Page 80 of Coming Home Country
This girl. Feisty and defiant one moment, soft and compliant the next.
There wasn’t a side of Bex I didn’t love; each one held a special place in my heart.
She had no clue that she was about to christen this bathtub. For years, it had sat here, unused, waiting for her. Every time I took a shower, I would stare longingly at it, picturing a moment just like this, where I’d get to watch her sink beneath the bubbles, head tilted back with her eyes closed, an expression of bliss on her face as she let the heat relax her, body and soul.
Shifting her in my arms, I added some bubble bath—lavender scented because I knew that was her favorite—then I eased us to standing, tugging down the zipper at the back of her dress.
The silky material fell away, pooling on the floor at Bex’s feet. My dick kicked to life when I saw she hadn’t been lying earlier when she said she wasn’t wearing any panties. Not only that, she’d skipped the bra too.
Some guys preferred their women to be bustier, with tits big enough to fill their hands, but I’d always loved Bex’s perky apple-sized breasts. They were perfectly proportionate with the rest of her lean form. Her curves were subtle, but naked as she was, they were on full display for me alone.
“Come on.” I held my hand out so she could use it to steady herself as she lowered herself into the steaming bath. I took care to keep her casted arm out of the water, guiding it to rest on a towel placed on the edge.
The sweetest moan sounded once she was fully submerged.
I smiled down at the love of my life. “Good?”
“Almost perfect,” she breathed.
My head cocked to the side. “Almost?”
Bex cracked one eye open. “All that’s missing is you.”
“Oh.” The word came out on a surprised huff. Hadn’t been expecting that. “You sure?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her fingertips trailed through the bubbles at the surface.
Well, how could I say no?
I made quick work of my clothes and moved to the side of the tub. Bex’s face was at eye level with my revived erection, and she eyed it with appreciation. The traitor twitched under her focused attention.
Shut it down, man. You already got off once, and the night is still young. Give her a minute to recover.
After mentally telling my dick to settle down, I issued a similar warning to the gloriously wet and naked woman sitting before me. “Don’t even think about it.”
She pushed her lower lip out in a pout and gave me the most innocent, “Please,” while batting her eyelashes.
I slid into the water behind her, settling my back against the curved porcelain and looping my arms around her waist, drawing our bodies flush. “We have all night. No need to rush.”
The little vixen wiggled her bare ass against my hard cock, pulling a groan from deep within my chest.
My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips to keep her steady as I nipped her earlobe. “I still owe you a punishment from earlier, and you’re ready to earn another?”
Her slick form writhed against mine. “God, yes,” she breathed. “Punish me, Tucker.”
The control I clung to was fraying.
She wanted this. I wanted this. Why the hell was I holding back?
Then it struck me. The perfect punishment.
Oh, sweet Bex. Careful what you wish for.
She’d already proven she wasn’t a wilting flower in the bedroom. Though she might curse my name for what I was about to do, I had no doubts she could handle it.
Let the games begin.
“Is that what you really want, Bex?” I rasped in her ear, my hands sliding from her hips to cup her breasts, my thumbs dragging over the stiff peaks.
