Page 90 of Word to the Wise

Grabbing a cup from the ledge of the tub, I fill it with water and slowly rinse her hair out. I’m going to smell like her shampoo and body wash, and I don’t mind it one bit.

Once her hair is rinsed clean, she leans back against me. The sun shines through the window, and with the special UV coating, it’s muted. Bright without being blinding. Sunbeams without turning the house into a furnace.

Reed shifts between my legs, and her ass is slippery from the soapy water as she slides against my cock. She might be pretending she isn’t doing it on purpose, butwhen she does it again, I can’t help grabbing her thighs before I blow my load in the tub.

“Feel something you like?” Reed’s tone is laced with amusement.

“Yes.” I roam my palms over her thighs and peel them open. “All of you.”

“What do you think you’re doing, big guy?” Her breath hitches as my fingers drag inward.

I find her clit and circle until she loses her breath.

“You’re a smart girl, Reed. You know exactly what I’m doing.”

Her nails dig into my legs as I play with her. She wiggles against me and makes the prettiest sounds. A song she’s singing just for me, and I love every note.

Reed tries to sneak her hand back between us, But I pull her hips tighter against me, refusing her access to my cock.

“Let me make you come.” She moans as I use my other hand to drive inside her.

“You can do that later.”

“Why not now?”

“No more questions, Reed.” I hold her against me as her breath deepens. “Just enjoy your bath.”

Her nails bite into my skin as I pick up my pace on her clit.

The water splashes over her full breasts. It cascades between them, and I wish I could bite her perfect nipples. Instead, I settle for watching beads of water run over them.

She’s the most beautiful work of art I’ve ever seen. One of these days, I’m going to lay her out and paint her from every angle. Nothing will do her justice, but I’ll try over and over until I get her just right.

“Mason,” she moans.

Every time she’s about to come, she says my name, and I’m desperate to make the two synonymous. So every time her body craves pleasure, I’m the one she’s thinking about. I’d like to be more, but as she pointed out, I’m willing to let her use me if it means I get even the smallest shred of what she has to offer.

Driving my fingers deeper, she’s getting slick. Her body shivers and her pussy clenches down on my fingers. I’m so desperate to lift her up and seat her on my cock, but I hold back.

Some things should just be for her. Like this moment. She can close her eyes and think of me, or whatever dirty fantasy she was reading about. So long as I’m the one drawing the pleasure out of her, I don’t care.

Her body moves up and down ever so slightly in the water. She’s searching for friction. She’s desperate to come. I’m going to take her there.

I lift one hand up to pinch her nipple while the other works her center, and she shatters. Her lips part but no sound comes out as she convulses against me. Her body might as well be caving in on itself.

The center of gravity dragging me into her.

Reed shakes through every pulse of her climax, and I help her ride it as long as her body allows me.

I’ll help her get through this so long as her heart allows me.

So long as her mind doesn’t get smart and kick me out.

When the scream finally escapes her beautiful mouth, it’s delayed, and worth every bit of her holding it back. It pierces my heart because it’s like I’ve been waiting my entire life to hear it.

Like I’ve been waiting my entire life for her.

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