Page 114 of Take My Name
“Sit in front of me, Maze,” he says, breaking the kiss, and I realize how stretched his neck is trying to reach me.
There’s no easy way to maneuver around him without putting my whole crotch in his face, so I step out of the tubbefore climbing in again. He slides back, giving me more room to sit across from him.
“That’s…new.” His gaze lowers below the water.
My cheeks heat. “Saw that, did ya?”
He grabs my waist, sliding me closer until my legs are on top of his. My calves slide around his waist, pressing his erection between our bodies.
“Careful,” I say, gripping the edge of the tub so I don’t put any pressure on his chest. Thank goodness there’s enough room for us or it’d be awkward and uncomfortable. Being able to both fit was the reason I wanted a deep tub in the first place.
“I’m fine, Maze.” His palms lower to my ass, pulling me tighter against him. “Can I touch it?”
“The piercin’?”
“Mhm. I wanna see your reaction.”
I swallow hard and nod, but I already know it’s going to be my undoing. We’ve always been explosive in the bedroom and as much as I want to relive those moments with him, I’m nervous it won’t live up to the expectations he’s built up in his head all these years we’ve been apart.
But when his finger slides between my thighs and brushes over my clit, all those fears fade away. Our chemistry and feelings toward each other are what made it so good between us in the first place.
Once I realized those feelings still existed and I stopped fighting it, that same spark returned.
“What made you do this?” he asks in a deep, raspy voice that has me clenching my pussy.
The pad of his thumb rubs over it, stealing a gasp from me when he does it again.
“Bachelorette party gone wrong,” I admit, breathing faster. “We all got somethin’ pierced. I contemplated gettin’ my nipples done, but those take a long time to heal.”
“Mmm…” He groans, his lips hovering over my ear. “You made a good choice. This is like a built-in teammate to help you come even harder.”
My hips involuntarily arch into his hand, seeking his touch. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, needing more.
“Put your fingers inside me,” I beg, burying my face in his neck.
“Patience, my love.”
My heart rate spikes at the term of endearment he used when we were younger and I’d forgotten how much it turned me on.
“I thought you were a good boy who gave me whatever I wanted…” I taunt, hoping he’ll cave and finger fuck me the way I need.
“I will…if you beg for it.”
Pulling back, I meet his burning gaze and he smirks like a cocky asshole.
Fine, if that’s what it’s going to take, I’ll do it.
“Warren,please,” I say almost breathlessly. “Make me come.”
“That’s my good girl.” His cock jerks between us. “You have no idea what those words do to me.”
He circles my clit a few more times before pressing into my opening with two fingers. I lift slightly to give him more room and then slide down on them.
I let out a heavy sigh of relief.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight.” He captures my mouth, sinking his tongue between my lips and breathing in my moans. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby.”
And I do.
