Page 150 of Come Back To Me

He pulls away, undressing at the speed of light, freeing his rock hard erection. Lifting one leg, he places his foot in the tub. “Fucking hell!” He immediately turns on the cold tap. “That can’t be good for the baby. A bath this hot will smoke her out.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Don’t be such a drama queen.”

Dean splashes me with cold water, making me shriek. He smirks mischievously, a playfully wicked grin dragging his cheek higher as he looks at the bucket of ice on the side. “Lie back,” he tells me.

I move as carefully and seductively as I can.

He turns off the tap, then reaches for the bucket, discarding the bottle of water before he grabs some ice.

I look at him. Heat and flames dance in his eyes.

The tub’s big enough for both of us to lie down, but heclimbs over me, hovering his hand above my chest. His eyes flick to my nipple as he lowers the ice to my skin, slowly skating around the swollen bud.

I bite my lip. The nip of the ice leaves a pinching sensation against my warm skin.

Dean traces the cube over my other breast. I arch my back as he begins a trail to my mouth, the cold bringing me out in goosebumps. When he slides it over my lips, moving slowly, tiny droplets fall down my chin. I let my tongue catch them before he lifts his hand allowing the droplets to drip freely.

Our eyes never break contact as he starts swaying his hand, dropping the water, purposely missing my mouth. Then his mouth’s on mine, his hand slipping to cup my jaw. He holds me still, our warm lips tangling together with the cold. They dance as he licks, sucking me into him, devouring me.

When his hand lowers to between my legs, my back arches, my legs spread wide, my hips begin to rock.

He consumes me. He’s steady, taking his time with my body as his fingers gently fuck me. I moan as Dean holds himself up with one hand before he scoops me, turning and rolling so that he’s submerged under the water.

I sit between his legs, my back flush with his front. “Open for me.” Dean kisses my neck as I part my legs, holding my bump as I move. He hooks his legs under my knees, pinning them wide against the sides of the bath. I’m at his mercy. He’s in control.

Leisurely, he begins gliding his hand down my front. He doesn’t stop until the very tips of his fingers are brushing my clit, and I’m squirming against him for more.

“Dean,” I moan, turning my head up to him.

He cups my neck with his other hand, holding it back as his tongue pushes past my lips.

I reach up, gripping his hair, pulling myself closer to him. Needing his cock inside me. Moaning against him, he startscircling his fingers, and my mouth opens wide. It’s instant. The rush of heat, the pull in my stomach. “Please,” I beg.

“Please, what?” He kisses me again, his hold on my neck tightening as I start rolling my hips in time with the strokes of his fingers.

“VP. Please, fuck me, right now.”

He smiles against me. “I want us to watch.”

Turning my head, both my arms go behind his neck. My head rolls into his shoulder, and he holds me there, momentarily stopping his fingers as he grabs his cock, placing it at my entrance. “Are you ready?” he groans in a deep voice against my ear.

“Yes,” I reply, my breath all hot and wild as I look at us in the reflection of the mirror.

His hips push up, and we watch, seeing the moment he fills me.

A rush of heat rises from my toes, all the way to the base of my neck. I moan loudly, my lips parting. I can’t look away from what we’re doing. It’s so hot.

We watch as his cock moves back and forth, slipping in and out of my pussy. I grip his neck, pulling him closer as his hands push my hips down onto him. “My girl. Look how good you take me.”

His words put me in a spin. “VP.” My back curls, and he begins circling his fingers on my clit. Swiping. Swirling. Flicking. Pinching. Every touch, every bit of movement has my mouth opening wider, my hips trying to rock for more friction. More filling. Deeper. “Harder.”

Dean’s hand tightens around my throat. “Are you close, babe?”

“Yes,” I breathe lustfully.

His teeth nip my neck then kiss the area. “Good,” he rumbles. His hips thrust faster. His fingers move with moredetermination. Every inch of me is being controlled by him, taking everything he has to give. He pounds on, hammering me towards my release.

I feel so full. So complete. So completely his. Our groans mixed with the sounds of the water slapping the side of the bath, light up fireworks in my head. Colours jump and sparks ignite before me. I cry out, digging my fingers into his neck, pulling his hair as I come, letting go. Warmness then consumes me. My eyes close and my muscles relax, leaving me limp.

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