This is my business now.
Still, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to push him on the topic, when he looked so tired. I left the bombings in New York, the murders in Russia, and switched to another subject. “There’s a lunar eclipse coming next week. On Tuesday and Wednesday, the sun, Earth, and moon will perfectly line up.”
“You love astronomy?”
“When it’s something cool like this. They’re calling it a super blood moon.”
Curiosity replaced the weariness in his eyes. “Why is it called a blood moon?”
“It will turn red. The color comes from sunlight scattering through the Earth’s atmosphere. It’s the same effect that causes the red color in sunsets.” I winked at him. “I only know that, because I googled it several times.”
“I’m still impressed.” He ran his wet fingers through his hair, smoothing it down. “Do you want to watch it next week?”
“Definitely. We’ll get to see it in France.”
“Then, that’s a date.”
My body warmed.
“I’m glad you gave us a chance.” He leaned toward me. His full lips brushed against mine. A shiver ran through me.
He whispered, “Are you nervous about your decision?”
“Not completely.”
“Hmmm.” He pulled me closer to him. “Anything I can do to make you comfortable?”
I gestured to the gold tub that we sat in. “I think I’m beyond comfortable.”
“Have I met your standards, princess?”
I couldn’t keep the silly grin off my face. “Yes.”
“Would you like me to pour you some wine?”
“No,” I whispered. “You would have to let me go, and I missed your arms today.”
Groaning, he kissed me. And his mouth was better than any wine or berries. Silky and soft. He lifted me onto him, showing effortless strength. My worry about his day and our situation, shifted to arousal. I found myself on his lap as he teased me with his tongue and explored my body with those big hands.
The jet streams continued to direct the water, swirling the petals among the bubbles and us.
Unable to touch him like I yearned, I moved away from his mouth and repositioned myself, straddling those big thighs. Grunting, he brought my mouth back to him. His cock bobbed in the warm water, bumping gently against my pussy.
I moaned.
With both hands, he cupped my breasts, gorging on my already stiffening nipples like a starving man. Sucking with so much determination, as if hoping milk would appear. I almost wished it did.
I wanted to feed him. Give him all of me. Nourish and satisfy him. Pleasure and rejuvenate him.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
In the hot tub, the water slicked over his hair and skin. I loved him wet. Wet with the water and wet with me.
A moan left me. He hadn’t even filled me with his cock, and an orgasm was building in pressure and intensity.
“What is your magic?” He lapped at my skin.
I drowned in him.
“I was upset, and now you’re in my arms and I’m back to serenity.” He teased my nipples with the tip of his tongue, tormenting those sensitive points. I writhed against him and those muscled arms.
“You’re my refuge.” The deep notes of his voice played delicious melodies all over my skin. “You’re the peace in my soul.”
And I couldn’t speak. He always took my breath and words away.
His cock hardened under me. It bobbed a little, and I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed my pussy against the length, humping his cock and him, as much as I could.
He moved one of his hands from my breasts and slid them down between my legs, spreading my throbbing folds and teasing my clit. Tenderly, he twisted the bud between his two fingers.
He was a master with erotic skill. I imagined my pussy as his violin, and him plucking a symphony with every moan he drew from me. My body erupted into a bundle of sensations. All my senses came alive.
“Did you think of me today?” he whispered in my ear and slipped his finger inside of me.
“Yes,” I moaned. “All day long. You’re always on my mind.”
“So, I torment you as much as you do me?”
Before I could respond, he discovered my g-spot. And my words turned into staccato groans. When I could finally speak, I whispered, “Please.”
He grunted but didn’t stop fingering me. If anything, he pushed me further, delivering shivers of delight to my back and breasts, even my thighs trembled.
“Give it to me.” I moved the head of his cock to my pussy. Hungry and ready to be filled with him. Needing him so bad, I didn’t take my time. I slipped him inside, craving him deep and spreading me wide open.
“Yes. This is what I need.” He raised his hips and thrust into me, raising us both out of the water a little.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I cried out, begging for more, begging to never be released as he pumped into me. In and out. In and out. The room spun around me as he slid his cock in and deliciously out.