“To see my wife.”
22
LUCRETIA
The water feels good, and I sink down lower, letting the heat seep into my bones. The ends of my hair float in dark tendrils around me, some of them mixing with the bubbles on the surface.
I hear the bedroom door open and close. “I’m in the tub,” I call. “So if you’re still squicked out by looking at ladybits, you should stay in the—”
“I’m not.” Mateo strides in, his fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt as he stalks toward me.
“Hey!” I yank my hands to cover my breasts.
He smirks, that sexy look of his sending heat straight to my core.
“Stop.” I press my thighs together.
“No.” He whips his shirt off, then goes for his belt.
“What are you doing?” I pull my knees up as I watch him, unable to look away.
“Enjoying a bath with my wife.” He shucks his pants and his boxer briefs down his legs, his thick cock popping free.
I swallow hard.
Once he’s bare, he stands straight.
I’m frozen. I’ve never seen a man naked like this. In person. Movies? Internet stuff? Sure, here and there. But nothing like this. The pure masculine beauty of him—the muscles, the V, the scars that pepper him, the package. I can’t stop looking.
“Lick your lips one more time, and I’ll put it in your mouth, princess.” He steps toward me.
I scramble back, sloshing water onto the floor.
“I wasn’t licking my lips.” I yelp as he flattens one of his wide hands at my back and scoots me forward, then climbs in behind me.
“You were. Now settle down. You wouldn’t want me to get excited, now would you?”
Given the way his erection presses against my lower back as he pulls me against his chest, I’d say he was already pretty damn excited.
“What are you doing?” I jolt as he slides his palms down my sides and rests them on my thighs.
“I told you. Now lay back.” He sighs. “This water is hotter than the fires of hell. Do you always do this?”
“It’s cooled off some.” I don’t know how I’m making words when I’m naked in the tub with Mateo. What is happening?
He laughs low in his throat, then puts a hand on my shoulder and pulls me back, a sizzle rushing through my body when we touch. “Better.”
I turn my head and look up at him. His gaze is on my breasts, the bubbles dissipated enough so he can see everything.
“Stop.” I cover myself.
“What? I can’t enjoy my wife?” He swipes his hands up my sides, then forces them underneath my hands so he’s cupping my breasts.
“Don’t.” My breath hitches as he kneads my skin, his fingers firm against me as he swipes them back and forth across my nipples.
He groans and squeezes them, my body heating like the strike of a match. “Fucking hell, princess. Your nipples are like bullets.” He pinches them, twisting slightly.
I open my mouth, a pant coming out as I press my thighs together to staunch the ache that’s started between them. His cock pulses against my back, and I die a little when a moan escapes me.
“That’s my girl.” He purrs in my ear as one of his hands traces down my stomach.
I grip his wrist to stop him, but I don’t dig my nails in. Not even when he runs his fingers lower, teasing my clit before dipping to my entrance.
“Mateo,” I whimper, my body on fire but my heart full of trepidation.
“You told me you trust me.” He rubs my clit, back and forth, sending streaks of electrical current through me. “Was that a lie, princess?”
I can’t think when he’s touching me like this, one hand squeezing my breast while the other strokes me so perfectly. “N-no.”
“Then prove it.” He delves lower, two of his fingers pressing inside me.
I arch, my body coming alive as he pushes deeper.
“Fuck,” he groans in my ear. “Saved this tight pussy for me. All for me.”
His filthy words are like gasoline onto the fire, and I grip his thighs, holding on as he eases in and out, faster and faster, then pulls back and strokes my clit again.
“I know what you like, princess. I know what this hot little body needs.” He presses his lips to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth as I move my hips, completely at his mercy, chasing the pleasure he’s giving me with nothing more than his fingers.
My legs shake, my body already so close to the edge.
When he stops, I thrust my hips toward his fingers, demanding more.
That low, sexy laugh surrounds me, and then the water is shifting.
“Mateo!”
He stands and pulls me up then scoops me into his arms and steps from the tub, water falling all around us as he carries me through the bathroom and to the bed. Laying me down, he spreads my legs, then gets on his knees.