Page 45 of The Taste of Deceit

I lean down so my lips brush her ear. “That’s it. You can take it.”

She lets out an involuntary moan, and I clamp a hand over her mouth. “Shh, Baby Girl, or I’ll have to stop.”

She shakes her head and digs her fingers into my back instead. Her hips buck up to meet every thrust. I fuck her harder, driving her into the bed, watching her bite down on her lip under my palm to stay silent. Sweat beads on her forehead, and her eyes stay locked on mine, full of heat and challenge.

I flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, so her ass is high and her face is buried in the pillow. My hand stays firm between her shoulder blades, pinning her down.

“This is what you wanted,” I growl against the back of her neck. “Isn’t it, Baby Girl?”

She nods frantically into the pillow. Her thighs start shaking, her back arches deeper, and I can feel her pussy fluttering around my cock. Her whole body locks up. She buries her face deeper into the pillow as her orgasm hits, pussy pulsing and squeezing me in waves. Seconds later, I bury myself deep, groaning into her shoulder as I fill her up.

I roll onto my back beside her, chest heaving as I catch my breath. Sweat clings to my skin. She lies there too, staring up at the ceiling, her own breathing ragged.

“Fuck, that was hot,” she whispers.

We both crack up at once, trying to keep it quiet but failing as soft laughs escape. I turn my head to look at her, grinning, and she meets my eyes.

Then she jumps up from the bed, still naked and flushed. “Come on, let’s go take a bath.”

I laugh again and shake my head, but she’s already pulling me to my feet. We both scramble to pull on enough clothes to make it down the hall—her in my shirt, me in my boxers. The house is quiet except for the occasional creak of floorboards as we tiptoe toward the bathroom.

Once inside, I lock the door behind us. Sarah turns on the water, steam quickly filling the small room. She strips off the shirt and steps into the tub first, settling down with her back against my chest as I slide in behind her. The warm water rises around us. My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer against me. She leans back, her head resting on my shoulder.

I press a kiss to the side of her neck, hands resting low on her stomach under the water. She sighs softly, relaxing into me as the bath fills.

She chuckles softly, her body warm and relaxed against mine.

“That was fun,” she says, tilting her head to glance back at me.

“I will admit that I’ve fucked in a lot of places,” I reply, my hands gliding over her slick skin. “My girlfriend’s childhood bedroom while her parents were downstairs is not one of them.”

We both laugh quietly, the sound muffled by the running water and the closed door. I reach for the soap, lathering my hands before running them over her shoulders and down her arms. My palms slide lower, soaping her breasts with quick firm strokes. I work my way down her stomach, then between her legs. She shifts slightly, pressing back against my chest while I continue washing her thighs and the curve of her ass.

When I’m finished, she turns around until she’s resting against the other side of the tub, her knees brushing mine beneath the water.

“Can I ask you something?”

I nod.

“Were there other girlfriends who knew what you did?”

“Yes.”

She watches me for a second.

“They all knew?”

“They were all part of this life.”

“What do you mean?”

“Their fathers, brothers, uncles…” I shrug. “They grew up around it. Nobody had to explain anything.”

“And then there was me.”

I smile.

“And then there was you.”