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He adjusts his position below me and my mouth falls open with a surprised gasp as he easily pushes into me. He drives his hips up, pushing deeper into me as my body tenses, gasps turning into moans that turn into screams as he fucks me so fucking good. The water is splashing all over the sides of the tub, but it doesn’t matter. Not a damn thing in the world matters right now, because Marcus Andersson is underneath me, inside me, his skin against my skin, and it’s absolutely everything.
His lips find my breast and he pulls my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it, teeth grazing just enough to make me yelp as electricity shoots through me. I squeeze my legs around him, his growl in my ear driving me closer and closer to a second climax.
I go to kiss him again, desperate for the taste of his mouth, but he shifts, one hand clamping around my hip, firm and possessive, as the other slides round to my backside. My breath catches – freezes – when I feel his finger trace a slow, deliberate circle around the tight ring of muscle there.
Heat rushes up my spine, my skin prickling as a low, startled sound escapes me.
“Has anyone touched you here?” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, his voice thick like smoke.
I shake my head, my heart thudding so loud it drowns out everything else. A nervous thrill coils in my belly, tightening with every breath.
“No,” I moan.
Then, his finger is there, pressing, unrelenting, and a gasp rips from my throat, the sound raw and sharp, as he pushes through. The stretch is sudden, unfamiliar. My whole body jerks, torn between instinct and want.
It’s unexpected… bold… intimate in a way that rattles me. And yet, somewhere beneath the sharp jolt of surprise, a deep ache blooms low in my stomach – curious, needy, dark with possibility.
But then – he’s gone.
With a quick move, he pushes me off, the sudden loss making me gasp, confused and breathless.
But in the next heartbeat, my eyes grow wide as I watch his hand grip his cock, his body jerking as the first pulse of release hits him.
A loud roar rips through him as he comes, his hips thrusting through the water, white streams spilling over his fist, landing in the water, with some landing across my breasts like a claim.
I watch with a satisfied smile as his body relaxes back into the water with a low groan. When his eyes open, I trace a finger in the warm sticky liquid dripping down my chest, bringing my finger to my mouth to taste him.
His eyes burn with an intensity so fierce that if I didn’t feel so safe with him, it might scare me.
A laugh rises from my throat as I slide down into the water to wash the rest of it off my chest. My centre presses against him and he groans.
We sit there, catching our breath as we look at each other in the post orgasmic haze. Splashes of water mix with beads of sweat on Marcus’s face and his expression is a mural of emotion – from his satisfied grin, his mouth hanging slightly open with heavy breaths as he regains his energy, and a sparkle in his eyes of excitement and desire, but also a softness I hadn’t noticed before. A softness that hints at something deeper than just physical desire.
“Thank you…for pulling out,” I say, genuinely grateful for the fact that he had some semblance of self-control in a moment where mine abandoned me.
A coy smile plays on his lips. “I don’t think an accidental pregnancy is what either of us wants.”
“I’ve always been really careful. It’s just… something about you… makes all rational thought disappear.”
He laughs. “Is that so?” He raises his brows, playful.
“Well, what are we going to do about that?” he asks, teasing.
Heat rises to my cheeks. I shrug, flustered.
“Would you consider going on the pill?” he asks ever so casually, as though the question didn’t just imply that he wants to keep doing this past this week!
“Yea, definitely,” I say. “I haven’t needed it, as I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and I don’t really do one-night stands, but… yea.” I smile. “I would.”
His foot brushes gently against my leg under the water. “Good.”
The bubbles have mostly dissolved now and the water suddenly starts to feel cooler. As if reading my mind, he reaches for the tap, turning on a trickle of hot water that swirls around my leg.
“Do you want to get out?” he asks.
I tilt my head. “Do you?”
I like being here – naked, warm, our limbs tangled beneath the soapy water.