“So the same thing we have now.” Perhaps a stupid question, but I have to know the parameters. To see what he believes we’ve had at my place and what it means to him.
“Yes.” His hands inch north until his thumbs press against my breasts. “Just more space, more closet space, more kitchen space. A tub just like this.”
“Ooo, I like that,” I say as I shift against his lap, feeling him stir alive. “Have you used it?”
“Only for sore muscles, never like this.” His thumbs now pass over my nipples. “Never with someone else.”
I rub my clit against his length. “Never had sex in it?”
His eyes darken. “Never.”
Reaching between us, I take his cock in my hand and gently stroke it up and down before sitting up and placing him at my entrance. “Are you opposed to it?”
“No,” he says, his voice desperate as I slowly lower on top of him. “Fuck,” he whispers once he’s all the way inside me. “Penny, nothing has ever felt this good. Fucking nothing.”
“Same,” I say when I rest my hands on his shoulders, angling myself better so his cock hits me in just the right spot. “No one has ever made me come the way you do.” Nor made me feel so sexy and treasured.
He growls right before latching on to my neck with his lips. “Tell me you want to move in, Penny.” He kisses up my neck to my ear. “Tell me when we get back, we can pack you up. Tell me you want me just as much as I want you.”
“I want you,” I say breathlessly. “So much, Eli.”
“Then say it.” He moves me up and down on his lap now, my stomach rubbing against his. “Say you’ll stay with me.”
My hand falls to the back of his neck, keeping him close as I thrust up and down on his cock. “I want to move in,” I say, the answer to his question feeling right.
“Promise me,” he says, our pace picking up as water sloshes around us.
“I promise, Eli.”
He pulls away from my neck and moves his lips to my breast. “You’re mine,” he says right before wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking the nub.
As I move over him, slowly, his sentiment rings through my head.
You’re mine.
You’re mine.
I feel that truth, now more than ever, as he holds me close. Never letting up on his grip, he kisses me and loves on me more than he ever has. His lips explore my body from my breasts to my collarbone to my mouth, where his tongue laps at mine, only for him to return to my jaw, back down my neck, and to my breasts again.
The sensation of him not being able to get enough and needing more blazes through me, lighting me up.
“I need more,” I say to him, my fingers sifting through his short strands.
“Different position?” he asks me.
I nod. “Yes. From behind.”
My favorite position.
He lifts me off him and then helps me out of the tub. He emerges from the water, droplets dripping from his gorgeous skin and his rock-hard cock. I roll my teeth over my lip just as he steps up behind me, and bends me over so I’m holding the edge of the tub.
His hand smooths over my backside while he lines his cock up with my entrance. Angling me up, he enters me in one smooth stroke. I call out his name from the thrust and then drop my head as he continues to work in and out of me. Aware of what I like, he reaches forward and pinches my nipple between his fingers. The harsh but satisfying sensation sends a flood of pleasure through me, causing me to moan louder than I should. He told me to be quiet, but everything feels so heightened, and it’s hard not to express how he’s making me feel.
“God, Eli, you’re so good.”
“That’s right, baby. Tell me how you feel.”
He thrusts, and I groan some more. “Your cock is so big. It makes me feel so full.”
Another thrust as his hand falls to my pussy, where he presses this thumb to my clit, and I scream out his name, forgetting all about common decency. “Eli . . . oh God, I’m going to come.”
“Me . . . too,” he says just as his pace picks up, and together we push and pull, taking what we need, our climax building and building and building until our orgasms crash together, our names falling off our tongues.
His hips still, I feel him deep inside me, while my pussy contracts around his length. We stay like that for a few more seconds before he slowly lowers his lips to my back and presses a kiss. When he stands and removes himself, he turns me around and pulls me into a hug, one hand around my back, the other cradling my head.