Page 67 of In Full Bloom

“From memory, so do you,” I say, moving back as his fingers slip free from my hair. “Now, get in here with me.”

I slide forward in the tub and Dallas gingerly climbs in behind me. When he settles back, he wraps his uninjured arm around my waist and hauls me back into him. His rock hard shaft presses into my ass and he wriggles so it’s not poking me quite so aggressively. Time for that later.

I lean back against his hard body, resting my head on his shoulder and revel in the feeling that flows through me as he presses a gentle kiss to my temple.

“We can take this as fast or as slow as you like,” he says into my hair, the breath of his words whispering along my temple. “I just need you to be a little more sure before we tell Sadie.”

I nestle into him. “I understand about Sadie, but I hope we don’t have to take things too slowly.” I jerk my hips back, feeling the pressure of his cock press into me.

Dallas lets out a low grunt. “You know the best thing about hurting my arm?”

“What’s that?” I ask, confused at the abrupt change in topic.

“That it was my left arm.” With that, his right hand clamps down on my thigh. He lifts my leg, hooking it over his, spreading me wide open.

Dallas keeps his bandaged arm out of the water, and instead threads his fingers into my hair, holding my head in place against his shoulder.

I whimper as his right hand leisurely strokes between my knee and hip, straying ever closer to where I want it. He teases me relentlessly, until I turn my head and bite the soft skin of his neck, sucking it into my mouth to soothe the pain away.

“I thought you’d be accomplished enough to use either arm,” I say into his ear, my voice a breathless moan.

“Oh, I am, princess. I’m just better with my right.”

And finally, he places his hand flat over my pussy and presses down.

I moan and thrust my hips up, chasing the pressure, chasing the release I’m going to find from it.

He brushes another gentle kiss across my forehead. It’s a stark contrast to the two fingers that find my clit and twirl in a tight circle.

“More,” I pant.

“Not yet,” he whispers back. “We have time.”

“I’ve waited long enough,” I say. “Either fuck me with your hand, or I’m going to have to do it myself … on your cock.”

His grips tightens in my hair, until it’s almost painful, but I relish the way I affect him, especially when he slides his hand lower and slides a finger inside me.

“More,” I say again.

“Impatient, are we?”

“Obviously.”

He chuckles in my ear and the warm sound, the affection in it, shoots straight to the spot his hand is, right as he adds a second finger.

I arch back, the sound I make incoherent and raw.

“Ride them,” he whispers.

I bear down and twist my hips, rolling them until the pressure is just right and I’m a shaking, sobbing mess, only upright because Dallas is holding me tight against him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, between more soft, gentle kisses. “Now, up.”

He withdraws his hand and I moan at the loss.

Immediately, he’s helping me up and turning me with sure but gentle hands until my ass is on the edge of this fancy antique bathtub, Dallas kneeling between my legs.

“You good?” he murmurs, pressing more kisses to my skin, this time along my thigh. I nod shakily. “Don’t slip,” he says.

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