I watch pleasure spread over Bella's face as I rub her. It's fucking beautiful, the mix of agony and ecstasy in her expression, the way her nipples tighten and her cheeks flush as her eyes fill with need.
Then her eyes are closed again.
And a groan is falling off her lips.
She's almost there.
I stroke her a little harder, a little faster.
Then she's there.
"Joel." She groans my name again and again as she comes.
Damn, my name sounds good on her lips.
She looks so fucking beautiful wrecked with pleasure.
Her face flushes. Her shoulders shake. Her knees knock together.
Then her entire body is shaking and her moans are vibrating over my skin.
She blinks her eyes open. Her expression is fuzzy for a minute, then it's sharp. Co
nfident.
Her eyes bore into mine. Her voice is shaky, but she gets through her words. "I want you to… ahem, again."
"To?"
Her eyes go to her chest. "Are you going to make me say it?"
"Yes."
Her cheeks flush. "I want you to… to come on my chest again." She places her hands on my hips. "Help me out here."
Fuck yes. I help her lower herself onto her knees, onto the non-skid mat on the tub.
This is exactly why I have a non-skid mat.
Fuck, it's not often I pat my past self on the back for smart decisions, but this non-skid mat—
Great fucking decision.
Practical matters flee my brain as Bella wraps her hand around my cock.
She looks up at me. Her brown eyes fill with desire. "Play with my nipples."
Fuck yes. I keep one hand on the back of her head. I cup her breast with the other.
She rubs my tip with her thumb.
She does it harder. Harder.
She tightens her grip and strokes me.
I run my fingers over her nipples. I try to do it softly, to tease her, but then she brushes her lips against my cock—
Fuck.