Page 42 of Culmination
“Someone’s hormonalandhorny,” she retorts.
I rise to my feet. “Since I’m responsible for at least one of those, I suppose it’s my duty to remedy the other.”
Brie’s eyes darken, her irises transforming into luscious pools of molten chocolate as she takes in the sight of my arousal. The way she sucks in her plump bottom limp elicits yet another groan from me, and as much as I’d like to play with her, to take my time, I really want her.
Now.
When she sits up, I step into the tub and slide in behind her, my legs tangling with hers. My hands fall to her belly, where I swear I can already feel a small bump. Brie settles back on my damp chest and I want to revel in the sensation of her wet, bare skin on mine.
“When this is over, when we’re finally settled, I want a giant tub,” she says with a sigh as she trails graceful fingertips along my thigh.
I scoop up the bar of soap and lather it up in my palm. Then I take my time covering every inch of her that I can reach without moving either of us. My lips press against the back of her hair as I lazily caress her breasts. “Baby, as far as I’m concerned, when this is over, you can have whatever you want.”
Just as I’m about to slide the soap down, she grabs my hand and brings it to the base of her neck. “Show me what you’ll do, Rafe, when we’re settled.”
As if I’d argue with that.
“All right, baby, but you’ve gotta stay still,” I tell her.
My hand traces the curve of her neck, back and forth over her collarbone, until I slide them down to knead each breast, one at a time. Brie squirms when I tease her nipples. I pinch slightly, just enough to get the message across. She stills in an instant, but her movements have placed her ass right on my dick, which is so fucking hard that all I want to do is slide into her pussy and take her here and now.
Her breathing turns heavy as my hand travels down to rest between her thighs. When my thumb presses against her clit, she tilts her head to the side, revealing the damp curve of her neck. As much as I want to bite, lick, and suck on her skin, I resist, instead bringing my lips to her ear.
“If I get you a giant tub, I don’t know that I’ll ever want to get out of it,” I growl, and fuck me, the thought has me rock hard.
A shiver runs through her as she pushes back against me. Her arms come up and hook around the back of my head. The movement causes her head to arch back, giving me full access to her throat.
“As if I’d ever complain about that,” she whispers.
Chuckling, I store those words away for future use.
My hand slips between delicate softness, petal-like folds embracing my touch like the most luxurious velvet. I take pleasure in perusing every inch of the warmth between her smooth legs, rubbing up and down while circling her pulsating core. My fingers move faster, working to bring her right to the edge as my other hand covers one breast. She moans when I pinch her nipple a little less gently than usual. She’s practically bucking as my fingers thrust into and out of her.
Water sloshes up and over the edge of the tub with each wild, frenzied arch of her hips. She’s too focused on my hands to even notice. The moment I feel her tighten around my fingers, I gently pull them out. I slide my hand up to her stomach and tenderly press against it, pushing her back against my dick, letting her feel how hard she’s making me right now. Because I am. So fucking hard. And I’m desperate to be inside her, but I’m enjoying the fuck out of this torture and I wonder if I can get her to beg.
“You feel that, sweetheart? Do you feel how much I want you?” I ask, and she nods as she brings her hands down from behind my head.
“Rafe, I want you, too. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Please, don’t leave me like this,” she begs, bringing her own hand between her thighs.
I remove it and grasp her wrist. “I’ve never been a possessive man, Brie. At least, not until you. You’ve changed everything. You’ve changed me.”
And it’s true. I’ve never felt this possessive over a woman, but then again, I haven’t had one I actually cared about until now. I want to be the only man in her life. The only one to give her everything she deserves: love, pleasure, safety. She’s mine and there’s nothing I won’t do to keep it that way.
“Rafe,” she pants. “I want to come. Please,” she begs.
I revel at both the words and the way she’s squirming and squeezing her thighs together as if she’s trying to find her own relief.
And fuck, as much as I want to fuck her, I’m just not ready. Not when she’s here, in my arms, pliant and begging. I want just a little bit more. I want to—no, I have to—show her there’s so much more to be than making love. I want to play. I want to fuck. I want to fight.
Most of all, I want to forget all the turmoil. I wantherto forget it all, too.
“Baby, you know I’m all about watching you make yourself come, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m the one giving you pleasure. The more you try and take care of yourself, the longer I’m going to draw it out.”
Brie stills instantly.
“Good girl.”
And what do you know? She’s compliant throughout my torturous trails along her skin—and wickedly karma finds that the tortured one turns from her to me. I barely make it from the bath to the bed before I sink inside her, animalistic pride swelling in my chest when she breathes a sigh of relief and she tightens around my cock.
