Page 115 of Doing It for Love

“Mmmkay.” He closes his lips around my left nipple peeking from the bubbles, and I try not to move so he doesn’t inhale water too. But I lose concentration about two seconds in.

“Get the other one,” I say, wiggling a little so the twin gets attention as well. Something prickles all the way from my crown to my painted toenails, and I tug on his ass again.

“Number three, four, and five,” he says, leaning up with a wink.

“That’s a good look for you.” I point to the bubbles on his chin. He rubs them onto my face. Then he nudges my thighs open.

“You’re going to drown yourself if you kiss there.”

“I’ll use my wickedly talented fingers.”

“Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh…” There’s Chocolateville in the distance again. Erogenous zone number six is by far my favorite. His thumbs gently massage my inner thighs while his fingers take care of my ass, and I have no idea how he’s keeping his balance with what he’s doing to me.

“Can you come inside now?” I moan, and it takes him two Mississippis to grant my request.

“Mmm…” I muse, settling my arms around his neck.

“What?”

“I’ve never done it in a tub before. The one at home is too small.”

“I’ve done it in there.”

I stop moving my hips with him and give him a look.

“I mean, it was with myself,” he explains, and I laugh. He twitches inside me, and I tap the back of Landon’s head.

“Trying to make me laugh?”

“It’s like a hug.”

“So I’ve heard.”

We start moving again, the slow lap of the water rising enough to spill from the tub. I have to adjust a couple times because my back starts panging, and when I lose concentration I slip too far down into the water.

Landon rests his forehead on mine, letting out a long breath. He’s so sexy, his muscles straining as he keeps himself over me, his nose bumping into mine as he tries to kiss me and grind into me at the same time. He’s mine, damn it. I capture his lips, kissing him as hard and passionately as I can because it feels so good to be here with him. And it doesn’t feel like we’re peas and carrots, or even strawberries and whipped cream right now. It feels like we’re the main course, the meat and potatoes of the entire meal.

I open my eyes when he breaks our kiss to keep pumping into me. There’s a vein in his forehead becoming more and more prominent, and I settle my hands on his smooth jaw.

“Stop.”

He looks back at me, still in the water. “You don’t want to…?”

“Stop overthinking. I’m enjoying this, Landon.”

He drops his head onto my shoulder. “I know. I just…you need to be whipped cream or whatever the hell it was you said, and I’ve already screwed up once and—”

“Landon.”

“Yeah?”

“Play with me.”

He leans up. “What?”

“Just play with me. Have fun.”

The corner of his mouth quirks, and he slides back in the tub, out of me, and pulls me up against him. His hands are on my ass, and he kicks the plug from the drain.

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