“That’s it,” he says against my lips. “Let it go. It’s gonna feel so good, just let me make you feel good. Fuck me, you’re gorgeous like this. I knew you would be.” His gruff, passion-laced voice sends a shiver throughout my body. But it’s his startling admission that sends me toppling over the edge. “I love you, Sofie,” he says, softer than a whisper. I don’t need anything more than that to make the sweetest orgasm roll through me.
I want to respond, but he pulls me up and into the bathroom where he immediately draws a bath, gentle steam transforming that bathroom into a dream world. Once the water fills the tub, he starts to tug at the button on his jeans. I let out an involuntary sound, imagining what it would feel like for that to be my hand instead of his. He slips the jeans down his hips then frees one leg and followed by the other. He tosses the jeans into the hamper, all the while, his eyes are on mine and I can’t seem to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth.
Then his fingers slide beneath the material of his black briefs, and I lose the ability to draw in air. But that’s okay, because as inch by perfect inch of his skin is revealed, I no longer care so much about breathing as I do about what’s underneath.
He slides the briefs down his legs, leaving them pooled at his feet. He steps out of them and toward me. I’d like to say that I could take my eyes off of his naked form, but I’d be lying. He is thick, and long, and incredibly, deliciously hard. My * tightens simply from looking at him. I can’t even fathom how good he’ll feel inside of me.
When Jack reaches me, he takes my elbow in his hand and guides me to the seat next to the jet tub that’s still filling up behind me. The sound of the rushing water echoes off of the tile walls, cocooning us in a room full of steam and the scent of lavender.
He kneels at my feet and I nearly groan at having him near me again. I’ve been reduced to a mass of nerves, of needs. His hands travel up the length of my legs, his short nails applying just enough pressure to make me tingle all over.
“You are even more beautiful than I remember,” he says.
He pulls me to my feet, and our bodies brush against each other. That single touch is enough to fan my desire to a fever pitch. He guides me into the tub and settles down first. The tub is huge, big enough that it will fit the both of us comfortably. He brings me down facing him and straddling his legs.
It’s pure torture having his hard length nestled up against me, but I follow his lead and relax against his chest in a tub full of bubbles. I feel him moving against me, but the water and the steam and having him this close to me—at last—has me more relaxed than I’ve ever been in my life.
Then I feel his slick hands against my back and I moan softly. He takes my hair and tucks it over one shoulder so that he can wash every inch of my back with his strong hands. The movement causes me to arch against him. Before I completely comprehend what I’m doing, I’m sliding against the length of his cock as he urges me forward with his hands rubbing back and forth over my spine.
Overwhelmed with the enormity of my feelings and not knowing how to process them, I lift up in order to catch his mouth, needing that connection more than anything. Each glide forward wrenches a low moan from me and I get to the point where I can’t stand the aching emptiness.
I break the kiss. “I want you,” I whisper against his mouth.
“I’m clean,” he says. “I get tested regularly for work.”
Suddenly shy, I look down. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” I tell him. Then, wanting to be honest, I say, “Ever, aside from…” I trail off.
His eyes widen and his hands clutch against my hips. I feel his dick jerk against me, and I look up at him in surprise.
“You want to get out and get back on the bed?” he says hoarsely.
“No,” I tell him, diving back in for another kiss. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”
He growls, then possesses my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside and wrenching my hips forward, making me gasp. His big hands grab my ass and lift me up on my knees. I reach down wanting to feel him, needing to feel him, and take him in my hands. He throws his head back, and I take that opportunity to taste and nip his neck.
With him underneath me, powerless and completely at my will, I feel more powerful than I ever have in my entire life. Enjoying the feeling, I stroke his length in my hand until his hips are lifting to meet me. The water splashes in rhythm against the sides of the tub until he covers my hand with his.
He uses the one clasped at my hip to move me forward until I’m hovering just above him. I relax down and gasp around the first delicious sting. I manage to take the thick, bulbous head of him before I lift up and then sit down, taking in his entire length. The first slide is dually painful and pleasurable.
“Ride me,” he says. “I want to watch you.”