“Okay, put me down now and I’ll get in,” I said as he took me into the bathroom. “Damon. Come on, don’t throw me in.” That’d hurt, right? The tub was full of water but it wasn’t made out of mattresses! I didn’t mind being thrown on a bed but this was something else entirely.
He swung me back and my head spun and I landed back on my feet. “Jesus, I feel dizzy now, you prick!”
Laughing, he gestured towards the bath. “But at least you don’t have to walk all that way from the bed to the bath.”
Narrowing my eyes, I stepped in and sat down. The hot water instantly soothed sore – thanks to Damon – parts of me, and I closed my eyes.
The water rose to the lip of the claw-foot tub as Damon got in the other end and barged his legs around mine. “Fuck, I love it when you’re all wet,” he hissed.
Is he a machine? I loved sex, especially with him, but I was achy and definitely not about to get back down to it.
“Well you can love it from afar. You’re not coming near me again until tonight.”
“Really?” He said, sliding his hand up the inside of my calf.
“Damon…”
“Nell…”
Cracking my eyes open so I could glare, I shook my head. “You don’t understand the soreness.”
“Yes, I do, I’m just not being a baby about it.”
I snorted. “Whatever, you’d still have sex if it was on fire.”
He laughed, tilting his head back. “I’ll give you that one. Though I am a little insulted you wouldn’t.”
“You’re insulted I wouldn’t have sex if I was on fire.”
“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be on fire.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Maybe we should have a quiet bath.”
“I’ve got something that’ll keep you quiet.”
“I wonder what that’d be,” I said sarcastically.
“I’ll let you do it. If you want, I’ll let you.”
“I think I’m good with all the sucking for today, but thanks.”
“You’re very good with the sucking but you know what would make you great? Practice.”
Little prick! Sitting up, I cursed him and splashed water over his smug face. “Fuck you, if I’m not ‘great’ enough why don’t you get someone else to suck it?”
His smile spread and his hands circled my wrists before I could splash again. “No one else is here.”
“That’s it! No more blowies!”
Pouting, he cocked his head to the side and looked far too cute. “Now that’s not very nice.”
“Neither were you. What would you do if I insulted your oral performance?”
“Please!” He barked and laughed. Okay so maybe I couldn’t be serious about that because the man had mad tongue skills but still, he was a twat.
“There’s always room for improvement, Damon.”
Frowning, he sat forwards. “Right, lift up your pelvis.”
Giggling as he tried to pull my hips upwards, I batted his hands and shook my head. “I don’t think so. You’re good. You know it. I know it. Let’s just leave it there.”
“Good. I’m good?”
Why do I even open my mouth?
“You’re amazing, incredible, the best, the king of making women come all over your mouth. There. Happy?”
He laid back. “Alright, you sound a bit bunny boiler complimentary.”
“What? What does that even mean?”
“You know, when a girl or a guy is embarrassingly cute about their better half.”
“Ah, yeah that does make me cringe. A girl at work is like that, ‘Tom is so amazing, Tom is so handsome, Tom is the best thing that ever happened to me, I love Tom so much’. Ugh, Tom needs to run for the pissing hills. Also, there is no way you found what I said embarrassing. You’re probably disappointed no one was around to hear it.”
“You know you’re probably the best kind of women.”
“Probably?” I raised my eyebrows. “I’m fucking ace and you know it.”
“You’ll do.”
There was nothing worth coming back with because we both knew we were probably the most sexually compatible people on the planet. Right now excluded because I kind of hurt and I wanted to have a lot more sex this weekend. I needed at least an hour to recover.
With Damon being quiet our bath was much more enjoyable, although I did love the banter and teasing.
“We need to meet Chloe and Logan in twenty minutes,” Damon said, stretching his arms out on the sides of the bath.
“No. I don’t ever want to get out,” I replied. Damon wet and naked and covered in snow-white bubbles was heaven.
He laughed. “I can’t believe I’m even in a bath.”
“Think you’ll be doing it again?”
“I know we’ll be doing it again.”
Sold!
I stretched my legs out; he took hold of my heel and started massaging the sole of my foot. Oh Jesus. That felt amazing. I heard myself moan and then the sharp intake of his breath.
“You’re not developing a foot fetish, are you?” I joked. Honestly I wouldn’t even care if it got me regular massages.
“No, I just like seeing you turned on.”
“Of course,” I muttered. “And that was a moan of appreciation not pleasure.”
“Hmm.” His hand travelled up the inside of my calf, rubbing with a gentle pressure that I felt everywhere. “Really, just appreciation?”