Page 93 of Loved By You

Ria

“Oh, my God, I am never leaving this place,” I say, sinking lower into the bathtub, bubbles overflowing, and the scent of lavender and eucalyptus filling the bathroom from the bath oils and candles we've lit. The bathroom is a stunning off-white with gold hardware on the cabinets and has that luxury farmhouse vibe. This bath could happily house a family of four and I need to work out how to fit one of these in my bathroom at home.

We had the most incredible two days at his parents’ lake house. We even FaceTimed them to catch up. I hadn’t spoken to his parents since I was a teen, but Jayne and Andy were just as sweet and kind as I remember. My heart melted when they asked about the girls, and it was very clear from their questions that Jack had been updating them.

He massages the balls of my feet and I lean over to take the glass of champagne. The cold rim of the glass is a welcoming feeling against my hot mouth. I drink it down, the condensation from the champagne flute trickling down my fingers as I place it back down on the bath tray.

“That feels good,” I hum, my eyes fluttering closed, as I rotate my foot in Jack's hands.

“I've got something else that would feel good,” he murmurs in a low, husky voice. I open my eyes to his gaze is fixed on me.I know that look.

God, did it just get 100 degrees hotter in here?

“Come here,” he says, his voice low, gesturing for me to sit in between his legs. I turn round in the bath, position myself between his legs, and lean back against his firm chest. My head falls slightly to the left, and he presses soft open mouth kisses to my neck, while his hands come up to my shoulders and massage my tight muscles.

“You are so tight, sweetheart,” he says in between kisses.

My body tingles at his words. I press myself into him harder, his erection pressing into the small of my back.

His hands slide forward and begin kneading my breasts, filling his large hands. His expert fingers rub and tease my nipples and my body starts to writhe beneath his touch.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers, and without a second thought, my fingers find my clit.

“Fuck,” he grunts, tweaking my nipples a little harder, earning a gasp from me. I quicken the movement of my fingers on my clit as I rotate my hips.

Without warning, his hands leave my nipples, and in one quick motion, are on my hips, lifting me so I’m standing. He rises out of the tub, trickles of water rolling down his golden torso, his abs flexing as he wipes a hand over his face and through his wet hair.A wave of cold air hits my skin from the open window, a slight shiver rolling through me.

“On your knees,” he growls. I lower myself back down into the tub. “Hands on the edge of the bath.” His breathing is uneven as he settles behind me. Goosebumps scatter across my body, excitement surging through me.

I grip the edge of the bathtub, looking out the window, out across the lake to the neighboring house.

God, I hope they can't hear us.

“Good girl,” he says and slaps my ass cheek. A jolt of pleasure pulses through me.

The water sloshes around as Jack adjusts his position in the bath. My breathing quickens as a hot flush creeps across my skin as I wait impatiently for his next move. I wiggle my hips in a silent plea for him to touch me. When it doesn’t come, I turn my head just as he sips the glass of champagne, his throat working with a quick swallow. The clear liquid clings to his lips as his tongue slowly swipes across them and heat pools in my belly. My eyes scan down his muscular frame, watching the tiny beads of water roll down his toned abs down to his Adonis belt. He takes another gulp, draining the glass and my eyes meet his as he places it back down, giving me a wink.

His calloused hands grip my hips, tilting them, the cool air hitting my sex. Before I register what’s happening, cold liquid trickles in the crack of my ass, rolling down my thighs and coating my folds just as cool lips press against my warm center. I gasp, the sensation from the steamy water beneath me and the champagne cooling my skin, makes me feel dizzy with pleasure. My body involuntarily rolls forward, seeking pressure, causing water to spill onto the tiled floor. He stills my hips with a firm grip and begins to suck and lick at my clit. I’ve never done this at this angle before and holy shit, it feels all kinds of dirty and hot.

The warmth of his tongue has my eyes rolling, and my hips grinding down onto his face.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, and I can feel him smile against my entrance.

The fucker. He knows what he’s doing to me. His tongue pushes inside me and his hand leaves my hip, sliding in between my thighs. It’s a sensory overload. Firm fingers rubbing my clit, his expert tongue in and out of my pussy at a deliciously punishing pace. I grip the edge of the bathtub with white knuckle force as my orgasm builds.

“Jack, I’m almost there,” I pant as his tongue swirls inside me, making my legs feel weak. I don’t know how much longer I can hold this position. Just as my orgasm almost reaches its peak, he swipes his tongue over my asshole and I cry out in surprise at the move and at how good it felt. My ass has always been an off-limits area, but I think I’d explore that with Jack.

The water splashes again as he gets on his knees. His mouth presses kisses up my spine, making me shudder in pleasure. He reaches my shoulder and grips my chin, turning it to face him. Crashing his lips to mine, biting down on my lower lip, I groan. Breaking the kiss, I inhale sharply, like he’s just sucked the air from my lungs.

“You are so fucking perfect, Ri.” His voice is gravelly and low and I swear I could climax just from the sound. Before I can respond, he slams into me from behind and I jolt forward. The more we’ve had sex, Jack has got a little rougher with me and I am not mad about it. I don’t want to be treated like I’m breakable. I want it like this and he’s giving that to me.

My core tightens around him with every punishing thrust he gives me. My back arches as I throw my head back, screaming in pleasure, begging for more so loudly, I am sure the entire lake hears me.

“You like that, baby?” he teases.

“Oh, my God, Jack, they’re gonna hear us.” I sound hysterical, clearly teetering on the edge of pleasure or insanity. I can’t decipher which.

“Good,” he grunts. “I want them to know who you belong to. I wanna hear you scream my fucking name.”

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