The tub is built for two. It’s a lover’s tub that requires an intimacy between the people who share it. It’s either face each other and tangle our limbs together, or sit one in front of the other and face the same direction.
The choice is removed from me when Asa reaches over and grabs my hips and pulls me between his legs. He presses a flute of champagne into my hand and relaxes.
His hands brush up and down my thighs, and I rotate my hips so his touch goes higher. I’m rewarded when thumbs slip under the elastic edge of my suit to brush the soft skin of my hips.
“I don’t want to rush you, Libby.” His thumbs pop from under my suit and leave me feeling empty.
He pulls his champagne glass to his lips and drinks. “You edit romance novels, right?”
I sip my champagne and answer. “I do.”
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
The stars twinkle above us and the sound of the water as it pushes past the ship sets the scene. “I have to if I believe in romance.”
“Perfect. If you could relive a romantic scene from a book you’ve read, what would it be?” His voice is like a drug that runs through my veins making me feel woozy in his presence.
I shimmy back against him until my bottom makes contact with his erection. I feel powerful and sexy knowing that I can make him hard. “I don’t know that I’d want to relive a scene as much as I’d want to create my own.” I am now racing from three quarters all the way to ‘hell yeah’. It’s one night of one week.
“I deserve to experience a moment of real bliss.” I didn’t realize I said that out loud until Asa’s hands pull the straps of my suit down and my breasts bob on top of the bubbling water.
“I’m going to give you that tonight and tomorrow night and the night after that.”
Now is the moment I wish I had a two-piece suit because they are easier to get out of. Asa Cross just promised me three days of bliss and ‘yes’ was the only answer I can come up with.
My suit bunches around my waist and Asa’s fingers cup around my breasts. “Perfect. They are perfect.” He rolls and pinches my nipples the same way I do when I make myself come. I am a jumble of raw nerves quivering in his lap when he slides one hand under my suit and heads straight for my core. “Even in the water, I can feel your slickness. You’re wet for me.”
His words send shudders through my body. “Oh God, that feels good.”
“That’s nothing, sweetheart. After tonight, you’ll never tell me again that sex has nothing to do with orgasms.” He remembers the words we said the moment we met today. “Sex with us will always have orgasms. Lots of them.” He pulls my suit from my hips and it floats away from my body. We shift so my legs fall open and the jets bubble around my sex.
“Asa, oh my God.”
“Better than C batteries?”
“Yes,” I moan and push against his hand. When his finger slides inside me and the water bubbles over me and he squeezes my nipple and whispers in my ear, Mr. Dependable loses his place in my heart and between my legs. “Asa, I’ve never come with a man.”
He stalls for a second and then resumes his touching, tweaking, and teasing. “A woman?”
I sit up and all the passion is locked tight. “No, I’ve just not had…” How do I say that my vagina was deemed inadequate by an asshole, and I’ve never ventured into sex with anyone else? He wants honesty? I’ll give him honesty. “I’m bad in bed.”
He laughs like I told him the funniest joke. “Not fucking possible.” He spins me around with ease and grips my hand. He pushes it under the water until my palm lies on his burgeoning mass. “This is because I’m incredibly turned on by you. My finger barely fits in your channel, and I fear I’m going to come like a pubescent boy the first time I sink myself into your tightness. Sex couldn’t be bad for me, and I won’t let it be bad for you.” His thumb rubs against my clit and the fire burns through me once more. Without thought, I grip his cock and stroke it while he rubs delicious circles around me. My hips rock and buck on their own and the minute he pulls my nipple into his mouth I feel the familiar tightness in the pit of my stomach. Heat rushes out from my core. I grip onto his shoulder with my free hand and I explode right there in the hot tub with a man who for all intents and purposes is a stranger.
Wave upon wave of pleasure washes over me until I sag against him and nearly cry from the experience. What just happened here changes everything for me. He truly has ruined me.
“Sweetheart, that was amazing.”
“For me.” I have no idea what he gets out of it but an achy thumb and possibly sore legs where I’ve ground myself against him.
“For me as well. Do you know what a turn on it is for a man to get his girl off? I’d put it up there with winning the lottery, or getting an Oscar, or making my first million.”
I reach down and stroke his length. “But you’re still hard.”
He lets his head fall back against the edge of the tub and a look of bliss spreads across his face. “I am because of you. Because you make me feel this way.”
When he opens his eyes, I am smiling because Justice was right. There was never anything wrong with me. “I’m glad I make you feel like you make me feel.” I’m glad I took this chance tonight. Tonight I will experience everything I’ve given up, and I’ll do it with him.
The water no longer bubbles around us. Asa shifts me from his lap and stands. My instincts tell me to slink self-consciously under the water, but I feel like a siren raised from the sea, so I stand with confidence in front of him, and his eyes skirt appreciatively over my body.