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He extends his hand out to me. I make my way over to him and place my hand in his. His hand is warm, much larger than mine, and gentle.
Miguel smiles as I climb into the tub. The water is warm and welcoming. I ease myself down into the water. When I'm settled, Miguel releases my hand and steps into the tub.
"You nailed the temperature," he says, sitting across from me. Our legs touch. I suck in a sharp breath as an electric feeling shoots through me. I lift my gaze and find Miguel staring at me.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yes," I say. My voice sounds like a nervous little school girl.
"You can stretch your legs out over mine if you need more room."
His hands graze my ankles. It was such a simple touch; however, my nerves wash away. The burning desire returns, making the room feel like a thousand degrees.
"You're taller than me so you are the one who probably needs more room," I reply through ragged breaths. I attempt to scoot over but fail miserably. Miguel chuckles then leans forward, grabs me by my hips, and pulls me over to him. I’m now sitting next to him. He looks down and smiles.
“Better?” he asks, draping his arm behind me on the edge of the tub.
“Yes,” I whisper, staring up into his emerald-colored eyes.
“I had to keep myself from pulling you onto my lap,” he admits softly.
“What stopped you?” I grin. My heart pounds like a rapidly beating drum at my hussy words. My mind is a whirlwind. I know I should retract my words. I’m playing with fire, but damn, the fire never looked so tempting.
Without a single word, Miguel grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. His arms are around me. His face inches from mine. My entire world freezes as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“I’m going to turn off the water and turn on the jets, after that, I’m going to kiss you unless you tell me no,” Miguel says, brushing a finger down my jawline, sending tingles and warmth throughout my body.
He grins slightly then turns off the water. He presses the button on the edge and the jets turn on full force. The sensation of being in Miguel’s arms, the intimacy between us, and the jets pulsating against my body nearly push me over the edge to an orgasm.
I suck in a breath and wrap my arms around Miguel’s neck. My breasts rise and lower heavily, pressed against his chest. His arm around my waist pulls me closer to him.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” His voice is low and raspy. His eyes filled with the intensity of the sun. I melt even more in his arms as he lowers his head and our lips meet for the first time.
An explosion of emotions goes off inside me. My lips part. A silent plea for more of him, which he is happy to oblige. His tongue slips past my lips. The taste of whiskey fills my mouth with each stroke of his tongue.
“Miguel,” I moan, clinging to him for dear life.
“Beautiful, Ysenia,” he murmurs. “So beautiful.”
I shift in his arms. His hard-on pokes against my ass. An ache ignites between my thighs and a fire of desire burns in my heart.
“Miguel.” This time his name rolling off my lips is a whimper. “I need you.”
“Are you–” He doesn’t get another word out. I straddle his waist and kiss him passionately. He hesitates, but only briefly before his tongue is dancing with mine.
My fingers rake across his back. He moans into my mouth and his hold on me tightens. I rock my hips, grinding my ache against him. My movements are slow at first. As the need for Miguel grows, so does my pace.
“Miguel, please…”
He lifts me up and in one quick motion, he sits me down in the water. My legs press against his chest while he works my panties down my hips, and legs, and eventually frees me of them. My hand slips behind my back and I unclasp my bra. Miguel grins then removes my bra and tosses it across the room.
“Later, I want to see all of you spread out across the bed and then I’m going to worship your body, Ysenia,” he informs me, sending chills up and down my spine.
“I look forward to that,” I reply. He chuckles then lowers his hand into the water. He doesn’t touch me. I want to cry out in protest and demand that he takes what I'm offering.
I open my mouth to pout but all thought leaves me because the tip of his cock presses between my legs. My body stretches to fit his size as he slowly thrusts inside me. My back arches, my head falls back, and I cry out. It’s a mixture of guilty pain and pleasure.
"Miguel!" I moan loudly into the air.
