Was I scared? Nope.
Did I love Drew? Yes, without a doubt.
I sat up, straddling him, his eyes automatically dropping to my boobs, his cock hardening against me as I came to its attention.
“Eyes up here, baby.”
They slowly moved upwards, each inch they travelled heated my body better than any hot bath did, and when they finally arrived at mine, the hazel was warm like honey and filled with so much emotion that butterflies flipped in my belly. I could see the love he had for me, the depth of his truth, and it mirrored mine.
“Okay, yes.”
“Say again.”
“I love you, too, and yes I’ll move in with you. But...”
He wrapped his hands around my head, smashing his lips to mine, sloppy and happy.
“But what?”
“But my lease is up after Christmas, so I’ll do it officially then. And it’ll be a proper start to the year.”
The dimple got so big it seemed to take up half his cheek, his hands running back up my body, cupping the nape of my neck, pulling me onto his lips, his mouth wanting and desperate. With a groan, my body subconsciously rocked against him, goosebumps breaking out across my flesh.
I needed him as much as he needed me and he knew it, reading me like an expert cartographer.
He sat up straight, exuding strength and power and protection, gripping my hips, lifting me up and impaling me on his rock-hard cock in one swift movement. His own loud cry drowning out the volume of mine.
He stilled us, the water continuing to sway over the sides of the tub, and I could feel him growing harder, swelling thick inside me as my thighs gripped him. His chest heaving, he held us there for a minute while he ran his hands across my body with precision movement, watching his fingertips trail along my arm and over my collarbone, dipping between my breasts cupping each one, squeezing tenderly.
He looked up at me as they ran around my nipples and underneath. His pupils were shot, dilated so big I could only see a ring of fire around an inky black moon, like a solar eclipse I shouldn’t stare directly at.
His cock thickened and throbbed as his hands moved lower under the water where his thumb found my clit, brushing against it back and forth, driving me crazy with desire. The sensation of the hot water against my skin as his fingers worked their magic sent tiny flickers to the orgasm swelling deep inside me. Heat curled my spine, burning me through to the marrow.
Running his tongue along my jaw, his mouth once again claimed mine. But where earlier he kissed me with happiness and fun and joy, this was raw and sensual and passionate. Slowly, like he had all the time in the world, his tongue stroked mine, roaming around my mouth, intimate and owning.
And then his hips started circling, unhurried and excruciating, his dick caressing my g-spot sending sparks across my body with each torturous rotation. His jaw slackened as I moaned deep and low, his eyes still fixated on mine, watching my every reaction.
“You like that, baby?” His teeth gritted as he continued his measured rhythm, never picking up the pace. “You’d better,because you’re mine, Emerson, and this is the only cock you’ll ever have for the rest of your life.”
I tried to speak but nothing happened; he’d stolen my speech.
“My mouth will be the only mouth you’ll ever feel on your perfect nipples, on your clit, on your pussy.Mine.”
Fuck me. My entire body throbbed at his words.
My fists gripped his shoulders, desperate for more leverage against him, desperate for him to pound hard into me, but I knew I wouldn’t get it. I’d never seen him like this before, so controlled and savoring, and I wanted him to take what he needed.
I wanted to give him everything.
He owned me.
His lips found my neck. “I’m going to worship you for the rest of my life.”
Blood was coursing through my veins. I could hear the pump of my heart getting faster, my breath shallowing and my chest heaving. My hands moved up into his hair, drenched from the sweat of his control and the heat of the bath. My hips were fighting against the grip he had on them, needing so badly to move against him, but helpless to his power.
“Fuck. I love you so fucking much, Emerson.”
Like lightning hitting the ocean, his words were an incendiary device for the orgasm barreling down my spine, gaining power with every second I tried to hold it in.
