Page 61 of Inferno

“Yeah, baby. This is just… different.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. It’s perfect. Lying with him is the most relaxed I have ever been in my life.

“A good different?” I question, and his arms tighten around my waist.

“The best kind.”

He grabs the sponge and tips my head back, gently squeezing the warm water over my hair.

And when he massages my head, I nearly lose it. That is orgasm worthy in itself.

“Keep moaning and I can’t be held responsible for what I’ll do next,” he growls, and a grin twitches on my lips.

So I let out an even louder moan as he washes out my hair gently.

He pours the water over my face and I squeeze my eyes shut.

The next thing I know, he lifts me in the air, ducks under the surface of the water, and my ass hovers above his head. Using my hands, I lean forward and lift myself up so he can breathe.

“Let me tell you something now. If I want to drown in this tub while eating your sweet pussy, that’s exactly how I’ll go out. Sit the fuck down and let a man eat.” He slaps my ass and I do as he says.

He must have lifted his head slightly out of the water, because this man devours me.

Sucking, biting, and licking until I’m seeing stars, gripping for dear life on the side of the tub.

“Oh, my god,” I pant out.

“Come on, heartbreaker. Drown me. Soak me. Come all over my tongue and let me clean it all up again.”

So I do. I let my hips roll to his rhythm, and I climax again. Earth shattering to the point I’m shaking.

I almost want to cry. Not from sadness, just from feeling totally and completely worshipped.

Once we finish up in the bath, he helps me dry off and gives me one of his t-shirts, which ends up looking like a dress on me.

“I said ‘till sunrise. That means, we get to cuddle,” he tells me, wrapping his arm around me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I didn’t have you down as a cuddler. Let me guess, you want to be the little spoon too?” I lean my head back on his pec and look up at him, pressing a kiss on his stubbly jaw.

“My dick wants to be wedged between your asscheeks all night, so no, big spoon for me.”

He presses a kiss on my throat, and my eyes flutter closed; the faint sound of the waves crashing fills the room as we watch them from the glass window.

Turning in his arms, I wrap mine around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. His hands find their place on my throat as he deepens it, moaning in my mouth.

“Fuck. I don’t want this to end,” he mutters between kisses, and my heart sinks.

“Me neither.”

“Let’s talk in the morning. We need some sleep,” he whispers against my lips.

Part of me wants to stay in his arms forever.

It feels like home. Like the other half I’ve been searching for.

Someone who sees me. Beyond who I was forced to be.

But the rational part of my brain knows this is a fantasy.

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