Her eyes blow out and get huge. “Right now?”
“I mean, not inside. Just… do you want to rub up against me? Dry hump, but I guess not, since we’re in the water?”
“Do I want to rub against you until I drive myself out of my mind and come just from the friction?”
I’m worried it sounds too juvenile, but I want to experience everything with her, and despite us saying we were going to go slow, I’m in a hurry to do itall. Hurry is the wrong word. I can’t find the right one. My brain is still mush from that orgasm and my cock has syphoned the rest of the blood back away from my brain ever since it refused to deflate afterward.
She stands up right in front of me. My jaw unhinges yet again. Her skin is covered in water, all slick and pink from the hot water. Her pussy is perfectly level with my face. I could lean forward and bury my tongue in her and—
“I would love to do that. How would you like me to sit?”
“I…”
I expect her to perch on my lap, knees at either side of my thighs, but she drapes herself over me, her legs along the full length of mine, feet at my ankles. She grasps my shoulders and uses the water and her own strength to rock against me.
If I thought I was fucked before, I hadnoidea. All I can do is turn my face into her hair and gasp out ragged breaths as her slick heat glides over my cock. The water makes it smooth and weightless, effortless, but through the heat of the bath, I can still feel the heat ofher. I manage to get my hand to move after the first few strokes. I drop it to her hip and splay my fingers there, half over her belly and half cupping her ass.
“Wizard…” She kisses me, stroking my tongue in time to the way her body rolls and rocks against mine.
My hips roll and surge even though I try to keep my ass pinned to the bottom of the tub. My cock head glides against her smooth, slick pussy. It’s gentle at first, but the more I do it, the wilder Esme gets. She devours my mouth, nibbling on my lips, sucking my tongue, then jerking away and kissing down my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise beneath my ear and the side of my throat.
Her nails dig in against my shoulders as she rocks harder and faster. The water makes our skin smooth, but there’s still so much delicious friction. She writhes along with my thrusts, until our bodies are tangled, every stroke intentional, dragged out, driving us both insane. I thrust like I’m buried deep inside of her, like she’s wrapped all around my cock, squeezing the life out of me.
We rock together so wildly that the bath water starts splashing. Rose petals wriggle madly on the surface.
Esme sinks her teeth into my collarbone as she works herself over my dick, bearing down hard enough that I see stars. I fling my head against the back of the tub hard enough to knock myself out and see different sorts of black spots. I was hot from the temperature of the water, but now I’m on fire. My skin is all white heat, and beneath the surface, I have straight up magma flowing through my veins.
She rears up, clawing against me so that she can do sinful things that make the world fade away and splinter. She chants my name, over and over. I can feel how slick she is, even under the water. She surges up, her forehead crushing againstmine. Her hot breath pants over my lips, but she never kisses me. She just keeps saying my name, over and over.
“Wizard… oh my god. Wizard… fuck. Wizard…”
My whole body is a bundle of tension, muscles gone rock hard as I thrust and thrust and thrust.
“Wizard, oh god, I’m coming…”
Those words are magic, a spell that sucks me up and churns me into a tumbling freefall. Esme vibrates against me, her hips driving down, so much heat flooding over my cock. My brain shorts out as I erupt. Hot come jets between us, mine and hers. I keep rocking and thrusting into her, coming and coming. We keep grinding together until we both get too sensitive, and then her arms twine around my neck and mine close around her.
She peppers kisses along my neck and jaw, over my ear, up to my cheek until her breathing slows and she comes down a little.
My brain isn’t doing well. I want to string a few words together, but it seems to take a colossal amount of effort.
“We—need… to—eat dinner. This time. For real.”
She giggles, but I don’t even know how she finds that much energy or oxygen. My head is going to float away from my body from all the heat of the bathwater, the champagne, from being drunk on Esme, and all the orgasms.
“Real food this time?”
It takes me a good while to catch my breath. “As opposed to each other, or the strawberries and champagne?”
“Mm. Both?”
“Yes, real food. Dinner. From the menus. Downstairs, they’ll start to wonder what’s taking so long.”
Esme kisses the end of my nose. “I think they knowexactlywhy we haven’t ordered yet. It’s the honeymoon suite, remember?”
Chapter 24
Esme
