Page 583 of One More Kiss

I hold up the shower attachment on the tub. “We can use this.”

He looks at it and smirks. “I suppose we can.”

I glare at him. “I meant to shower.”

His smirk becomes a boyish grin and I roll my eyes. He turns on the water and fills the tub. I dump in bubbles, and he gives me a pointed look.

“What? Come on. Everyone secretly loves bubbles.”

“By everyone, do you mean all people under the age of eight?” he asks.

I put my hands on my hips. “Hey! I take offense to that.”

His eyes darken as he surveys my body and I suddenly feel shy and cross my arms.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he murmurs as he uncrosses them and brings a hand up to palm my right breast. “Never hide these from me. They are perfect.” He leans down and plants a kiss on the top of each breast. “Come on,” he says as he offers me a hand to get into the tub. Once I’m settled, he crawls in behind me and stretches his legs out on either side of me. I lean back against his chest. He grabs the attachment and turns on the spray. “I think we need to make you come, one more time.”

He pushes the attachment under the water between my legs. The jet spray feels so good. He brings his other hand between my legs and parts my folds, causing the water to hit my entrance which he slowly circles with one finger. Fuck, this is so erotic. It feels wrong, yet so right.

He plunges a finger inside me. I’m a little sore, but I want this last orgasm that he’s offering. I can feel his erection against my ass. I grind back against him, and he groans. Slowly we work each other up again until we both start trembling with an orgasm. I lift my arms and bring his face to mine as we both swallow the other’s cries.

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