CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I have a nice longtalk with Mama then fill up the bathtub with hot water and extra bubbles. I haven’t taken advantage of the oversized clawfoot tub yet, and tonight seems like a good night. I open the windows, letting in the warm breeze before I sink into the mounds of bubbles. I close my eyes and listen to the rhythmic crashing of the waves.
Time passes slowly, or quickly; I have no idea. I’m so relaxed I can sleep right here. Since drowning isn’t something I want to worry about, I sit up and open my eyes. I gasp when I see Stone standing across from me, leaning against the counter.
It’s not his head-to-toe black in my white bathroom that makes him stand out. It’s his wide shoulders. His strong legs. His chiseled jaw. His piercing eyes that look like they want to strip me naked. Which I already am.
I move my hands through the water. The bubbles have thinned and don’t cover much of my nakedness. My swirling seems to move them away, giving Stone a better view of my nipples, which are only an inch below the water.
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. I study him watching, waiting. Does he want me to make the next move?
I swallow hard. “There’s plenty of room if you want to join me.”
His heated stare causes me to shiver. Not from cold, but from an intensity I’ve never experienced before. When he doesn’t so much as flinch, I rise to my knees and reach for the folded towel on the edge of the tub.
Stone moves quickly, picking up the towel and tossing it away onto the counter, out of reach. I cover my breasts with my arms. “That wasn’t very nice.”
The only part of him that moves are his hands as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. I keep my gaze locked on his eyes but as soon as his shirt is open, my attention drops to his chest. I bite my lower lip and sit up straighter. Does he want me to get out or is he coming in?
My gaze follows his hands as they tug his shirt off and he drops it on the floor next to my discarded clothes. I rub my throat and squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache between them. My nipples harden and my throat goes dry.
“Touch yourself,” he commands as he reaches for his belt and unfastens it.
“I—” I’ve never done that in front of a man. Hell, I’ve never been naked in front of a man before Stone.
“Do it.” He doesn’t remove his belt, his eyes dark and intense as they stare into mine.
I lower one hand between my legs and gasp when I touch myself. I’m hyper-sensitive. My hand isn’t the one I want to bring me to orgasm. It’s not as intense when I do it. I need Stone. I have the feeling he won’t join me in the tub if I don’t obey his orders though, so I begin stroking.
It’s different from when I touch myself in the quiet of my bedroom. With Stone only a few feet away and staring at me so hard, it’s as if he’s touching me.
He undoes his button and lowers his zipper. His erection strains against his black boxer briefs. “Insert two fingers.”
My eyes grow wide at his request.
“Do it.” He doesn’t move.
I see what he’s doing now. When I do what he says, he does what he knows I want him to do: strip. Anxious to have him naked and inside me, I slip two fingers in my pussy. I don’t need lube, I’m so wet. I pant as I stroke, and I notice the water sloshing slightly as my body moves with my hand.
My free hand caresses my breast and tweaks my nipple.
“Cazzo.” Stone kicks his pants and underwear aside and steps into the tub. His erection is long and thick.
He lowers himself across from me then reaches for my hips and roughly moves me over him so I’m straddling his legs. He doesn’t lower me onto his erection like I expect. Like I want. Instead, he lifts me up so my breasts are even with his mouth, and he devours them.
First one, then the other.
I continue to touch myself until he pushes my hand away, replacing my fingers with his. He sucks hard on my nipple and inserts another finger in me while stroking me with his thumb.
“Stone.” I hold on to his shoulders and rock my chest into his face, my pelvis into his hand. “Rocco. My God. I’m going to—oh!”
My ass and thighs clench uncontrollably while I convulse. I’m cold and hot and don’t want the wave of euphoria to ever stop. As my convulsing slows, Stone lowers me onto his erection. His tip touches me, a burst of heat sears through me before he pushes me off him again.
“Shit. Condom. My pants.”
I look over the side of the tub and reach over for his pants. Stone finds my breast and covers it with his mouth while massaging the other with his hands. I’m fumbling around and only come up with his shirt.
My body loves what he’s doing too much, and I stay slightly leaned over the tub, his mouth and hands devouring my breasts making it impossible to focus on my task. I can feel his erection against my leg, and I can’t help rubbing myself against it.