?”
Her head falls back on my shoulder as I make my way between the apex of her thighs. She groans impatiently as I hold off getting to the final destination, waiting for her answer.
“Yes.”
With it still off, I lightly brush the head of the vibrator against her clit. She arches her back, and I feel my cock rub between the cheeks of her ass. Fuck.
I resist the urge to buck my hips. If I do, this will all be over a lot sooner than I have planned.
“Is that what you want me to do, Zara? Do you want me to fuck you with this vibrator?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
I cup her chin with my free hand and kiss her deeply, grinning against her mouth as she lets out another gasp of pleasure as I finally flip the vibrator on and rub slow, tight circles around her clit. Next time, it will be my tongue doing this because the taste of her has been haunting me for weeks, and I can’t wait to have another taste.
I rarely do oral. It’s not that I’m a selfish lover. It’s the fact that STDs are a real thing, and I’ve never wanted to put mymouth anywhere near someone I’ve only known for a handful of hours.
But that night with Zara was different.
Even though I hadn’t seen her in years, I didn’t want to fuck her like a stranger.
I wanted to fuck her like she was mine.
“When you were touching yourself, what were you imagining me doing to you?” I ask, kicking the vibrator up a notch and using it to tease her tight pussy.
“You were doing that,” she says with a shaky voice, and I know her well enough to know that little shake is partially due to lust, but also a little bit of nerves too. From that first night we were together, when I caught her panicking in the kitchen, I realized that talking about sex is hard for her, especially when it comes to what she wants. It’s an odd contradiction to how she conducts herself in her daily life, and it ignites a rage deep inside me, especially now that I know the reason why.
