“I want to taste it. A woman’s cum.” Her hand lifted out of the water, and she slipped two wet fingers into her mouth.
Adam’s gut clenched, and his balls threatened to explode.
“I can’t taste it,” she said, pouting. “I know my pu**y is wet enough. I guess the water washed the cum off my fingers.”
A flood sloshed across the bathroom floor. Adam hadn’t meant to tackle her backward into the tub. His intention had been to be gentle for the rest of the night, not to find the hot, slick sheath between her thighs and drive his throbbing c**k into it over and over and over again. But damn it, if she kept tempting him, what the hell did she expect? She knew what it did to him when she acted all sweet and innocent, dirty and naughty at the same time.
She clung to him as he plunged into her, moaning encouragement as she moved with him. When his urgency receded enough for him gather a thought, he paused and frowned down at her.
Her eyes blinked open. “Is something wrong?”
“You did that on purpose,” he accused.
“Did what?”
For once, he wasn’t buying her look of innocence.
“Acted sexy so I’d jump you again. You knew I wanted to be gentle with you.”
She grinned crookedly. “Was it sexy when I tasted my cum?”
“Fuck, woman, you know it was.”
“Are you expecting me to apologize for tempting you?”
“You are manipulating me.”
“And I so like the outcome,” she said, her grin widening. “Don't stop.”
He didn't plan to stop, just calm his motions a bit. He moved his hips slowly, churning inside her. Her eyelids fluttered. He repeated the motion—deeper, wider—holding her tightly for leverage in the give of the water. Each time he withdrew, one water jet massaged his foot and another jet stirred a stream of water against his balls, encouraging him to move faster. He fought the urge, watching Madison's face as she relaxed and let him carry a languid rhythm.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, staring up into his eyes. “Oh, Adam.”
He kissed her soft lips, continuing his pattern of slow, deep, gyrating thrusts. Giving her time to focus on sensation. To feel how perfectly their bodies came together. To recognize his love for her, which must be apparent on his face and in every motion of his body. The enormity of his feelings swelled in his chest. He was starting to understand what she meant about the need to always rush, so there wasn't time for this profound connection to overwhelm the physical pleasure. She felt so perfect against him, around him. Looked so wet and sexy—her face flushed, br**sts exposed, hair floating like a cloud of dark silk in the water. Her head tilted back a little more with each churning thrust. Her mouth opened a bit wider each time he withdrew.
“Adam, I think . . . I think . . . I'm gonna come soon. Oh God, the slow build feels so good. Don’t stop. Almost.”
She continued to encourage him with gasping words as he took her higher and higher. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably as her orgasm eluded her. At last, she caught it. “Oh!”
When she squeezed her eyes shut in ecstasy, he said, “Don’t look away.”
Body straining and lungs gasping for air, she forced her eyes open.
“I love you, Madison,” he whispered. “Do you feel it?” He felt it—as if his buoyant soul was going to float out of his chest and into the heavens.
“Y-yes.” When the first tear slipped from the corner of her eye, his thought he’d somehow hurt her. By the second drop, he realized those were the happy tears she’d been worried about spilling. Just as he promised, he kissed them away. When her orgasm subsided, she lifted her head from the tub—a torrent of water pouring from her long hair—and pressed kisses to his throat and shoulders. “You were right,” she said. “It’s just as good, maybe better, when it isn’t quick and rough.”
“You’re not telling me anything new. I know what makes sex great,” he boasted. “You.” He couldn’t imagine how hard the guys would rip on him if they heard him say that. But here with her, he could be as repulsively sappy as he wanted to be. Here with her, appearances didn’t matter.
“You’re right about that too,” she said, snuggling her face into the crook of his neck. “The partner makes all the difference.”
Why in the hell had he waited so long to admit he had feelings for her? He’d wasted months that he could have been loving her and being openly loved in return. He kissed her with all the passion he could muster and then pulled out of her body before collapsing against the back of the tub again.
Madison struggled to orient her body in a kneeling position between his legs.
“You didn’t come, did you?” she asked.
Apparently she couldn’t see how stiff he c**k was beneath the surface of the water. “No. I can only do that so many times a night. I figured I better save something for later.”
“Last time we spent the night together, you had seven orgasms.”
He chuckled. “You counted?”
She nodded. “And I had ten.” She shifted both hands out of the water and wiggled all ten fingers at him.
“No wonder I always sleep for two days after I see you.”
“And I can feel you deep inside for days.”
“Do I make you sore?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I need that part. It makes me miss you less.” She took a shaky breath. “For a little while.”
Her sad little frown about broke his heart. Damn.
He grabbed her wrist and tugged. With a startled cry, she slipped on the bottom of the tub and collided sideways with his chest. Instead of righting herself, she melted against him, her head resting on his shoulder and her warm breath blowing gently against the wetness on his chest. Her hand moved to his erection, stroking his length absently. Her gentle touch wouldn’t make him come, but it would definitely keep him hard.
“Madison,” he said, enjoying the relative calm between them, but needing to share something he’d been hiding from her.
“Hmm?”
“I wasn’t exactly truthful with you earlier.”
She stiffened. “You don’t really love me?”
“What?” He couldn’t believe that was the first thing she’d think he’d lie about. Hell, it was probably the only thing he’d never lie about. “No. That’s not it.”
“I don’t care about any other lies right now as long as you truly love me.”