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But his touch eases all the hurt I have been feeling as he pushes another finger inside of me, his curved digits stroking me deep and slow while his thumb now rubs my clit in dizzying circles. The water softly splashes against the sides of the bath as I chase my release.
“Who do you belong to, Lily?”
“You,” I moan, deepening our kiss, the fire between us no longer dying and cooling down. It’s burning brighter and hotter than ever.
“Show me then.” His mouth finds my ear. “Show me I’m the only man who knows your beautiful body.”
I grab his hand between my legs, sandwiching it between my pussy and my tight grip, fucking it as my orgasm builds fast.
His hot and heavy breaths against my neck send shivers across my skin, my body humming with happiness as he licks, then bites the skin of my throat.
My head flung back, I cry out as my orgasm weaves a path of intense release through my core, my inner walls clenching around his fingers as he holds them deep.
My body burning for him, I come.
In a moment of total surrender, the tension I’ve been feeling between us explodes into earth shattering pleasure. My climax rips through me, and a sound I don’t recognize escapes from my throat as I find the release I need.
Ash frantically kisses me, swallowing my moans of joy. “You’re beautiful when you come,” he says between kisses.
Like a rag doll, my body feels jelly-like as my particles of pleasure float off, evaporating into the air.
I grab the neck of his tee shirt, scrunching it into a ball, soaking it through, devouring his mouth.
The sex we have has always been incredible. I want to feel him again. I want all of him. I want us to go back to the way things were.
The passion, the heat, the fire, it’s been burning slowly away in the background. All that’s left is dying embers, but tonight he took the lighter, sparked the fire, reigniting what’s always been there.
Ding.
The timer from the oven goes off.
“Dinner’s ready.” He smiles against my lips.
My stomach rumbles at that exact moment.
“I think someone’s hungry,” he chuckles.
I release the fabric of his tee from my clenched fist. “I’m starving.” For more than just food, but it’s too soon. I lick my lips and stare at his. I know what he can do with that mouth, and I’ve missed our closeness and intimacy.
The rapport and kinship between us are what made us unique.
Us.
“I’ve been a fool, Lily. What was I doing, letting you slip through my fingers?”
Unsure if I should answer, I keep my mouth shut. We need to talk things through, although he’s told me not yet. Three times. I guess I need to be patient. Something I’ve become good at. But we can’t fix what’s broken if he doesn’t talk to me about how he is feeling and figure out how we move forward.
He rests his forehead against mine. “I’ll serve dinner,” he whispers, his voice heavy with regret, then he presses his lips to the tip of my nose. “I’ll see you at the table, Mrs. Johansson. Dry preferably, you’re soaking.”
“Doesn’t matter if I dry my body with a towel. I’m always wet for you in other places, Mr. Johansson,” I lower my voice and say, against the shell of his ear.
He groans and drops his head on my shoulder. “Fuck, you make me so hard.”
“Time for dinner,” I sing sweetly, stand up, and step out of the bathtub, being careful not to slip.
Grabbing the towel, I look back at him over my shoulder as I leave him there, noticing how he’s rearranging himself, adjusting his cock inside his jeans. I chuckle to myself at the pained expression clear on his face.
Feeling happier than I have in a long time, I skip to the bedroom. This is the most time we’ve spent together in months. And one thing is very clear.
