Sandy - Vested Interest
“No,” was his simple answer.
Eventually, I ended up in the massive tub, surrounded by foam and warm water. I floated, mindless and serene. Jordan strolled in, placing a glass of wine on the ledge. He turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand.
“You could join me.” I winked. “I could wash your back.”
“Is that a fact?”
I nodded, lifting the loofah sponge high. My breast peeked out from the foam, and I grinned. “Oops.”
He lifted one eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Sandy, are you seducing me?”
I fluttered my eyelashes. “Is it working?”
He yanked his shirt over his head. “Damn right.”
Seconds later, he was in the tub with me, dragging me close in the warm water. He wrapped his legs around me, lifting mine over his hips and bringing me flush to him. His erection was already hard and pressed between us, and I whimpered at the feel of him. He yanked me to his chest, running his lips up my neck to my ear. “See what you do to me, my darling?” He nipped at my neck. “One glimpse of your sexy body all wet and naked, and I’m hard.” He cursed low in his throat as I rolled my hips. “Fuck, Sandy, I want you.”
Hearing him curse, lose control of his gentlemanly, polite ways, did something to me. He grasped my neck, drawing my face to his and kissed me. Endless moments passed as we lost ourselves to the growing passion. I ached with my need for him, longing to feel him inside me. I gripped the edges of the tub, lifting myself up, then lowering down on his hardness, inch by inch. I never broke eye contact, letting him see the pleasure I felt. When we were flush, when he was buried so deep inside me it was as if we were one, I leaned close to his ear. “Take me, Jordan.”
He grabbed my hips, setting the pace. This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking I’d experienced with him all weekend. It wasn’t me who had control this time either. This was fast, hard, and intense. He licked at my neck, sucked my breasts, and drove into me like a man possessed. I felt claimed. Sexy. Powerful.
The water rose and fell with us, long waves of desire as Jordan grunted and moved. It splashed over the edge of the tub, hitting the floor in loud droplets. Jordan’s grip tightened, and he tugged me close, his face falling in my neck. “Now, Sandy. Please come with me.”
I was so close, my body strung tight with desire. Jordan slipped his hand between us, touching me where I needed it, and I cried out, locking down as he joined me, his guttural moan echoing in the room. His movements quickened, and then he shouted my name.
We stilled, my head falling to his shoulder as he gathered me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead. After a few moments, I unlocked my legs and slid back. We regarded each other with lazy smiles on our faces, both too exhausted and too sated to talk much.
Finally, I peeked over the edge of the tub.
“Good thing we have lots of towels.”
Jordan handed me the glass of wine, his expression one of fond amusement. “Good thing we didn’t knock this over.”
I sipped the cool liquid, enjoying the bite of the pinot.
Jordan rubbed my legs. “You all right?”
I winked at him. “Not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, but I’m fine.”
“I was a little rough. I got carried away,” he admitted.
“I liked it.” I enjoyed being able to take control when I wanted or to release it to him. Either way, our lovemaking was spectacular. Together, we somehow meshed, sharing a passion that flamed hot and bright when we were alone.
He sighed and moved back, leaning on the other end of the tub. Our legs pressed together, his toes idly stroking my skin. He rested his arms on the edge of the tub, the water clinging to his skin.
“At my age, that doesn’t happen very often.”
I lifted one shoulder. “Then I’m glad I was here when it did.”
He bent at the waist, his expression serious. “It will only be you when it happens next time, Sandy.” He relaxed back, picking up my foot and massaging the instep. I groaned as his fingers worked, easing the tightness of the arch. He was right when he told me he gave great massages. I could get used to it very easily.
“And the time after,” he added with a wink.
I smiled, wiggling my toes. “You’re saying, fast or slow, I’m stuck with you?”
He squeezed my foot. “Yes.”
“Okay. Good to know.”SandyIt started on the plane ride home. That niggling little voice I couldn’t quite hear, whispering in my head. I had the feeling I had forgotten something—something important. Mentally, I went through the hotel suite. I had my clothes, my Kindle, and was certain I had remembered to pack all the souvenirs and mementos we had purchased, including a gorgeous shawl Jordan had insisted on buying for me at the gift shop at MFA. It was the softest cashmere, in the most vivid shades of blue and green I had ever seen. Light and warm, it was still in its wrappings, but it was the first thing I had put into my case.