Next I take a leap, twirling around with my legs bent.
“This is called a chair spin,” I tell him.
My biceps burn as I slow the rotation, still I land smoothly on the boards. I pivot on my toes, bending my arm in an upper stretch like a ballet dancer.
Yosh sinks lower into the water, arm braced on the edge of the tub, his other hand nowhere to be found above the surface. His chin is in the hollow of his elbow, looking at me a little dreamy.
I climb higher this time, hooking the hollow of my knee around the pole. With my legs crossed, I slide down in a slow, graceful drop.
“Strength and control,” I say, glancing at him. “You should appreciate that, yoga boy.”
“Never said we weren’t alike.”
I unhook the garter and flick it at him. It slaps his cheek and drops into the water. He greedily fishes after it.
“This belongs next to my pillow now.” He turns it over in his fingers, slow and reverent, like it’s one of his gemstones.
“Eyes up here, love.”
He obeys, my performance making a hypnotized snake in a basket out of him.
I press the pole into my back. Chest rising and falling fast, I hold him with my signature filthy stare. Then I slide down.
Inch by inch, I let the steel track the line of my spine. Lower. Slower. I hold the pole snug in the curve of my ass and push two fingers past my lips, choking on them, moaning for him. In front of me, the water sloshes, his knuckles white as he braces himself.
I pull my fingers free once my knees are spread wide on the floor, my face brushing the metal as I start touching myself. Two wet fingers trace my inner thighs, creeping higher until they find the center where every nerve lights up.
“Like what you see?” I ask before stroking myself, elbow still hooked around the pole. “Is this something you’re into?”
“Fuck, Sapphire.”
He rises from the water and scoops me off the floor before throwing me onto the bed.
We kiss, hands wandering over each other, heat building every time our cocks grind together.
“I really fucking like you like this.” He dives for my neck, hungry, rolling my nipple between his fingers as he goes. “Like… dangerously much.”
Without warning, he pushes me back onto the mattress and rises to his knees in front of me.
Three quick strokes until hot waves of cum paint my chest. His cry of release is everything. So is the way he drops down and licks me clean.
I grip the roots of his hair, guiding him up. He practically falls into my mouth, letting me taste all of him, all of me.
“Sapphire…you think you might want to try something different with me?”
He reaches for the nightstand and pulls out a bag from SACS. My eyes stay on the bag before lifting to him.
His thumb caresses my cheek, smiling as he eases me flat on the teal velvet sheets. From inside, he takes out a bottle of guava-flavored lube, pressing it into my hand.
I burst out laughing. “Shit, you actually found that? That’s very specific. Very us.”
“Right? Had to take it.”
I tilt my chin.
“And you’re planning to do what with it?”
“You.”
