Chapter 10 #2
We made our way back to the house, reluctant to let go of the release we’d found. I shifted first, the crisp night air a stark contrast to my warm skin. She followed, auburn hair tumbling loose around her bare shoulders.
I was on her before she could catch her breath, scooping her up and carrying her inside. “Feel better?” I asked, a growl in my voice. Her laughter was the answer I wanted.
Her eyes sparkled with challenge as she playfully struggled in my arms. I squeezed her tighter, felt her surrender, felt her own desire rising to meet mine.
I took the stairs two at a time, my need for her almost as fierce as it had been last night.
The run had done its work, had broken through the tension that threatened to pull her under.
“Bath,” I said, knowing it wasn’t all we’d have before this was over.
She grinned, wild and beautiful. “Spoiling me,” she teased.
“You deserve it.” I set her down, slipping her robe over her shoulders as I filled the tub.
The water steamed, a hot promise against the cold night air. I poured oil and salts into the tub, the scent of lavender thick and heady. She watched me, her gaze steady and bright.
“Coming in?” She asked, already slipping into the heat.
“Think you can handle it?” I joined her, the water biting at first, then soothing.
Her laughter floated through the room. “That’s my line,” she said, splashing me.
Her smile was more than I’d hoped for. Her happiness more than I deserved.
I pulled her close, felt her tension finally unwind as the water worked its magic.
My hands found her shoulders, tracing patterns across her skin. I kneaded gently, her soft sighs spurring me on. She closed her eyes, her head falling back, her body relaxed and willing.
“Like this?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
She nodded, her breathing slower, easier.
I gathered her hair in my hands, grabbing a hair tie from the vanity next to the tub and pulled it into a messy bun so I could kiss the nape of her neck.
“So much better,” she said, the words soft and sure.
“Good,” I replied, kissing her again, letting my lips linger where her pulse beat strong and fast.
The sponge found its way to my hand, and I soaked it, letting the suds drip down her body, watching them trail between her breasts. I washed her arms, her chest, her stomach, each touch teasing, tempting. The water was losing its heat, but we were not.
Her hands found my thighs, and I nearly lost myself right then.
“Savannah,” I warned, her name a groan on my lips.
Her fingers dug in, and I knew this bath wouldn’t end the way I’d planned.
She turned, water spilling over the edges of the tub, straddling me, before her mouth found mine in a searing kiss.
Savannah’s lips were on mine, hungry and demanding, her tongue sliding against my own with a ferocity that made my cock throb against my stomach.
She was trying to take control, her hands gripping my shoulders, her hips grinding down on me in the water, the heat of her pussy pressing against my abs.
I let her think she was in charge, let her believe she could dominate this moment, but I was done playing nice.
My hands slid down her back, gripping her ass with a possessive growl, and she gasped into my mouth, her body arching against mine.
“Menace,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need, but I didn’t let her finish.
My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks, and I slipped a finger into her tight pucker, the tight ring of muscle clenching around me.
She froze, her body going rigid, and then she moaned, a low, guttural sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice shaking, and I could feel her body trembling against mine. “What are you—oh, God—”
I didn’t answer, just pressed my finger deeper, feeling her body open for me, her pucker clenching and releasing around my finger as she adjusted to the sensation.
Her hips rocked back against me, her pussy grinding against my stomach, and I could feel the wetness of her arousal mixing with the water.
I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard, and she cried out, her hands tangling in my hair.
“Menace, feels amazing,” she moaned, her voice breaking, and I could feel her body tightening around my finger.
I rubbed her clit with my other hand as she held on to the edges of the tub.
I twisted my finger inside her, feeling her pucker stretch around me, and she came with a surprised groan, her body shuddering against mine, as I pressed her clit harder.
But I wasn’t done with her yet. I lifted her up, turning her in the tub so she was on her knees and hands gripped the side of the tub, the water sloshing around us as I positioned myself behind her.
My cock was rock hard, throbbing with need, and I pressed the head against her dripping pussy, feeling her wetness coat me.
I slid into her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight walls stretch around me, and she moaned, her head dropping forward as she pushed back against me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips as I buried myself all the way inside her.
She was so wet, so hot, and I could feel her pussy clenching around me as I started to move, as I popped the drain of the tub, thrusting into her with slow, deep strokes.
My thumb found her asshole again, pressing against the tight ring of muscle, and she gasped, her body arching as I pushed my thumb inside her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure, and I could feel her pussy tightening around me as she got closer to the edge again.
I fucked her harder, my cock slamming into her with every thrust, my thumb pressing deeper into her tight hole, and she came with a scream, her body shaking as she clenched around me.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled, my voice rough with need.
“Take it. Take all of me.” My knot was starting to swell, pressing against her entrance, and she whimpered, her body trembling as I pushed it inside her.
She was so tight, so fucking tight, and I could feel her pussy stretching around my knot as it locked us together.
“Menace,” she gasped, her voice breaking as I started to come, my cock pulsing inside her as I filled her with my cum. She came again, her pussy clenching around me as she pulled every drop from me, and I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I fucked her through our orgasms.
When my knot finally loosened enough that I could turn her, she wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.
I lifted her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around us both.
She was trembling in my arms, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I carried her to our bed, laying her down gently before climbing in beside her.
“You’re mine,” I growled, pulling her close, and she nodded, her body curling against mine.
“Yours,” she whispered, her voice soft but sure, and I knew she meant it. She was mine, body and soul, and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
“I love you, Red, my little ember,” I whispered against her hair.
“I love you, Bridger, forever.”