Pie stepped back and bent over. He planted his shoulder in my stomach and lifted me up. He slapped my bare ass and stalked into the bathroom. “You got some of that bubble shit we can dump in?”
“Bubble bath?” I laughed.
Pie walked to the edge of the tub and set me down until my feet hit the warm water in the tub. “Yeah, that shit.”
I nodded to the vanity. “I’m sure you can find something in there.” Greer had given me a basket full of lotions and soap for Christmas last year, and I hadn’t touched it.
Pie crouched in front of the vanity in all his naked glory and opened the cabinet. He grabbed the basket and rummaged around in it. “You think this peaches and cream shit will work?”
I laughed and held out my hand. “Let me look at it.”
Pie closed the cabinet and walked over to me. “If it is, pour a shit-ton in and then I’m climbing in.”
I rolled my eyes and looked at the label. “You’re in luck.” I popped open the bottle and poured some under the running water.
Pie grabbed the bottle from me and tossed it in the sink.
“The water isn’t even full yet,” I protested.
Pie prowled over to me and stepped into the tub. His hand glided over my cheek, and he tipped my head back. “I think there’s something I can do until it fills.” He pressed a hot, quick kiss to my lips. “Hold on to my shoulders, babe.”
I blinked rapidly. “What?” Before I could even try to figure out what he meant, Pie fell to his knees, and his face was right in front of my pussy. “Oh.”
Pie grabbed my hands and rested them on his shoulders.
“Hold on, Bri.” He pressed a kiss to my mound, and his wet hands glided up my legs. His tongue slipped through my slit while he grabbed my ass with his right hand. His left hand moved to my mound and parted my pussy lips.
“Oh, God,” I gasped.
His tongue lapped at my clit, and I leaned forward with my hands braced in his shoulders.
“If I fall and break my ass, please dress me before the ambulance shows up, yeah?”
Pie squeezed my ass, but his mouth didn’t leave my pussy.
The water continued to pour into the tub while the bubbles foamed around Pie’s legs.
His tongue flicked and licked my clit while two of his fingers kept my lips parted. Pie’s thumb pressed at my opening and gently probed.
“Pie,?
?? I moaned.
His mouth closed around my clit, and he sucked deep.
I raised up on my tiptoes and moaned loudly.
Holy shit.
He nipped my clit with his teeth and then soothed the pain with a swipe of his tongue. His mouth should be registered as a deadly weapon because I was about to keel over right there in the tub.
Pie’s mouth left my pussy, and he tipped his head back to look at me. His fingers took over what his mouth was doing, and my eyes connected with his.
“You’re gonna come for me, Bri,” he ordered.
“Yes,” I moaned. There was no sense in denying it. I was about to come all over Pie’s fingers, and then I planned to do it all over again on his dick.
Pie’s finger circled my clit, and my orgasm rolled through me. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and I clamped my eyes shut.