She nods.
“What’s it called?”
“My clit,” she whispers.
“Good girl. And what is your clit to Mick?”
Her suds-covered tits are beginning to heave, sending the bubbles sliding down. “Your reason for getting out of bed in the morning.”
“Good girl.” I lick a pattern over each of her knees. “Now part your thighs and show me where it is. I know you remember.”
Slowly, her knees slide apart on the marble and I almost throw her on the floor and ram her full of my dick without waiting another second. There’s never been anything so smooth and sweet and inviting. Throw in the innocent way she’s watching me and hell…oh yeah, hell is definitely where I’m going.
“Touch it with your finger, Goldie…and ask me to kiss it.”
Her nipples are in such tight peaks, I know she’s growing wetter by the second and I’m all but salivating with the need to get my tongue in that soaked little cunt. I hold my breath and watch as her fingers trail down her belly, the tip of her middle one sliding just inside her folds. “Can I have a kiss, Mick?”
My cock lifts so violently, it smacks off my belly as I dive forward, jerking her ass to the edge of the marble at the same time. The first taste of her almost makes me come, it’s so fucking delicious. There are guards positioned outside the room and they almost definitely hear her scream of pleasure when my tongue finds that tight nub I helped her discover. I grind my mouth down on her mound, sawing my tongue against her clit, relentless, needing her to understand how desperate I am for her perfect taste, how obsessed I am with making her come. This is my life now and I never want it to change. I won’t be satisfied until she climbs onto my face every morning and begs for the relief only I can give her.
Goddamn, she’s getting wetter by the second, her moisture mixing with the bathwater to coat my chin, my neck. Her fingers are in my hair making a mess of it, her hips unable to remain still on the marble. “Mick. Ohhhh, Mick,” she whimpers between shallow breaths. “I can’t…I’m going to…”
I bear down harder with my tongue, curling it around her clit and squeezing the swollen flesh, all while sneaking my middle finger into her pussy. Fuck, she’s already clenching in so tight, I can barely get my knuckle past her entrance, but once I do, I find that G-spot and tickle it, tickle it until her thighs clamp around my face and she starts sobbing. There it is.
“Mick!”
She comes like she’s sitting on a washing machine during the fucking spin cycle, shaking and vibrating against my face, leaving her pleasure on my lips. And I lick it up with hungry growls, savoring, memorizing the taste. My woman’s. I take my hand and drag it down her soaked pussy, gathering the proof of her satisfaction, then I rip open my shirt so I can smear it in my chest hair, down my stomach. Mine. It’s fucking war paint and I can fight the world as long as I’m wearing it. Her.
“Get down here, baby. Sit on Mick where you belong.” I lift her limp body off the bathtub, dragging her onto my lap, leaving her knees planted on either side of my hips. My cock seeks heaven, swelling and reaching for her entrance. But for a moment, all I can do is stare at my obsession in awe, watching the bath water glisten on her skin in the glow of the candlelight. Her tits are high and gorgeous, partially covered by her long, wet hair. I’ve captured a virgin fucking mermaid and I can barely breathe around the beauty of her. “I don’t want to live a day without you. I’m not even sure how I made it this long.”
Her eyes go soft. “I-is it too early to say—”
“Hell no, it isn’t.” I hold her gaze, feeling my heart pumping double time in my chest. Mine mine mine. “I damn well love you. Might have happened the minute I saw you, baby, and it’ll always be that way. You and me against the world.”
She falls forward, cupping my face in her hands. “I love you, too,” she whispers, the words hitching in her throat, her pussy pressing hot and tempting on my lap. “You make me so safe. So happy.” Her hips writhe, innocently seeking, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Tell me how to make you happy.”
It’s like I haven’t fucked in a decade. That’s how I’ve felt every minute of the day since she walked into the bar. Like a deviant sex addict with only one drug of choice. Hailey. Having heard her say she loves me, I’m even harder, hungrier with the fever to claim. “I need to give you my cock. Right now.” I reach between us with a shaking hand, guiding myself to her tight slit. “I fucking need it to breathe. Sit.”