I haven’t decided whether we will be making the other come or doing it ourselves.
I don’t fucking care.
I just need to explode in this tub, and I need to see her come undone more than I need my heart to keep thumping. I wouldn’t live long if my heart stopped, but seeing her face as she falls apart in a glorious orgasm would be worth it.
She scoots away from me in the tub, and I let her. She wants a few moments to process what I just said. As much as I hate the cold feeling as she leaves my skin, I let her go to the other side of the tub.
“What did you say?” she asks.
“You heard me.”
“Tomorrow night is going to be non-stop sex. I don’t think we need to worry about a release tonight.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Do you really think any man or woman left has the ability to make you come? I’m not even sure all that moaning with Waylon was real. You’re a difficult woman to please, Liesel Dunn.”
She glares at me. “And you think you are capable?”
“I am, but that’s not what I’m saying. I can make you come, or you can do it yourself. B
ut I want to know what you really sound like when you come. So tomorrow, when you are moaning and faking it, I’ll know the truth.”
She licks her bottom lip, and I know she won’t say no. Even though she made herself come earlier, she reacted so sensitively to my touch. She’s still too wound up to sleep, same as me.
“We shouldn’t,” Liesel whispers.
She doesn’t say why we shouldn’t—we both know. It would ruin everything.
Things we know.
Things we don’t know.
Things we assume but haven’t spoken aloud.
But there is also a twinkle in her eye, a mischief, a wanting desire that the girl I used to know would give me. The woman in front of me now shows it in a much dirtier way.
She wants to come as much or more than I do.
I watch as her hand dips into the water between her legs. Her hooded eyes look up at me, and her breath slows and shallows. She doesn’t wait for me to start, for me to tell her touch herself. She took control of the situation.
Clearly, the only way she can come is if she’s in control.
I’ll let her have that control tonight, because I want to watch her come in pieces. I need to hear the ecstasy she feels as she moans and calls out—in person, not over a monitor. Not through a closet.
Tomorrow though, I’ll use this little tidbit against her. All I have to do to beat her is take the control.
Liesel is already broken, so taking control won’t break her; it will just burst the stitches holding together the illusion that she’s whole.
“Are you going to touch yourself, too, or am I doing this by myself?”
I chuckle.
“Need to see my cock in order to come?”
She bats her eyelashes. “I don’t need a man for anything. But looking at your filthy cock won’t hurt, even if it’s not as impressive as the guys I’m used to.”
My hands grip the side of the tub as I raise myself above the water and sit on the edge, so she can see just how unimpressive my cock is, according to her. I smirk, and my eyes threaten of what I want to do to her, of what I should do to her.
She gasps when our eyes meet.