Page 54 of Wrapped Up with the Three Scrooges

I reached behind her, unclasping the bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breath hitched as I ran my fingers up her arms, letting my knuckles brush against the sensitive skin of her breasts.

We finished undressing each other, our movements slow and deliberate. When we were finally bare, I took her hand, helping her into the tub. She sank down with a sigh, the water lappingat her shoulders. I sat across from her, and the heat of the water soothed my muscles.

Emery leaned back and closed her eyes. “This feels amazing.” She shifted, her leg brushing against mine under the water. I felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, my body instantly responding to her touch.

She did it again, her foot sliding up my calf, her toes wiggling against my skin. When her foot moved higher, brushing against my inner thigh, I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached out, grabbing her ankle and pulling her toward me.

She let out a surprised gasp, her eyes flying open as I maneuvered her between my legs, her back to my front. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, her body fitting perfectly against mine. She leaned her head back on my shoulder.

My hands glided over her skin, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. She shivered, her body responding to my touch as my fingers brushed the underside of her breasts. I cupped them, my thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under my touch.

Emery moaned, arching into my hands, her ass pressing against my growing erection. I groaned, my body aching with need. I slid one hand down over her stomach, my fingers dipping between her legs. She gasped, her hips bucking as I found her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate movements.

She squirmed as my other hand continued to tease her nipples. Her nails dug into my thigh as she ground her pussy against my fingers.

I kissed along her neck, focusing on the sensitive spot beneath her ear that gave her goosebumps. “Was this what you had in mind when you wanted to take a bath?”

“Y-yes... but... oh God, Ronan... much better,” she panted.

I kept the pressure and motion on her clit steady as her hips rocked against me. “Get nice and wet for me,” I whispered in her ear.

“So… wet… need… more.” Her body was tensing, and I pulled my hand away, her whimper of frustration making my cock jump.

She attempted to turn around, but I held her in place, one hand splayed across her stomach, the other cupping her pussy.

“Here’s what’s going to happen… you’re going to get out of the tub and go turn on the shower.” She whimpered again as I stroked a single finger over her clit. “And then you’re going to sit on the bench facing me, your legs spread wide.”

“Oh, God…” Her stomach hollowed and her hand wrapped around my wrist as I circled her clit once. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Then you’ll show me how you want to be fucked using your fingers.” I moved my finger down to her entrance, barely letting the tip circle it. “And only when I think you’re ready to be filled with my cock will I come join you. Do you understand?”

She nodded, attempting to buck her hips against my hand, which I promptly pulled away. I let my arms rest on the sides of the tub, resisting the urge to give her what she wanted.

“You’re a cruel man.” She huffed and turned over to get onto her knees and stood. “Maybe I’ll use the showerhead.”

“Don’t you dare, and no touching your clit.”

She put her hands on her hips, water dripping from her body. “Andmaybe I’ll be screaming the showerhead’s name instead of yours.”

I laughed, because how could I not? She was perfectly defiant.

As she got out of the tub, her round ass tempted me to join her in the shower right then and there, but I wanted to see her touch herself first.

I struggled to maintain my composure as she turned on the shower and stepped inside. She sat on the bench opposite me, one foot propped up, giving me an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy.

She started slowly, teasing herself with a single finger. A groan rumbled in my chest when she moved her hand up her body, bringing her finger to her mouth. I imagined kissing her, the taste of her pussy on her lips.

My restraint faltered when her hand moved back between her legs, and she began to finger herself. She bit her lip, her eyes meeting mine through the glass wall of the shower that was slowly fogging up.

“Please,” she mouthed, sliding a second finger in. “Fuck me.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer and stood, giving my cock a few hard pumps that had her making a strangled noise loud enough to hear through the glass and over the sound of the water.

As quickly as humanly possible without slipping, I got into the shower, kneeling in front of the bench.

“Ronan,” she gasped, but her protest turned into a moan as I leaned in and sucked her clit into my mouth.

She tasted even better than she had the last time. I licked and sucked at her, alternating between thrusting my tongue into her and flicking her clit. She bucked against my face, her hands fisting in my hair as she ground herself against my mouth.

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