I pulled my hand out of the tub and she propped herself up on her knees. My hands found her perfect tits as they emerged from the bubbles, and my fingers slipped in the suds as I slid my fingers over her nipples, making the same little circles that I made over her clit.
She moaned again, then she lowered herself towards my pulsing cock. I braced myself for the sensation of her hot little mouth taking me in, and I gripped the edge of the tub, willing myself not to come.
I felt her tongue first, lapping up the underside of my head. I felt a jolt of pleasure shake through my spine and I gripped the tub a little harder as she spread her lips open, tasting all of me as she slides my thick cock into her mouth.
She went tantalizing slow, and I felt my body melt inside of her with every inch she took. I knew I would come if she didn’t stop, so I slid back out. Her eyes flicked up, disappointed.
“I’m not good?”
“You’re too good,” I assured her. “I need to be inside of you. Now.”
She smiled.
“Come on,” I said, bending into the tub and pulling her from the water. I tossed her over my shoulder and she squealed with shock. All of her bubbles and wetness soaked through my shirt, forever staining me with traces of Daisy. I wore her proudly, and carried her through the bathroom door, then hurled her onto the bed.
She squealed again, then watched with wide eyes as I stripped off my pants and shirt. I needed to be inside of her, but I also needed her to come first.
“Touch yourself,” I said, watching her wet body squirm on the bed.
“No way,” she said. “It’s not the same as when you do it.”
“Don’t make me tell you twice,” I warned, giving my cock a quick stroke to ease the pure fire that’s pumping through my skin.
She slipped a delicate finger between her legs.
“Spread your legs,” I said. She obeyed, but not enough. “More,” I said.
She spread her legs further apart, and I watched as her fingers clumsily try to replicate the way I played with her clit. The way I tugged on her lips, the way I pinched and pulled and rubbed all the right places. She got it all wrong, and she glanced up at me hopelessly.
“Pretend your fingers are my mouth.”
I bent down on the bed and she watched intently as I planted my tongue on the inside of her knee, licking up the inside of her thigh. She swallowed heavily, then her fingers start moving between her legs again. This time she bit her lip with concentration and her fingers moved to a different rhythm, finding a new pattern. A new design to trace over and over.
She moaned softly, feeling pleasure from the things she was doing to herself. Then her fingers started to move faster and her face wrinkled up and her head tilted back. Her moans turned into shrieks as she made herself come with her fingers.
When the orgasm faded, it was time to reward her. I nudged her hand aside and took over with my mouth. She melted into me as my tongue glided over her skin, tasting the sweetness of her orgasm.
I loved tasting her, but I wanted to be inside of her even more. I grabbed onto her thighs, yanking them up around my waist so her pussy was in the air. Then I guided myself into her eager little hole and thrust.
The blush of the last orgasm was still tinting her cheeks, but she was already moaning as I pumped inside of her.
The last coherent thought I had before my brain exploded with ecstasy was how I was not sure how I ever thought that this could be meaningless. Being with Daisy wasn’t just sex. It was much more than that. It was intimate, it was affectionate, it was personal, it was deep, it was… love.
We collapsed into a heap on the bed, our bodies dripping wet with bathwater and bubbles and sex. And somehow our lips found their way into a kiss, and she only pulled away to whisper.
“I love you.”
EPILOGUE | ONE YEAR LATER
DAISY
“Oh fuck,” I moaned before I could stop myself. I planted a hand on the grass cloth bathroom wall, steadying myself as Caleb thrusted into me from behind. I felt his heavy hand clamp over my mouth, silencing me as I climaxed, and I know it’s for the best; we shouldn’t be doing this here, we shouldn’t be doing this now. But even after a year together, we still have an insatiable need for each other.
Caleb grunted into my neck and we came together. His hand slid away from my mouth, gliding over my chest and squeezing through the thin fabric of my cocktail dress.
I braced myself against the bathroom wall f
or several seconds, panting for breath as my body recovered. Caleb’s chest pressed against me, and my heart swelled in my chest.