Page 59 of Justice

She found a bottle of wine in his kitchen and borrowed some bubble bath from Laura, who showed her how to turn on the jets in the tub. With her glass of wine and vanilla scented bubbles, Justice turned on some music, filled the tub with the hottest water she could stand and sunk her body beneath the bubble filled water.

Justice allowed her mind to fall empty, losing herself in the soft jazz and buzz from the wine. When she’d had enough of the massaging jets, she turned them off, letting the water cool as her muscles began to feel like jelly.

She knew she should get out of the tub, clean up her mess and head back down to her apartment. However, the moment she made up her mind to pull the plug, the music lowered, and a gentle touch ran down her naked arm.

Opening her eyes, she found Drake kneeling beside the tub, wearing his undershirt, the muscles she felt every time she held him flexing before her.

“Hey, you’re home.”

“Yes, and you’re naked.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows as his hand dipped below the water, brushing the back of his knuckles against the side of her leg.

“Did you have a good trip?” She questioned, not certain if her curiosity would be welcomed.

“I got you something.” And there was her answer, no discussing business.

“Oh really, what?”

Using the hand outside of the tub, he opened his fist, revealing what looked to be a key-fob. “Drake, you didn’t.”

Running his hand up her thigh, and over her hip, “Boston is a large town, and I’m not always available to take you where you need to go. I saw this while I was away, and thought of you.”

Justice sat up, not caring if he saw her naked breasts and captured his lips with hers. Drake had been cautious with Justice, letting her set the pace when it came to intimacy. Her intentions when she initiated this kiss was a solid thank you, but as he touched her bar back, and her nipples encountered the cool air of the room, the passion and intensity changed.

Justice pushed herself to her knees in the tub, fisting the hair at the back of Drake's head as she licked his bottom lip, silently asking for permission to come in and taste him. His hand dropped from her hip to between her knees, and she spread her legs slightly in anticipation of him touching her higher.

“Show me what you like,” Drake said breathlessly, his voice full of want.

“What?” Justice pulled back from the kiss, confused as to what he meant by showing him.

“Take my hand and guide me to where you want me.”

“But you already know what you want.” She retorted, slightly irritated at his lack of initiative.

“You’re right, I do know what I want. I'm asking what you like, how do you like to be touched?”

Justice pushed away from him, her emotions bubbling up and threatening to explode. No one had ever bothered to ask her what she liked, always taking what they needed and leaving.

“I…I don’t know.” She admitted, slightly embarrassed considering her sexual history.

“Justice, your whole adult life you’ve been told what to do by prison wardens and guards. You’ve never had the opportunity to explore what it's like to have someone who wants to make you feel as good as you do them. Which is why I think you are unable to come.”

He was right, this incredible man had made her look at herself, and see she had always taken care of others, but never expected anything for her.

“I like your knuckles on my thigh, and the way the scruff on your face at the end of the day feels on my neck.”

Drake pulled his hand from the water, letting the water dribble on top of her breast, slowly tracing the tiny rivulets racing toward her nipple.

“You have beautiful breasts, Justice.” Circling her nipple with his finger, “Does this feel good?”

She’d always associated her tits with Stone and the horrible way he’d abused them. But Drake’s touch was different, soft and yet firm.

“Yes,” she told him, reaching up and moving his hand down past the level of the water, to the junction of her thighs. Looking into his eyes, she circled her clit with his finger, feeling the heat as it built up in her core.

“I want to taste you, Justice. Will you let me lick your pussy?”

Justice answered him by standing up, the water from the tub rushing off her in waves. Drake stared up at her for the briefest of moments, before standing and removing her from the tub by her waist.

She was sopping wet as he laid her across his bed, ignoring her protests of ruining his comforter. Drake silenced her by spreading her knees and lapping at her slit.

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