When he is ready, his cheek peels away from mine, and our mouths meet. As soon as our tongues connect, he punches inside me. Even such a singular motion has both of us panting and our fingers digging deep into each other. His teeth drag open my bottom lip, and the tip of his tongue licks the shape of it as he drives upward again.
I gasp, my body winding tight.
He pulls back slightly farther this time, bringing himself out to the tip before thrusting fast and deep. The force of his body against and inside of mine makes my back slide up the slick tile. “Fuuuuck,” he groans against my mouth. “Nothing feels as good as you do. You carry me out to sea every fucking time, little siren.”
Unable to take me without displaying some form of dominance, his hand leaves the underside of my thigh to wrap around my neck. But this time when his fingers curl around its width, there is a rare gentleness in his touch. Instead of gripping me, Coty presses his palm slowly up the length of my neck to my chin, forcing my head back until my crown meets the tile.
He places a soft kiss at the dip between my collar bones then slowly drags his hot, wet mouth up the center column of my throat and back down again before his fingers push past my jaw to curl around the back of my neck, instead.
“Sing for me, little siren,” he whispers, his fingers pushing up into the damp hair sticking to my skin as he jerks forward, rolls his hip back, and thrusts forward again, creating a rhythm to carry us both on the current together.
As instructed, my body sings. A gritty, melancholy tune this time. Low, keening moans mixed with salty emotion.
Coty finishes quietly, absorbing all of my sounds instead of adding in his own this time. Only when my body is done shaking beneath him does he help me slide down to my feet.
He turns us so that my back is in the water and begins wordlessly getting me cleaned up as promised, first removing the knotted and tangled hair tie from my gnarled strands, then dipping my head back to saturate my hair before lathering it. Using his fingertips, he gives me a nice, long scalp massage before rinsing it out.
Finally ready to talk a little, while he gently washes and rinses my face, I ask, “Why did Kio keep that from me?”
Coty lathers his hands with more soap and starts working them down my body. “As the Enforcer, he was working within the realm of his duties. Kio is not obligated to give Kal, much less you, information until he has all the information to give,” Coty explains, cupping each of my breasts, then sliding his sudsy fingers under and around my arms. “Plus, he cares about you and wouldn’t want to insinuate such a thing without knowing for absolutely certain first.”
Finished cleaning me from head to toe, Coty moves onto his own body, knocking it out in a rush.
Once we are both done and completely rinsed off, he switches the shower to the faucet, readjusts the temperature, and plugs the drain.
Then, he takes my hand, plops down to his ass, and tugs on me to join him. “Let me hold you, little siren. Might be a while before we get to do this again.”
I do as requested, nestling myself between his legs and resting back as he leans against the curved tub. He doesn’t fill the basin much, only just enough to reach my hips before he leans forward, reaches past me, and turns off the water, making sure to kiss me on the cheek on the way back.
Unfortunately, we only get to cuddle for about thirty more seconds before his phone rings.
My heart immediately starts climbing back up to my throat as he leaves the tub, grabs a towel, removes some of the water from his hair with a quick rub, then ties the towel around his hips. He then spares me a quick glance, swipes his cell off the counter, and exits the bathroom.