Page 82 of Who's Loving You

“I mean, if you want to join me I won’t object.” I wink at her as she gets her feet and begins tugging at her shirt that is suctioned to her body.

I watch as she struggles to free herself from the thing that seems to have the strength of finger cuffs. Sheangrily throws it on the tiled floor and does the same to her leggings, tugging and fighting to rid herself of them. She kicks off her panties and fuck if that isn’t the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

Her feet step gingerly into the water, one of her legs either side of mine, so that she straddles me. I stare up at her, her glistening pussy right in my face, and I’m able to take one long swipe with my tongue before she comes to rest on me.

“Am I hurting you?” Her voice whispers, raspy and trying to hide the fact that she knows this will be more than just a fun bath.

“You could never hurt me. You’re perfect.”

I’ve never done something so intimate as bathing with a woman. I’ve had group showers with ladies and skinny dipping on hot summer nights. But sitting in a tub with the woman I’m falling for resting against me is a definite first.

My hand moves to the back of her head and I bring her forth to kiss me, responding desperately. Like she’s diving underwater and I’m the breath she needs to survive. I recognize the feeling because to me, she is the glass of water when I’m dying of thirst.

She rests her hands on my shoulders as our chests press tightly together, our slick wet skin making every sense heightened. I move my hands to her ass and she pulls back to look at me. I could stare all day and night at her. I’m mesmerized by her blinding beauty that is almost too much.

“I could stay like this forever,” I whisper.

“Oh yeah? In this tub when the water turns cold and your skin prunes?” Her voice jokes but she doesn’t understand the true message.

I push her damp hair behind her ears and correct her. “No. In your arms.”

Her jovial smile is no more and I worry that I’ve pushed her too far. She may be shedding that cold armor she’s worn for so long, but she remains skittish.

But the answer I receive is the last that I would expect. “I never thought I’d say this, especially to you, but I would be happy to grow cold and wrinkled sitting with you right here.”

Forever. Her mouth doesn’t speak the words, but her eyes tell me everything.

My hand slides off her ass and around to her smooth pussy. I play between her lips and roll her clit. When her head drops back, I know I’ve struck the right chord. She circles her hips, rubbing up and down, back and forth, around and around against my dick.

I feel the pinch of her fingers playing with the bar that goes through my nipple. Her mouth attacks mine and I spread her tight pussy lips apart, giving me more access to insert my fingers.

“Aah,” she moans, reaching beneath the water, and fisting my cock as she pulls away from the grasp of my fingers.

Her body hovers just above me, tempting my dick between her seam. With the palm of my hand, I rub her clit and she teases no more. Her pussy swallows me whole, sliding down and watching the way my eyes reach euphoria.

My hand grips her luscious hips and moves with her cadence as she rolls them, starting slowly before she obliterates my senses. The water ripples with small waves and the sound echoes in the large bathroom. Large windows sit on the wall beside the tub and the vast skywith its twinkling lights has nothing on the beauty in my arms.

I flick her hardened nipple then sink my teeth into it. The overload of her senses has her dropping her head back and breathing that wonderfully breathy mewl. It’s sensual and sexier than any pornstar moan that so many other women think men want to hear. I guess I can’t say too much about that because I relished in the groan and over amplified cries. It was a boost to my ego. But what I’m experiencing now feels like something bigger.

Valentina grows needy and she takes more, faster and with a greater purpose. I latch onto her neck, wanting so badly to leave behind the mark that reminds her she belongs to me, but also wanting the ability to have kids in the future.

“You feel like heaven, mi Reina.” She presses her forehead to mine, eyes closed and nails digging into my back.

“You take me there.”

The water begins to wade over the sides of the tub like a waterfall of lust and desire. Harder she goes and I feel myself nearing the pinnacle just as she does.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby. Your pussy is begging to scream.” I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her closer, helping me thrust harder.

Determination crosses her face and what happens next can only be explained as sweet hell.

She slides up and down on my throbbing cock, her tight pussy squeezing and milking me. My eyes slam shut and my balls tingle, feeling the precipice of my orgasm coming. Her speed intensifies then suddenly slows until she stops, my dick fully seated inside of her and aching to blow.

“What are yo–” She picks up again and I praise, but far too quickly as she tortures me some more.

Over and over, she teases me with the fast, slow and stop of her movements. It’s agony. If I was a prisoner, this would be the worst form of punishment. I struggle with taking over like I did last night. I tell myself to just let her control our destiny, but I can’t take it anymore. I’m not the man to let someone else take the wheel.

I suck up what I know is about to be painful and grab onto her with both hands. The move shocks her, jolting her to a stop. The tub water gets lower as our movements get harsher. My jaw grinds, my dick throbs, and a chill runs up my spine.