When I’m done washing and conditioning her hair, she collapses with her back against my chest and stretches her arms up around my neck. I drizzle body wash over her and skate my hands over every inch of her as her breath quickens. Leaning down, I lick and suck her shoulder as I caress her body. She’s slick and sudsy, and so goddamn beautiful.
Her nipples are beaded tight, her skin a flushed pink from the hot water and steam. I massage and pinch her nipples between my fingers, thrusting slowly against her body, which is a beautiful torture.
When I bite her neck, she sighs, sounding both delighted and in pain. “I’ll make it better, baby,” I whisper into her ear before I suck on her lobe.
Reaching around her trim waist, I pull her higher until she’s nestled on top of my thighs, and she stretches out over me. I grab her hips and slide her ass over my aching cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
I lick her skin, loving the breathy moan that escapes her as I squeeze her breasts. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, the sloshing water the soundtrack to the slide of our bodies.
“Brady,” she groans. “Touch me.”
“Put your legs up.” I spread her thighs wide. “Brace your feet on the ledge of the tub.” She leans back against me, and I tuck my knees between her legs to keep her pinned open.
She’s panting above me as I trail my hands over the soft curves of her hips and the slope of her thighs. She’s tortured, moaning because I haven’t eased her pain, but perhaps that’s only fair play as every part of me is throbbing too.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers as I tease her slick opening with a gentle touch.
Her head leans back, arching against my shoulder. I breathe into her skin and whisper things I’ve only ever said to this woman.
“Do you know how much I want you?” I slowly sink a finger into her wet heat. “Why can’t I get enough of you? Why do you feel so fucking good?”
Her hips roll, sliding the crease of her ass against my erection.
I grip her hair with my other hand and turn her to face me. She gasps but immediately fuses her mouth to mine as she writhes above me. I pump my finger in and out of her, circling her tight clit with my thumb, wishing I could fuck her bare.
Suddenly, a bath seems idiotic because I know condoms aren’t really effective in a hot bath, and even though she’s on the pill, we agreed to use both. So I resign myself to letting this be about her, to making her feel good.
But then she pulls her legs down and slides my dick between her thighs, squeezing me as she rolls her hips.
Jesus Christ.
She arches and twists toward me, and I swear, for as long as I live, I’ll never forget this sight. Her hungry hazel eyes. That pouty mouth. Her glistening skin.
Water sloshes over the side of the tub as we move against each other, our breaths hot on one another’s lips. My hands move to her breasts, which shimmer in the soapy water. I’m thinking this can’t get any better when she reaches between us to press my cock tighter against her swollen *.
“Katherine.” It’s all I can say before she sucks on my tongue, whimpering into my mouth as she glides against my cock.
And then she arches up and positions me at her entrance.
I still her hips. “Babe, we don’t have to—”
She kisses me, her eyes urgent with emotion as she whispers, “It’s okay. I want to do this with you.”
Her tongue darts out to lick across the seam of my lips, and my thread of control snaps.
I sink into her, all of my nerves straining to get closer to this woman. I squeeze her breasts as delirium washes over me.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt against her neck.
Swear to God, sex has never felt this good before.
Her hips jerk, and she lets out a moan that makes me swell harder inside her tight body. I take a deep breath and try to keep myself from going over the edge.
After a moment, I grip her hips and move her faster. “Touch yourself, baby.” I know she’s shy in this weird way, not about giving me pleasure, but about giving herself what she needs.
Her hand disappears under the water, and I feel her fingers between her legs, dipping low to stroke where we join.
I thrust harder.
“Brady,” she gasps.
“Let go, baby.”
My hand joins hers, and I rub her swollen clit in quick circles.
Her eyes squeeze shut as her whole body rocks against me. She thrashes, sending water everywhere when she comes, her sharp moans echoing in the small bathroom. And I follow right behind, spilling my release into her.
I’m sure we’re going to regret tonight’s fuckfest tomorrow when we have to get up at the crack of dawn, but once we broke the seal and went without a condom, we couldn’t get enough of each other.
I know it’s stupid, not using protection, because the last thing either of us needs is a pregnancy, and as much as I want to spend every night losing myself in her body, this can’t happen again. She and I already had the birth control talk. She’d gotten tested after she broke up with her ex, and I got tested a few months ago. I don’t think you can ever be too careful when you work with needles, so I make it a priority to make sure I’m safe.