“Are you enjoying that?”
I take another sip before placing my glass down by the bath. “Oh, yes, definitely. And I’m sure I will be enjoying myself much more in just a minute.”
He grins at me as I place my lips to his. I push myself closer to him and press his erection deeper against my stomach. Growling, he trails his fingers across my back. I arch my back, and my head falls with it. I see his head bending down before I feel him licking and sucking my nipple. This divine combination of sensations is hitting all the right spots. He places a finger down to my clit and starts rubbing as he dances his tongue over my nipple. It’s the most delicious feeling in the world.
“The problem with being in this jacuzzi is that I can’t tell how wet you are.”
I moan. “Believe me when I say I am always wet for you.”
He starts rubbing more and more, and with it, my breaths are coming way more frequently. I lift myself up and feel the nub of his cock sitting at the entrance of my pussy. It feels too good to ignore. I hold onto his head as he trails kisses from one breast over to the other. His incessant rubbing of my clit sends familiar tingling waves through me. The sensations just continue to build, and they feel so incredibly good. My body starts to go rigid, and like always, Jake can tell. He immediately stops, making me moan out loud with disappointment.
“You’re very close, aren’t you? Not quite just yet. I want to feel you come on my cock. I love the feel of you coming around me.”
He’s still kissing at my breasts as I slip myself down onto his still pulsating erection. How strange a sensation it is, having him inside me in the water.
As I lower myself down farther and farther—inch by inch—our breaths hitch up higher and higher. I finally set myself down as far as I can go before finding his lips. I want him so badly. Will this feeling ever fade? Even when we are together like this, I wonder when we will ever have the chance again. Will it last? Are we destined, or will my bad luck finally catch up with me and snatch him away just as quickly as we managed to find each other?
All bad thoughts are soon pushed aside as I start riding him. The more I push up and down, the more I want to go faster and faster, but the water is starting to go all over the place. Jake doesn’t seem to care.
I don’t care either.
Jake finds my clit again, and he starts rubbing. The sensation lost when he stopped before has returned with a vengeance. I can feel myself climbing and climbing. Jake buries his head between my breasts and gently bites on one as he moans. His bite seems to be the catalyst that starts the ferocious spiral.
My mouth parting, I scream his name as my body turns rigid against him—a beautiful orgasm rippling through me. Jake roars at my screams, grabbing my shoulders as he yanks me down onto his cock, milking everything I have left. He jerks a couple of times, and I feel the heat of his release inside of me.
Feeling sated, I collapse onto his shoulder and breathe deeply as I try to come down from the climax. I feel so relaxed. I don’t want to move, and Jake certainly makes no attempt to shake me off. We are content as we are.
We stay locked like this for a minute or two, Jake gently stroking my back and sending goosebumps everywhere. He starts laughing as I shiver. He always has that effect on me, and he knows it. In a failed attempt at showing my annoyance, I bite his shoulder.
“Ouch, you little minx.”
I giggle loudly as he tickles me. My arms and legs fly everywhere, sending the water over the edge. He’s so lost in the moment that I nearly slip in, but Jake grabs me and hauls me back up just in time to prevent me from falling.
“I surrender, I surrender,” I shout as he places me back on his lap. “You know, I think it will look like a Tsunami hit your bathroom when we get out.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the bathroom floor, not if you’re going to make me come like that all the time.”
I gasp. “Now Jake, you watch your little potty mouth. You’re a very naughty boy, and I think your mother should have spanked you more often when you were a child. Maybe then, you would be more respectful.” I give him a teasing grin.
“Jake does not receive a spanking, Jake gives the spanking, remember?” He raises that eyebrow at me as I roll my eyes at him. “You didn’t just roll your eyes at me, did you? Because if you did, then I may have to tickle you again.”
I jerk back. “Tickle? No, no, of course not, Jake. I would never roll my eyes at you.”
He studies me a moment. “I didn’t think so,” he finally says. “Now turn around. I’m going to sponge your back.”
I move to do as instructed, but firm arms grip me and help me to turn around anyway. I feel his jerky movements as he reaches for a sponge and soap.
“I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this.”
I laugh before saying, “And I’m the one on the receiving end. I guess we’ll both be happy. No one has ever bathed me before.”
“You must have been bathed as a small child. Who gave you baths then?” he asks, shock evident in his voice.
I feel the sponge as the liquid flows over me. I close my eyes and relish the feeling. “Well, yes, that goes without saying, but not with this level of intimacy.” I roll my head back. “This feels so good,” I sigh.
“Don’t. You’ll get me hard again, and I want to take my time with you. I don’t want you to think that the only thing I want is to have you on my cock every five fucking minutes. I just can’t help myself around you. I know I keep saying it, but it’s true. Let’s talk about something other than sex, because I can feel myself starting to twitch again already.”
I slide myself down a bit to find that he is indeed telling the truth. “Little fella wants to come out and play again.”
“Fuck. Ana, stop it right now!” His next words are very controlled, giving me the distinct impression he’d rather be shouting at me when he calmly asks, “What exactly do you mean by little fella?”
Throwing my head back, laughter bubbles out of me. Typical male ego. “You’re impossible, Jake Bennett, but I love—” Oh, shit! I nearly said the word, and I’m pretty sure that would spoil everything, so I say the only thing I can think of in order to complete that disastrous sentence, which is, “—spending time with you.”
Phew, nicely saved there, I think. The only problem is that I have my back to him, so it’s hard to gauge his reaction. I sit in silence as I wait for him to say something. I’m consciously aware that my breathing has slowed.
The silence is killing me, so I blurt out, “Tom thought I was gay.”
Immediately, I feel a cool spray of liquid hit my back and hear Jake start to choke. It becomes apparent that he’d been sipping champagne when I spoke. “Shit. Sorry. He said what?” He washes the sprays off my back before handing me my glass.
Oh, dear, now what?
“Oh, shit—”
“Mouth!” he grunts.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” In my frustration, it just slips out.
I feel him go rigid as he grabs my arms and pulls me down onto him. He holds me there tightly so I can’t move. My breath is forced out of me as my adrenaline spikes. What’s he going to do? I can feel he’s still semi erect, and that causes the fire between my legs to intensify.