Exactly where I wanted her.
When she saw the tub she’d grabbed a hairband off the counter, gathering her long strands into a messy knot on the top of her head. It left her neck completely exposed, and I took full advantage, nuzzling her damp skin, smelling the cinnamon and apples scent I’d discovered came from her favorite lotion, now neatly stowed on the bathroom counter.
I liked seeing her things there. I liked having her with me in the tub. I wasn’t much of a bath guy, but I could get used to this.
She was tense in my arms. Braced, I assumed, for me to make a move. I’d bungled this whole thing with Hope more than once, but I’d figured out Hope was fine once we got going. It was the getting started part that made her nervous. That was okay. Despite my showing earlier, I could be patient. I could.
I closed my hands over her shoulders and squeezed, her muscles like steel bands under my fingers. Pressing with my thumbs, I rubbed and she let out a moan that had my cock stiffening.
I said I could be patient, didn’t I? I could. I would.
“No wonder you have a headache. Is your neck as bad as your shoulders?” Hope didn’t answer. I didn’t need her to. I lifted a hand and found out for myself. It wasn’t as bad as her shoulders, it was worse. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
We’d worked through the normal dinner hour and it was late. Not quite bedtime, but close enough. Hope’s eyes drooped shut, her body easing as she relaxed into me. I worked her muscles with my thumbs and fingers until she was all loose limbs and stillness. She was so still I wondered if she was asleep.
“Hope?”
“Hmmm?”
“Are you tense anywhere else? Here?” Her back plastered to my front, I stroked my fingertips down her shoulders to cup her breasts, strumming her nipples with my thumbs. She squirmed in my lap, my cock flexing against the curve of her ass.
I touched her without urgency. Without demand. This wasn’t going anywhere. Not for me. We didn’t have an ending in sight, I just wanted to touch and tease. To give her a nice orgasm before she slipped into sleep.
Hope arched her back, letting out a low moan, pressing her breasts into my hands and rubbing against me. I dipped a hand between her thighs and stroked one finger inside, not surprised to find her already wet.
Tomorrow, I reminded myself. She’s sore. You can get back in there tomorrow. So fucking tight and wet, her hips rocking up into my hand. She might get nervous in the beginning, but once I touched her, Hope’s instincts were spot on.
Another stroke of my fingers against her clit, swirling and dipping inside just the smallest bit before going back for another tease of that swollen bud. Hope squirmed, a keening sound vibrating in her throat. Abruptly she rolled, her hands closing over my shoulders for balance as she straddled my lap, trapping my hard cock against the heat of her pussy.
Bliss. Fucking bliss. Being inside her was the only thing better. This was almost as good. Her mouth found mine. With the touch of her lips, Hope unleashed all the hunger, all the demand I’d been holding back.
Hope opened her mouth to mine without hesitation, her tongue stroking, just as hungry. Just as demanding. How could my calm, serious Hope be hiding so much passion? She gave a low, desperate moan as she rocked her hips into mine. My hands closed over her ass and I ground her slick pussy against my cock, thrusting hard, knowing it wouldn’t be long before I came.
Not until she did. I had to see her come again, the flush of pleasure across her face, the sounds she made, breathless and greedy and overwhelmed by pleasure. Her knees gripping my hips, she rode me harder, faster, sliding against the slick porcelain until she almost lost her purchase and shoved us both under the water.
Her frantic movements sent the first wave cascading over the side of the tub, the splash background noise to her orgasm. Hope tore her mouth from mine, crying out. Her pussy pulsed against me, scalding my cock, driving me over the edge before I could stop.
Hope owned me.
I was no inexperienced boy. I’d been in charge of my orgasms for a long time. Not anymore. Not since I got my hands on Hope. Coming in the tub was unlikely to get her pregnant, but it wasn’t exactly safe sex either. Fuck me. So many years as Mr. In Control, and now a few days with Hope Daniels—Hope Daniels—and I was worse than a teenager.
Hope collapsed against me, rubbing her cheek against my collarbone, pressing light kisses into my wet skin. “I don’t have a headache anymore,” she murmured sleepily.