“Get in the bath, Avery,” he says. “Let me take care of you.”
“Will you join me?”
“That's the plan.” He's already reaching for the zipper of my dress. The dress pools at my feet. My bra and underwear follow. And then I'm stepping into the tub, the hot water enveloping me, and the scent of rose petals fills the air.
Liam strips fast and slides in behind me, pulling me back against his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and I let my head fall back against his shoulder.
For a long moment, we just sit there. Then Liam’s large hands move to cup my breasts. His lips light against the curve of my neck. I let out a sigh. This is heaven.
My breath comes in pants as his thumbs circle my nipples until they tighten into aching peaks. I squirm against him, pushing my chest out further for more. His hands are rough and slick and warm, sending waves of pleasure through the rest of my body.
“That’s it,” Liam says, his lips against my damp hair. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
And I do. I melt back into him, and his hand drifts lower, sliding over my stomach and down between my legs.
I gasp as his fingers explore. A single finger circles my clit with a maddening, teasing rhythm.
“Liam,” I whimper, my hips shifting involuntarily, seeking more pressure.
“I know what you need,” he says into my ear. His finger continues its torturous circles, and I’m already so close.
I grip his thighs under the water. I’m panting, pleas falling from my lips.
“Please… Oh, God, right there. Don’t stop.”
He presses harder, faster, and the coil inside me snaps. A cry tears from my throat as I come, my body shuddering against his fingers.
Before I can even catch my breath, a new, desperate need takes hold. This isn’t enough. I twist in his arms until I’m facing him.
“I need you,” I tell him, my voice husky and raw. “Now, Liam. I need your cock inside me.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face. “Yeah? My wild girl is back tonight.”
I don’t answer with words. I just kiss him, hard and hungry, my tongue plunging into his mouth. I reach between us and close my hand around the hard, thick length of him.
He groans into my mouth, his hips bucking against my hand.
Positioning myself over him, I guide him to my entrance. I sink down slowly, my eyes locked on his, watching the pleasure contort his features as I take every inch of him inside me.
“Fuck, Avery,” he grits out, his hands gripping my hips. His head falls back against the edge of the tub. Eyes hooded with need, cheeks flushed with the heat of the water. He’s gorgeous.
I start to move, riding him with a frantic pace. The water splashes around us, spilling everywhere.
“You feel so good,” I moan, my head falling back. “So deep. God, I love your cock.”
His hands slide from my hips to my ass, gripping me tightly, helping me increase my pace. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I pant, leaning forward to nip at his lower lip. “Thinking about you fucking me just like this.”
His response is a guttural groan. He drives up into me, meeting my frantic pace thrust for thrust. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub, spilling out onto the floor. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
The pressure builds up inside me again. “Make me come again, Liam. Please.” The words are not even out of my mouth when pleasure rockets through me.
I scream his name, my inner walls clenching around him, milking his cock as my orgasm crashes over me.
“Avery,” Liam cries out, clasping my hips and pulling me down hard for one final thrust.
I collapse on top of him and nuzzle closer, too blissfully wrecked to form a single, coherent thought.
