With one hand still entwined in my hair, she used her other hand to grab hold of my wrist, pulling my arm to position it, so my soap-covered palm cupped one of her breasts. I nearly groaned as my fingers slid over her pebbled nipple. Pinching the hardened nub, I felt a shiver rock her body as she moaned. Trailing my mouth down the line of her neck, I tasted the divot near her collarbone and nipped along the curve of her shoulder.
“Derek…” she sighed. The sound of my name on her lips was like a fragmentary caress that ended in private agony. When she tried to turn and face me, I stopped her, keeping her back firmly against the side of the tub.
“No. Just stay still and relax.”
I wanted to explore for just a little while longer and savor this sweet moment. When I brought my other hand around, so I could cup both breasts at the same time, I captured her startled cry with my mouth as I rolled the tight peaks between my fingers. Her back arched, searching for more. I complied, sliding one hand down the tight curve of her side, under the water, until my fingers reached the folds I’d barely had time to explore. I couldn’t wait for the day I’d finally get to taste her—to explore every nook and crevice of her most intimate parts with my tongue—but for now, I would give her this.
I slid the pad of one finger gently over her clit. Her back bowed as an elicited gasp wrenched from her throat.
“Oh, God!”
As I parted her center and slowly sank one finger inside her heated well, a sharp hiss escaped me. She was so damn tight. I slid another finger in, stroking her inner walls while my thumb traced slow, leisurely circles over the pulsing bundle of nerves. Her soft, mewing sighs echoed through the steam-filled bathroom as she slowly built up to the most delicate climax I’d ever witnessed. It was only a matter of minutes before she began to clench around me.
“That’s it. Let go,” I whispered into her ear. “I want to feel you pulse around my fingers, for you to feel all the things I was meant to make you feel.”
Her head lolled side to side as she pushed up against my hand. I pumped faster, deep and firm, searching for the release she so desperately wanted to give. I used my other hand to pull and pinch at one of her straining nipples. Her soft cries changed to breathless pleas as I drove her higher and higher. I felt her body stiffen and heard her sharp intake of breath. When she came, she screamed out my name, and it was the most magnificent fucking thing I’d ever heard.
My cock strained in my pants, and I thought I might come on the spot. I wanted nothing more than to pull her from the tub and fuck her senseless, right here on the floor. My need was so hot, I couldn’t even think straight. This woman was turning me inside out.
But I could not give in to anything that might mess this up. I’d relaxed her body and her mind enough, she wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t want her to have any regrets in the morning. That worry was the only thing that forced me to pull my fingers from the clutches of her body. I allowed my hands to linger over her lush, glorious tits for just a second longer before reining in my mad desire and resolving to do exactly as I’d promised.
Unwillingly tearing my mouth from hers, I cradled her upturned face between my palms. Seeing the expression of pure contentment on her face was more than enough for me for tonight—just being with her in any way would always be enough.
“Come on, Sparky. It’s late. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Wait, what about—”
“Shhh…I made you a promise and I intend to keep it.”
Her eyes searched mine, and a hurricane of emotion swirled in her eyes, the sea of blue thrashing like waves in a storm. After a few moments, her eyes cleared, and she nodded.
“You’re right. Are you going to stay the night?” she asked quietly.
“Only if you want me to.”
“Yes, I think I’d like that.”
I helped Gianna out of the tub, then wrapped her in a towel. My arms banded tightly around her and I hauled her to my chest, lifting her petite body until she was cradled in my arms. Her warm hands slipped around my neck to hold on, even though I had no intention of ever letting her go. I kissed her softly, not removing my lips from hers until we entered the bedroom.
I slowly lowered her to the bed as if she might break—as if we might break. This moment was so fragile, and I didn’t want to do anything that could shatter it. Casting my eyes around the room, I looked for a pair of pajamas or anything else she may sleep in. If I was spending the night, my will power was only so strong. There was no way I could keep my hands off her for an entire night if she was lying naked beside me in bed.
“Do you have pajamas somewhere?” I asked.
“Over there. On the chair in the corner. The pink sleep shirt.”
I grabbed the shirt and stretched the hem to position it over her head.
“Arms up.”
“You surprise me,” she murmured. “I thought for sure I’d be sleeping naked.”
“Oh, trust me, baby, I’d much rather you that way. I just don’t trust myself to behave.”
After she was dressed and under the covers, I went around the apartment to turn off all the lights. Maisie whimpered. She didn’t like being left alone in her crate, in the dark, in a strange place. Scooping her up, I brought her into the bedroom with me and set her down on the floor next to the bed.
Stripping down until I was wearing only my boxers, I crawled into bed beside Gianna. She rolled onto her side and positioned her head in the crook of my arm. Using one finger, she traced small circles over my chest and abdomen. A few seconds later, I heard a brief scratching, and the bed shifted, signaling that Maisie had joined us.
“Is it okay if she’s on the bed?” I asked. I felt the curve of Gianna’s smile against my chest.
“She’s fine.”
I cocked my head to the side to get a look at her face. The curtains were drawn, but it wasn’t completely dark. Streetlight filtered in through the crevices, and I could just make out the outline of her features. She looked sated, as though she couldn’t imagine herself being anywhere else at that moment.
“If she annoys you during the night, just kick me to wake up and I’ll take care of her.”
I felt more than heard the low chuckle coming from Gianna’s chest.
“I’m sure Maisie will be okay. Thank you for tonight,” she whispered into the dark.
“You’re welcome, beautiful.”
We laid together in the quiet darkness. Maisie’s gentle sigh from the foot of the bed told me she was content and settling in for the night—as though she was right where she belonged. I smiled to myself, sharing her sense of peace.
“I think I want to get a tattoo,” Gianna revealed suddenly.
I quirked up an eyebrow in surprise, unsure of what prompted her announcement.
“That’s, ah… random. What brought that on?”
“My bucket list. Maisie made me think of it. Natalia and I used to add things to it all the time. We just started writing things on a cocktail napkin one day, and it grew from there. It was a joke between us that wasn’t really a joke,” she explained, and I felt her shrug. “Having a dog one day was on my list.”
I was intrigued to know she had made a bucket list. Knowing what she had on it might give me a bit more insight into the perfectly imperfect woman in my arms.