Chapter 24
Erin
S amuel and I enter the bathroom. Once we’re there, he turns the water on. The oversized tub fills with warm water, steam rising and curling in the soft glow of the dim lights. It’s romantic, but the way his fingers tighten on my hips tells me there’s nothing innocent about what he’s got in mind.
I glance over my shoulder. “You always look so serious,” I tease. “You planning a bath or a battle?”
He grins. “Maybe both. Depends on how you behave.”
The heat in his gaze sends a shiver down my spine. I focus on the water as he steps forward, testing the temperature with his hand.
“Perfect,” he says. When he turns back to me, the intensity in his eyes is red-hot.
He doesn’t say anything, just reaches for the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing my stomach as he slowly lifts it over my head. I don’t move, his commanding presence keeping me still as he peels the fabric away and tosses it to the floor.
His hands move to my jeans next, unbuttoning them slowly, and sliding them down my legs. His gaze roams over my body as he works, drinking me in like he’s committing every inch to memory. Soon, I’m in nothing but my black thong.
“You don’t have to do all the work,” I say.
His lips curve into a sly grin. “I like doing the work,” he replies. “Especially this kind of work.”
The teasing heat in his tone makes my cheeks flush, and I bite back a retort as he kneels to slide my panties down, his hands lingering on my waist. He stands and steps closer, his body brushing against mine. His hands slide over the curve of my hips, then along my sides, leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his touch. His lips brush against my neck, soft and teasing, and I shiver.
“Samuel,” I whisper. I can’t get out another word after saying his name, his mouth finding my earlobe and sucking it gently.
His hands shift, one sliding to my lower back, the other dipping lower, grasping my ass cheek. He pulls me flush against him, and I can feel the hardness of his arousal pressing into my stomach. My breath hitches, and his deep, satisfied growl vibrates against my skin.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he says. “Do you know how badly I want to ruin you right now?”
His words send a rush of heat straight through me, and whatever teasing comeback I was about to make dies on my lips. His hand slips between my legs, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
He moves closer to my most sensitive spot, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps.His fingers part me gently and he begins fingering my sensitive, slick folds. The first slow stroke over my clit sends a sharp jolt of pleasure rushing through me.
“How does that feel?”
“You know how it feels. You know what you do to me.”
He drags his thumb slowly over my clit, causing me to pull in a sharp breath. “I do. But I want to hear you say it.”
I close my eyes, focusing on the slow movement of his fingertips around my tender bud, the gentle teasing near my entrance. “It feels… so fucking good.”
“Just what I wanted to hear.”
He keeps going, putting pressure on my clit, slipping two fingers inside me. The pressure builds with every stroke, each deliberate circle of his thumb on my clit drawing soft moans from my lips.
“God, Samuel,” I gasp, my head falling back as heat floods my body, every nerve alive under his touch.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. I can feel how much you want this, how much you want me to make you come.”
His fingers press deeper inside me with a deliberate rhythm that makes my legs tremble. My pussy clenches around him, my hips arching instinctively as the pleasure mounts.I’m moaning and squirming, bucking my hips against his hand.
“Let go for me,” he commands. His other hand grips my waist, holding me steady as I lose control. My body trembles, the tension building rapidly until it’s unbearable.
“Please,” I whisper, barely able to get the word out.
The orgasm crashes through me so intensely I worry I might collapse. I cry out, and he holds me in place, letting me focus on the pleasure.
“Good girl,” he growls. I shudder, a broken cry escaping me as pleasure crashes over me in waves.
When I finally come down, I rest my head against his shoulder. His hands steady me, keeping me upright as his lips press against my temple.
Samuel helps me as I step into the tub, the warm water immediately calming. The steam rises around us, and he gives me a playful swat on the ass. He follows me in and positions himself behind me. His strong hands find my waist, guiding me down until I’m seated between his legs, my back resting against his broad chest. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and his lips brush the curve of my neck.
“Comfortable?” he asks.
“For now,” I tease.
He chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. His hands begin to wander, sliding over my wet skin with a sensual slowness.
His fingers find my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they harden under his touch. I arch into him, my breath hitching. He teasingly massages each breast before moving his hands downward, over my stomach, between my thighs.
Then he touches me right where I need him to.
“You feel incredible like this,” he says, his lips brushing my ear. “All wet and ready for me.”
I grin. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“And you’re full of me,” he fires back. “Or at least you will be soon.”
“You’re terrible.”
“And you love it.”
The heat pooling in my core flares, and I shift slightly, pressing myself closer to him. His hands move lower, holding me firmly against him as I begin to move. The friction, the feel of him hard against me, has my breaths coming faster. Grinding on him in this way is almost enough to make me come.
But he stops me, placing my hands on his thighs and holding me still.
“Not yet,” he says. “I have other plans first.”
Before I can protest, he guides me from his lap to the edge of the tub, sitting me down on the cool porcelain. The water ripples as he shifts into a kneeling position. His lips trail down my neck, his stubble grazing my skin as I lean back.
“What are you—” I start, but my question dissolves into a gasp as he slides down, his mouth finding me.
The first stroke of his tongue is slow and deliberate, his mouth perfect and warm, his stubble grazing me just enough to tickle. I grip the edges of the tub, my head falling back as he works me with devastating precision.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as his tongue moves in methodical circles, teasing and tasting every inch of me.
“God, you’re fucking delicious.”
“Samuel,” I moan, my voice breaking as the pleasure builds rapidly.
He doesn’t stop, his pace steady, his mouth sending me higher and higher until I’m trembling against him. He slips a finger inside, curling it and hitting my G-spot in just the way I need. I open my eyes just enough to take in the perfect sight of him between my legs, his tongue dancing over my pussy.
My breath catches and my body snaps as a second orgasm crashes through my body, pulling a sharp cry from my lips.
He lingers, coaxing every last tremor from me before finally pulling back. His lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he sits back, his hands trailing back up my thighs.
“Insatiable,” he says.
I can barely catch my breath, my body still trembling, but I manage a small laugh.“And whose fault is that?”
He chuckles. “I suppose we’re both guilty of being a little insatiable.”
“When you look as good as you do, how could I be anything else?” I grin.
Samuel moves until he’s sitting back against the tub, pulling me back in and positioning me so I’m on top of him. He pulls me down, his chest pressing against my back as his hands slide up my arms, wrapping around my wrists and pulling them behind me gently, holding me in place.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“All yours.”
His grip tightens slightly as he positions himself at my entrance. The anticipation coils tight in my belly, and I gasp when he thrusts into me.
“God, Erin,” he groans. “You feel so damn good.”
“So do you.”
He sets a slow rhythm at first, each thrust deep and controlled, sending jolts of pleasure through me. His free hand moves to grip my hip, holding me steady as he begins to move faster, the water rippling with each powerful stroke.
“You like this.” He’s not asking. “The way I take you. The way I own you.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. “God, yes.”
His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit again and circling it in time with his thrusts.
“Please don’t stop,” I moan. “Please…”
“You’re close.”
“So close.”
“Come for me. Right now.”
I can’t resist.
I shatter, a cry escaping me as my orgasm takes over, my pussy clenching around him. He groans, his thrusts slowing for a moment as he lets me catch my breath. But he doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he pulls out and turns me around in the water before guiding me back onto his lap.
“Ride me.”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on Samuel’s chest for balance as I begin to move, the warm water sloshing around us. His skin is hot under my palms, the ridges of muscle flexing with every shift of my body.
He guides my rhythm, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to remind me who’s in control even when I’m on top. The connection in his gaze is raw and electric, making me feel both powerful and utterly undone all at once.
“Look at you,” he growls. His hands glide up my body, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. “You’re fucking perfect, Erin.”
I quicken my pace, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensation of his thick cock inside me.
He cups my breasts, his thumbs teasing my hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting straight through me. My moans get even louder, breathless and unrestrained. The way his lips curl into a wicked grin tells me he loves every second of it.
“You feel so fucking good.”
He grips me tightly, holding me in place as his hips thrust upward, meeting my movements. I cry out, my nails biting into his chest as I struggle to keep up. My thighs tremble as the pressure builds, the steady rhythm of our bodies becoming more desperate.
His hands slide to my lower back, pulling me closer, forcing me to take him deeper. The intensity is almost too much, and I throw my head back, my hair spilling over my shoulders as a broken moan escapes me.
“God, you’re gorgeous. There’s not a damn thing sexier than watching you come.” His eyes rake over my body, watching every move, every reaction, like he can’t get enough. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he commands, his grip tightening, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “You’re going to come for me again, Erin. I want to see it.”
I tense as the climax rips through me, crying out and gripping his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me shaking and breathless.
Samuel doesn’t stop. He holds my hips, keeping me steady as he thrusts into me one final time, groaning as he comes hard.
The heat of him filling me sends a final shudder through my body, and I collapse against him, my head resting on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close, and I feel the press of his lips against my temple.
“You’re unbelievable.”
I smile against his neck. “So are you.”