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His gaze softens and a thousand unspoken things are left unsaid between us.

“All of me wants you,” he insists, and that’s good enough for me.

He climbs into the tub first and then lifts me in with my back resting against his chest, the hot water instantly relaxing me as I melt against him.

“I know why you invited me to come in with you,” Gavin murmurs in my ear.

“Because I love your naked body?”

He chuckles and tilts his hips as though I could forget about his hard cock. The soft groan that escapes from the friction of his erection against my back is the hottest thing.

“There’s that part,” he agrees. “But I’m pretty sure this was also part of it.”

Instead of explaining with words, his hands slide down the front of my body, one staying at my breasts and the other dipping between my legs. His mouth finds my neck, his teeth grazing me while he sucks and licks my sensitive skin.

I spread my legs as far as possible, resting my thighs on top of his to give him full access, and he chuckles again.

“See? I knew it.”

“I can’t help if it’s magic when you touch me.”

His fingers find my clit without fumbling and he massages slow circles around it. His other hand rotates between my breasts, kneading them as his thumb and index finger stroke and roll my nipples.

“Gavin,” I gasp, my body wiggling uncontrollably on top of him.

He’s always been invested in my pleasure, even when we were horny teenagers who didn’t have a clue.

Our first time having sex, he told me that he wouldn’t be able to last long once he got inside me. He was determined to make me come three times beforehand to make up for it and to relax my body so sex wouldn’t hurt me.

He exceeded his goal.

The man is a damn orgasm factory.

And now he has a storm brewing in my core well before it’s possible to be happening.

“Gavin,” I whimper, as I grind against his hand.

“I’m hard as fuck,” he groans. “Love how you say my name, babe. Love how you react to me touching your sexy body.”

I remember when he used to loveme, but I need to take my own advice and stay firmly planted in this moment. The past is behind us for a reason.

It’s an awkward motion, but I push up and slightly away from him so I can work a hand between us. The thought of him aching with no relief spurs me on, and I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him as best as I can from this position.

“Let me help,” I breathe.

“Mmm, good girl,” he says, nibbling my ear.

“I never knew that I had a praise kink until I heard you say those words,” I gasp. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

His chuckle is mostly a groan as he twists his wrist and stacks two fingers before sliding them inside me. His thumb still tirelessly circles my clit while his fingers scissor inside me and find all the spots that make me achy and needy.

It’s impossible to think. I can’t even breathe. But I want to give this man pleasure and so I keep moving my hand, my strokes frantic and erratic.

“Play with the head, babe,” Gavin says, his teeth grazing my neck.

He’s going to leave marks, and everyone will know that it was him staking a claim. He accepts me when no one else does, and maybe we’re slowly moving along a path toward real forgiveness.

“Yes, sir,” I moan, stroking the head of his cock between two fingers while he effortlessly strums my body and brings me right to the brink of orgasm.