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"I’m so fucking proud of you," I murmured, cupping her face in my hand for a moment. She tilted her head so she could press herself against my palm.
"Can we take a bath?" she asked me softly. "I really need to wash today off of me. And I want you to stay close."
"Of course we can," I replied, and I turned on the taps, letting the water begin to fill the tub behind her.
I helped her undress, moving slowly, being careful not to touch her for too long or let my gaze linger on her for longer than it needed to. I knew she still had to be feeling fragile, and I wasn’t going to make this about sex, about her physical body.
She undid the buttons on my shirt as the room filled with steam, the warmth of it enveloping us slowly. Her hands had stopped shaking, her confidence beginning to return. She seemed so much more comfortable being naked around me than she had before, as though she was finally trusting in the fact that her body wasn’t going to be used for anything she didn’t want it to be. She was completely in command of herself right now, and it was such a pleasure to see her owning her body as she stood before me.
I slipped down into the bath, pressing my back up against the wall so I could make room for her, and she slipped down between my legs, nestling herself against my chest. The warmth of her body mixed with the warmth of the water until it felt like there was no break between the two—until it felt like she was wrapped all the way around me.
I slipped my arms around her, and she let out a long sigh, clearly letting go of something she had been hanging onto for longer than she would care to admit.
"I can’t believe he’s gone," she murmured as she locked her hand around mine, tangling her fingers with my own.
"I know," I replied, pressing a kiss against the back of her head. "You did that. You probably saved so many more girls from what he would have done to them."
"Maybe it’s enough to make up for the girls he did hurt," she muttered, her head drooping down.
"Hey," I told her, bringing my mouth to her ear so I could be sure she was hearing me. "You can’t hold yourself responsible for that, alright? You did what you had to do to survive, and so did they. What matters now is that you’re free. And he’s dead. And you’re the one who ended him."
She turned to me, her green eyes flashing with something I hadn’t seen before in her gaze—a hope that seemed to light up every part of her.
"I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner," she told me. "I should have fought harder to stop him taking me. So I could be here with you."
I grinned and shook my head.
"I don’t give a damn what happened before," I assured her. "I just care that you’re here with me now."
She bit her lip, staring at me for a long moment.
"I’ve never had a real relationship," she confessed to me, suddenly. "Not … Not with someone I actually like, anyway. I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to all of this …"
"Me neither," I replied. "I’ve never been with someone long-term. I’ve had a few flings, but I’ve never … I’ve never felt anything like what we have."
She smiled at me, nervous, but full of hope.
"I really want to find out what it’s like," she told me. "Being with someone you really care about …"
I could feel myself stirring against her, that delicious look on her face more than I could deny.
"I guess we could find out," I murmured, and, finally, our lips came together again.
She pushed herself back against me as I slid my tongue into her mouth, sliding another hand up into her hair so I could massage her scalp gently as we made out. The feel of her soft, small body pressed into me was more than I could deny, and it felt like every part of me was lighting up with desire for her—not just my body, but my mind too, needing and wanting this gorgeous, strong, sexy woman.
She lifted herself up a few inches, so she was hovering just over my cock, her hands on my thighs for leverage as she moved herself into position. The water around us made her almost weightless, and, slowly, she began to inch her way down on top of me.
"Oh, fuck, yes," I groaned in her ear, and she gasped at the sound of my words, pushing herself all the way down onto my cock. The water rippled around us as I thrust up and into her, filling her deep, feeling her body begin to tense at our closeness.
This was more than it had been before, more than it had been the first time we’d done this because now, she was totally and utterly free. She had chosen this life, unequivocally—she had made the choice that this was what she desired and done what she needed to in order to take it. I was so fucking proud of her I could hardly put it into words.
I brushed my lips around her neck as she sank her nails into my thighs, pressing against me so she could rock back against me in time with her thrusts. The steam dampened her skin, making her feel like some kind of goddess who had just risen from beneath the waves. I took her lobe between my teeth and tugged gently, and she squirmed on top of me, letting out a little giggle of pleasure.
Moving my hand down, I brushed it across her nipples, over her stomach, and then, at last, down between her legs, so I could play with her clit as I fucked her. She moaned, relaxing her head back into my shoulder and allowing me to pleasure her exactly as I wanted to. Gift her with the release she clearly needed so badly.
She let out a little whimper of pleasure, turning her head so she could kiss me again as I moved into her, spreading her legs wider so I could thrust up and into her even deeper. I could feel her clit throbbing beneath the slow circles I was making against it, and she panted against my mouth, clearly ready to give in to the need that was consuming her right now …
And then, I felt it—the clench of her pussy around my cock, her sharp breath against my mouth. I pushed my tongue against hers, stilling my fingers as I continued to thrust inside of her, letting the pulsations of her orgasm take me over the edge and into my own release.
