Chapter 36 #2
“I’m sorry!” Great job at being a girlfriend … not. I set aside my snack and step up to him. “I couldn’t help it. We match.” My sneaky fingers fiddle with the waist of his underwear, and I get to watch ice crystals scatter across his lower belly.
“We do, don’t we? So, I guess if I take these off”—with a quick movement, he divests himself of the briefs—“you’ll want to follow suit?”
All I can manage is a nod and a gentle shove, pushing him toward the tub. With August Junior out, bobbing proudly, I need to submerge myself in water soon.
Understanding, August steps into the claw-foot tub, sinking into it until only above his pecs is visible. He stretches his arms along the rim and crooks a finger at me to join him.
If I were artistic in any way, I’d want to photograph or paint my man in this moment.
I don’t often treat myself to baths in Phoenix because of water shortages, so this one, filled with the eye-melting man of my dreams, seems like the ultimate form of self-indulgence. Time to revel in my own pleasure.
With a quick twist, I have my bra unhooked and on the ground, followed a moment after by my panties.
August groans, his head falling backward, eyes shut, as if in pain.
When I step closer, I realize that tiny icebergs have formed on the surface of the water, like little bath toys.
Their innocuous bobbing has me grinning, and I carefully maneuver around lust-caused ice cubes.
I slide into the water—which, again, feels perfectly warm to me—and I settle in between August’s parted legs.
Skin on skin. The sensation is erotic and bone-melting. Getting the urge to tease, I recline on his chest, pressing my lower back against the hard bar of steel between his legs.
August lets out another sound of tortured pleasure. Before I can start to work him, he submerges his arms, wrapping me in a tight embrace. The hug starts out almost innocently affectionate. Simply a show of joy that the two of us are here, together, comfortable with one another.
But then his hands explore, sliding over my stomach and hips.
A palm cups the lower swell of my breast, and I whimper.
Though that’s nothing compared to when his fingers find the curls between my legs.
Instead of passing right by them to get to the pleasure center, August pauses to do his own teasing.
He gives gentle tugs that have my nipples puckering and my body twitching like he’s found my puppet strings.
For the first time in my life, I’m glad that my shying away from pain kept me from opting for a full Brazilian.
I figured that most men wanted a woman bald downstairs, but if I wasn’t going to get a chance to sleep with any of those men, why bother?
August is not one of those men.
As he continues to hover just outside of my folds, his other hand engulfs and fondles my boob. When his fingers flick against my nipple, my entire body jerks in response.
“You like that?” Even though he’s behind me, I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage in response.
August rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching with enough pressure to have my hips writhing in pleasure.
Up until this point, I’ve been digging my nails into his thighs, but I can’t take this edge of sensation anymore.
Gripping his wrist, I push August’s lower-sitting hand further between my legs.
“Greedy,” he murmurs, voice strained.
“Yes.” Yes, I’m greedy. Yes, I want you wrapped around me and exploring me always.
As his cool touch circles my clit and the second heated pulse under my skin beats in time with his movements, August releases my breast, only to plunge his second hand under the water, between my legs.
There’s a pressure at my entrance, his caress drawing my gasps. Then he’s inside me. One finger. Two.
In my pleasure haze, I clasp his wrists harder, holding them to my core, thrusting against his invasion. My mind is split between loving the sensation and wanting more. More of him. To spread my legs wide for the hard length of him that currently presses against my back.
“August.” I groan his name, not sure how to ask for what I crave when my internal fire sets my words ablaze before breath even leaves my lungs. All I can do is let the ecstasy pull me toward the edge as nonsensical sounds spill from my throat.
“That’s it, my little Pyro. Get there for me. Gods, you’re so hot against me. I want to feel your orgasm. Have your pussy squeeze my fingers tight.”
The dirty words brush against my ear, riding a chilled breath that has me shivering in bliss.
Then August licks my neck a second before pinching the skin with his teeth.
I boil over. Words cut off as my throat tightens, along with every other muscle in my body, and then I gasp out with the release of pressure. Water splashes over the edge of the tub in time with my waves of sensual rapture, the agitation caused by my mindless twisting.
When enough of the pleasure eases for me to think again, I realize that while I spilled the water, I didn’t heat it. Not much anyway. There’s not even steam rising from the top. The Ice Elemental balances me.
August holds me to him, stilling my body as he whispers praises in my ear. The man seems to enjoy the lustful puddle he’s turned me into.
But who am I to complain?
My extremities are still tingling when he speaks.
“Ready for bed?”
That gets a laugh out of me. “Silly man.” My voice is husky from my orgasm, my release empowering the sex goddess in me. “I’m ready for you.”