Page 67 of Cuffed By Your Love
“Come here,” I whispered, reaching out.
She leaned over, and I pulled her into a slow kiss, wet and open-mouthed, without pressure. It was just about being present. Her hands cradled my face while mine gripped her waist. We weren’t rushing; we were remembering.
She stepped back to remove her clothes.
I was already floating somewhere between stillness and supplication, water hugging my body like it knew I needed rest, when she slid in behind me, soft and slow, like the answer to a prayer I didn’t even speak out loud.
I didn’t look at first. I just felt it. The way the temperature shifted. The soft ripple her thighs made as they broke thesurface. The floral, faintly citrus scent of her skin danced with the vanilla oil she’d just rubbed into mine.
She didn’t rush.
Jonay settled behind me with a quiet exhale, her knees bending to straddle my waist beneath the water, her breasts pressing softly to my back, her arms wrapping around my chest like a silk robe tied just right. Her breath brushed the nape of my neck, and her hands moved slowly, fingers gliding across the slick sheen of my skin.
“I got you, baby… Relax,” she whispered, lips grazing my shoulder.
I closed my eyes.
Her hands moved with a rhythm, no hurry or pressure, just gliding over my body like she was reacquainting herself with a man she’d already claimed. She reached for the soft cloth on the tray, dipped it in the water again, and brought it to my chest.
“You don’t always have to be hard to be strong, Elias,” she murmured.
She ran the cloth over me as if she were bathing away every burden I had carried for far too long. My throat tightened. This wasn’t just a bath; it was a ritual, a declaration.
Her lips found my shoulder again, then moved to the back of my neck, and finally to just below my ear. Each kiss was softer than the last, each one whispering, “Stay.”
She slid her hand between my chest and the water, warm fingers finding their place over my heart like they’d been searching for it all along.
“You do so much for me, baby,” she murmured, her voice low, almost shy. “For EJ. For my peace. You think I don’t notice, but I do.”
The steam curled around us as she pressed her palm deeper, like she could send her gratitude straight into me through skin.
“This right here,” she continued, rubbing slow circles over my chest, “isn’t just a bath. This is me taking care of you… ’cause you take care of everybody else without even thinking twice.”
I covered her hand with mine, holding it in place. Her eyes stayed locked on me, soft, steady, and sure.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “And I need you to know how much I appreciate you,not just for what you do, but for who you are.”
I turned slowly, water lapping against the sides of the tub as I shifted to face her. Her eyes held steady, wide and full of emotion, no fear, no hesitation. She was already mine, even before the words had names.
I cupped her face with both hands, slid my thumbs along her cheeks, then kissed her like I had time. Because I did. I kissed her like her mouth was the place peace went to hide when the world got too loud.
Her arms circled my neck as she climbed into my lap fully, thighs wrapping around me beneath the surface. The water sloshed, rising up the edges of the tub, but neither of us cared. Her chest pressed to mine, skin hot and slick, her heartbeat fluttering like it was trying to sync with mine.
“Is this okay?” I asked, brushing her locs back, tucking one damp curl behind her ear.
She nodded, breath trembling. “I need you.”
I kissed her again, this time deeper and slower. Her tongue met mine softly at first, then with a growing hunger. As her hips rolled, we both felt it: the heat, the ache, and the connection that thrummed deeper than nerves, reaching straight into our spirits.
When I entered her, it was quiet. No gasp. No rush. Just an inhale, slow and sacred, as if we had been waiting to meet in this moment our entire lives.
Her forehead pressed against mine. Her hands cradled my cheeks. Her body enveloped mine like warmth made flesh. Thewater rocked with us, lazy ripples echoing every slow grind, every deep stroke, every soft moan that slipped past her lips and into my mouth.
She moved like she wasn’t in a rush to cum, like she just wanted tofeel.
My hands gripped her hips, thumbs tracing the soft dip of her back. I kissed down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Everywhere my mouth touched, she sighed like her whole body was exhaling its history.
“I’ve never…” she started, breath hitching.
