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“You like that?”
“Mmm… it’s an unusual… oh… feeling… Mmm… don’t stop…”
“I won’t. I’m going to touch you here.” I rub my thumb over her clit at the same time. “And here.” I cup her breast. “And here.” I lower my mouth to hers and slide my tongue into her mouth.
She moans and arches her spine, pushing her breast into my hand, and I tug one and then the other nipple gently. They’ve softened from the warmth of the hot tub, but as I tease them, they tighten in my fingers.
“I’m going to make you come,” I tell her, murmuring in her ear. “Then I’m going to take you into the bedroom and arouse you again until you’re begging me to take you. And then I’m going to turn you on your front and take you from behind the way you like it, until I come inside you, and fill you with as much of a loving spoonful as I can manage.” I kiss her ear. “How does that sound?”
Chapter Twelve
Elizabeth
It sounds like heaven. I think I actually did die at some point, and this is all part of a blissful afterlife where I can make love with Huxley like this until the end of time.
My hips move of their own accord against his fingers, and I rest my hand on top of his, enjoying the sensation of matching his movements inside me.
My head is still spinning his answer to my question:Why didn’t you ask her to marry you?His reply,Because I wanted you, makes me feel thrilled and humble and guilty and ashamed at the same time. I said no to him because he’d broken my heart and I was trying to protect myself. But I never considered his heart. His feelings.
All along, I’ve thought of him as a tomcat, a man with a short attention span who takes what he wants, albeit wrapped up in a kind, gentle package. Have I been wrong all this time? Is the reason that he’s never settled down really because he’s in love with me?
I don’t want to think about it now. My brain’s not working properly. His fingers are teasing me toward the edge again, surprisingly quickly, maybe because of the unusual sensation of the spot he’s teasing inside me. It feels… hmm… like a strange internal pressure, a little different from normal… Oh jeez, so much for my jokes about foreplay—he’s only been touching me for a few minutes, and I think I’m going to come.
But then the foreplay didn’t start a few minutes ago, did it? It began when we got in the tub, with him stroking me all over, arousing all the erogenous zones I didn’t even know I had.
“You’re going to come for me now,” he says, a little smugly, and part of me wants to say no, I won’t, just to prove he’s not in control, but of course that’s not going to happen because I’m already losing it, and his fingers move quicker, stroking me, tugging my nipple, and his mouth is hot on mine, and that’s it, the tsunami of pleasure rears up inside me, then crashes over me in five or six huge waves that make me gasp against his lips.
As I drift back down to earth, he moves his arms around me and places soft kisses on my neck.
“How do you know my body better than I do?” I say breathlessly, relaxing back against him.
He chuckles and moves his hips, rocking his erection against my bottom. “Time to get out.”
“Just give me a few minutes. I need time to recover.”
“Nope.” He pushes me up. “I don’t want you to recover.” He rises behind me and gets out, then holds out a towel for me. Grumbling, I swing my legs over the edge of the tub and let him wrap me in the towel. He rubs me all over, smiling as I look up at him.
“In you go,” he murmurs. “On the bed.”
I open the door to the bedroom, surprised to find it warm, and realize he must have switched on the heat pump. I finish drying myself, then discard the towel, peel back the duvet, and climb onto the mattress. Less than a minute later he does the same, bringing our drinks in and leaving them on the bedside table.
“Lie down,” he instructs.
Unsure what he’s up to, I lie back on the pillows. But he gestures for me to scoot down, so I’m lying flat.
He picks up the small dish of chocolate drops and climbs onto the mattress, sitting next to me, cross-legged.
“Where are you going to put those?” I ask suspiciously. “Are you trying to give me a yeast infection?”
He gives a short laugh. “I promise not to insert them anywhere except your mouth.” He rubs one along my bottom lip, and when I open my mouth, he slides it in.
“Chocolate melts at body temperature,” he states, “and your body is extra warm at the moment. So this should be fun. Lift your arms.” I raise them, and he moves them above my head so I’m stretched out. “Now, you’re not to move,” he instructs.
“Or what?”
He glares at me. “Every time you move, I’ll make you wait longer before I let you come.”
“Oh. Um… Okay.”
