Page 10 of Queen of The Reapers
“Lean back.” I order, my voice rough and demanding. She obliges almost immediately and stretches her body across the length of the tub.
Abandoning the washcloth, I move my bare hands towards her scalp and lather her hair with shampoo.
“It smells like you.” She mumbles, her eyes still closed as I massage her scalp.
“I have a s… scent?”
“Mm hmm, like a mysterious forest. Grassy & woodsy, with a hint of something exotic.”
I give her a grunt of a laugh and continue washing her hair. Her body is on full display and I’m having a hard fucking time staying a gentleman. With every move I make, the peaks of her nipples float above and below the surface of the water, calling to me like a fucking siren.
She releases another moan again, this time a little louder, and I watch her tongue flick out to moisten her bottom lip.
“Join me.” She says, out of the blue.
My hands still and I stare at her for a beat to make sure I’m not imagining things.
“Hmm?”
“Craning my neck like this is a little hard,” she says, blinking her eyes open, “it’ll be easier if you’re in here with me. Besides, there’s plenty of room for the both of us.”
It isn’t the space I’m worried about.
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I’m notsure if he’s unable to argue against my reasoning or if he simply chooses not to. Either way, Tristan stands to his full height and strips off his clothes. It’s not supposed to be a show, but his movements feel slow and seductive, as if time is moving differently.
Every pop of a button and every slide of a zipper reveals more and more ink coated skin and I can’t help but marvel at the beauty that is Tristan’s body. His golden skin is stretched tightly over powerful cords of muscle from the top of his thick shoulders to bottom of his muscular legs. His tattoos are placed with intention, highlighting the hard ridges of his chest and stomach and disappearing right before his mouth-watering v. His cock is perfect too, thick, long, and impossibly hard as it awaits my undivided attention. Tristan is a living god and I’ve never been more ready to praise him.
I push off the edge of the tub and glide backwards, giving him ample space to join me. The air in the room is fragrant, hot, and sticky, and when Tristan levels his emerald eyes on me, I can feel the heat rushing from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. I slink back deeper into the water, trying to disguise the hunger that’s written all over my face. I’ve never craved this man so badly before.
Tristan steps into the water, and it’s as if I’m watching a scene in a movie. The overhead light shines down on him, casting every single inch of his muscular physique in hard shadows and light. Even in his fully exposed state, he doesn’t look vulnerable; he looks like he’s headed into battle. His lips are set in a hard line, and his chiseled jaw is tilted up. Despite his closed off nature, nothing about this man is shy or timid. His movements are deliberate and his intentions are clear. Tristan wants to feast and I’m the only thing on the menu.
My eyelids grow heavy and my teeth sink into my bottom lip as he slowly inches his way towards me. Even the hot tendrils of steam can’t seem to resist his charm. They rise from the water and swirl around him, almost as if they, too, were pulled in by his gravitational force. He sees my reaction and a sinister grin forms on his lips. He has me in the palm of his hands and he knows it.
Tristan sinks his head under the water and disappears, only to resurface within a hair's breadth away from me. Tiny beads of water trickle down the strong planes of his face, gliding off of his long, thick lashes and dribbling down his almost too full lips. His green eyes pin me with a primal stare and I know that neither of us can stop what’s about to happen.
Our lips crash into each other in a violent collision. Tension, rage, and lust spill out between us as we lick, bite, and conquer each other’s mouths with staggering force.
“You’re a pain in the fucking ass.” Tristan grunts, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip.
“So are you.” I groan, fisting fingers full of his hair as I dive in for another violent kiss.
I feel his cock harden underneath me and I instinctively grind against him as if it’s the most natural thing to do. Tristan pulls back and smirks, studying me as he dips his hand beneath us and opens the drain.Last chance,his eyes seem to say, as if I have any actual choice in the matter. I was fucked the second I asked him to join me. Now, there’s no way in hell I’m stopping this now.
Our bodies mold against each other again in a tangle of limbs and slippery skin. The way we touch each other feels possessive, raw, and consuming. We needed this. This exchange of power. This battle of wills.
As the water plummets around us, I sink my hand beneath the shallow surface and wrap my fingers around his enormous cock. He’s so hard and thick with need, and I can’t wait any longer. I angle his cock towards my entrance and wince a little when the head breaks through. The stretch feels impossible, but I don’t stop. I need to feel him pulse inside of me. I need to know that this is real. That everything happening between us isn’t just a fever dream.
I pivot my hips slightly and lower myself on the full length of his cock, soaking up the delicious pressure and fullness I feel as he slides all the way in. Tristan’s head falls back, and he releases a rough groan as his large hands palm my ass. His fingers painfully grip my ass as he guides my hips up and down and up and down.
“Fuck, Baby. Just like that.” He murmurs. “Just like that.”
He leans my body forward and catches one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down with just the right pressure. He flicks his tongue against my nipple and my body jolts, sending a cocky smirk to his face. He does it again as he pumps into me and my head lulls. Loving my reaction, he picks up his tempo and does it again.
Flick and fuck. Flick and fuck. Flick and fuck.
We get into a rhythm that is so goddamn divine, so utterly earth-shattering that my body gives out and I become nothing more than a toy for Tristan to fuck.
