His fingers fan over my skin while I wind my arms around his neck, and tilt my head down, so my mouth connects to his.
I don’t care that my hair cascades over my back, and the tips are getting wet. All I want is to taste his mouth, have his breath in my lungs and his pulse against my skin.
He pushes up a little, deepening the kiss, and moving his hand into my hair, creating a swarm of goosebumps across my shoulders.
That’s when my teasing game ends and he takes over.
Heat spreads across my skin while he kisses me hungrily, a need for him growing in my body.
I brush my hair away from my face while he rises from the water, carrying me with him.
Petals fall from my chest and also from his body.
He steps out, sets me down, and hands me a towel before grabbing one himself.
He’s rock hard, when he takes my hand and walks me to the bedroom where a wide bed covered in petals waits for us.
If it wasn’t for the reality of our lives, this could pass as a nuptial bed. The entire place seems designed and styled for romantic moments.
He shows me to the bed and nudges me to my stomach before tying my wrists together and attaching them to the headboard.
“Let me show you how it’s done…” he says, standing by the bed, and picking up a small lit candle from the nightstand.
I shoot my eyes up, my gaze grazing his turgescent shaft pointing forward. It messes with my focus when I lock eyes with him, flashing a playful smile.
“You’re not doing this…” I say incredulously.
He nods in disagreement.
“I have a low threshold for pain,” I murmur, no longer looking at him, all tensed up.
He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand going to the back of my legs first.
His touch relaxes me.
“Can we do only this, please? You touching me like that?” I ask.
He says nothing.
The first drop of melted wax feels like a bee sting. An area not bigger than a nickel burns on the back of my calf.
With pain comes a spike of pleasure and tension in my core.
He grabs my butt cheek harshly––hard enough to give me pain and delicious pleasure between my legs––and drops more melted wax on the back of my thighs.
One… Two… Three. Several drops.
I jolt each time, my nipples hardening against the mattress.
“It hurts,” I say, a grin lining my voice.
“It does, but it will pay off in the end.”
I flick my eyes over my shoulder.
“What are we talking about exactly?” I ask.
He looks down, smiling, while my eyes slide over his torso like the melted wax over my skin.