Page 35 of Conflagration
I just hope I’ll be able to live through the heartbreak.
“BABY, GET your ass in here!” I yell from the bathroom, wondering where in the hell my woman is. She drew a bath for me, helped me into it, and then disappeared. I haven’t seen her since.
“I’m busy!” I hear from somewhere off in the house.
If it weren’t for my bum leg, which is hanging out over the edge of the tub, I’d get out and stalk her until I got her all wet. And then I’d punish her for making me wait by getting her wet in a different sense—and then make her wait, too.
“Woman, did I ask you a question?” My growl echoes in the bathroom and I’m answered with silence. “Don’t make me come after you!” I shout, though I know there’s no way I could. It’s an idle threat, but I grin when I hear her shuffling into the room. Even after a month of this same game, it works like a fucking charm every damn time.
She leans against the doorframe of the bathroom, glaring at me. She’s wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts. Her arms are crossed, which causes her breasts to push up, and the shirt rises just enough to give me just the smallest peek at her smooth, pink pussy. My eyes lock in on the sight and my dick grows, silently begging me to demand entrance.
“You bellowed?” she asks.
I crook my finger, beckoning for her to come closer. Even though she rolls her eyes, she pushes off the frame and sits at the edge of the tub, careful not to touch my leg as she slides hers into the water beside me.
Sighing as I sit up, I roll my eyes and then hand her a washcloth. “We’ve been doing this every single day. And every single day, when I’m ready for you, you’re not here. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re doing it on purpose,” I say accusingly.
She takes the cloth out of my hand, desire flashing in her eyes as they rake over my naked body. “Maybe I am,” she whispers, sucking in her bottom lip. “Maybe I like how you make me pay for it later.”
My hand moves up and slips beneath the shirt, finding her already wet. “You do, don’t you, baby?” I murmur, watching as her eyes slowly close as I work my finger in and out of her tight cunt.
“Oh God, yes. I love it. I love how you make me feel,” she breathes out, gasping when my thumb pushes down on her hard clit. “You know just how to touch me, Branson. Don’t ever stop.”
As if I could, I think as I continue to work her over, not stopping until her fingers are gripping the porcelain, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy. Just when I know she’s close, I lean in and nibble on her clit, a low moan escaping her lips. Her hand comes down to grip my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin just as her orgasm washes over her. The taste of her arousal is sweet on the tip of my tongue, and I lap at her pussy, wanting to drink in every last drop.
After one last kiss to her sweetest spot, I rest my back against the tub and watch as she slowly comes down from that high, looking satisfied—a look I’m becoming quite used to. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than Ariana right after she comes. Just knowing she’s in a place of ecstasy because of me makes my heart—no, my dick—swell with pride.
Her eyes flutter open, her cheeks a rosy shade of pink. “That…that was unexpected,” she whispers.
My hand grazes down her bare thigh, and she shivers. “Yeah, well, I’m in a giving mood.”
She laughs then looks down at my erection poking out of the water. I catch her wrist as she goes to grasp it. She looks at me, puzzled, gasping when I pull her on top of me, not caring that I’m soaking her shirt.
“I know I give you shit every morning, but I want you to know I appreciate the hell out of what you’re doing for me, baby.”
Her wet breasts push against my chest, and she rocks against my erection. With my leg hanging out of the tub, the position is awkward, but I’m still turned the hell on —which has become my perpetual state of being since my parents brought us home from the hospital.
“It’s not like it’s a hardship, Branson,” she tells me before she rocks again. “Okay, I take that back. But it’s one hardship I’m more than willing to handle.” Her hand slides in between us and she grips my cock, a hungry look filling her eyes.
“And I love how willing you are to handle it,” I growl as I use my foot to pull the drain to empty the tub. “I mean it, Ariana,” I insist, my eyes boring into hers. “Over the past few weeks, you’ve taken care of me in a way no one ever has. And you had no reason to do it other than that’s just the type of person you are.”
“Don’t go declaring me for sainthood, Branson. I’m no Mother Teresa. I wouldn’t help just anyone bathe every single morning. And every morning, the baths wouldn’t end like this.”
My hands move over her body, one sliding down to rest on her ass, the other coming up to play with an errant strand of hair that’s resting on her face. “It’s definitely a huge help. If it weren’t for you, it’d be Mom over here helping me, and I’d have gone crazy with her hovering. Not to mention, bath time wouldn’t be nearly as interesting.”
She laughs. “Oh, no, it definitely wouldn’t have been as much fun either. I’m actually going to miss this.”
“Baby, just because I’m getting my cast off today doesn’t mean bath time is over forever. The bathtub isn’t going anywhere. But you do know what this means, right?” I ask, my dick twitching with anticipation of what’s to come as soon as this damn cast is off. There are so many possibilities, and even though I’ve spent the last month exploring Ariana’s sexual side, being more mobile is going to open us up to a whole new world of fun.
She gives me a confused look. “What does it mean?”
A huge grin spreads over my face as my fingers dig into her ass. “It means we get to graduate to shower sex. And if you get cleared, you can finally start riding me without having to worry about this,” I tell her, my hand moving up the side of her abdomen to where the raised, pink scar from her surgery is.
“I’ll cross my fingers for good news. Don’t get me wrong. I love how creative you’ve gotten, but it’s about time for me to get my cowgirl on. Don’t you think?” she asks, nibbling on her lower lip, trying not to grin.
“Woman, if you get the okay, I’ll lie back and let you take control. At least once.”
“Mmmhmm. I’ll believe that when I see it. Even now when I’m on top, you grip my hips and still do all the work,” she reminds me playfully before pushing up and getting out of the tub.
