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His voice sends shivers down my back. “Spread your legs.”
Goosebumps skitter over my skin, leaving my nipples painfully hard under the triangles of wet, clingy fabric covering them. As if he can read my mind, one of Smith’s hands presses flat to my stomach before sliding up. He pauses at the lower edge of my bikini top, his thumb stroking the straining tip.
A charge zips straight to my clit. For a second, his touch is all I can feel, all the more powerful for being the only stimulation. When he bends his knee and uses his thigh to push mine apart, the pulsing jet suddenly hits right where my body throbs the hardest. Hot sensation shoots through all of my limbs, the pleasure almost overwhelming.
“There you go,” he murmurs, gentling me as I squirm and whine. His fingers pinch my nipple until my head falls back onto his shoulder.
He nuzzles my temple, his voice growing rougher while his words grow sweeter. “Beautiful angel. Seeing you like this is such a gift. Do you know that? How precious you are?”
The hand at my hip sketches lower, his blunt nails digging into my upper thigh while the jet pulses against my pussy. I buck backward. His hard length presses into my back. Smith hums, ghosting his lips over curve of my neck.
“So beautiful,” he praises. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about biting this pretty neck, petal. Too many fucking times.”
The sensation of the water hitting me is so intense. More than anything else I’ve ever felt before. Smith’s fingers slip closer, flexing as he grips the flesh of my thigh, his knuckles brushing the edge of my bikini bottoms.
“Do you want them off?” he asks. “I’ll fill this sweet cunt with my fingers right now.”
I gasp again, my backside grinding into his solid length. “That’s a rude word,” I pant. “I don’t—” A whimper breaks into my scolding. “—like it.”
Smith’s chuckle is as warm as the hot water beating at my clit. “All right, angel. Noted. I think you’ll like this, though.”
The hand at my breast moves to tease my neglected nipple while he dips his fingers into the bottoms, slipping two right into me. It’s clear, even with all this hot water swirling around, I am soaked with slick.
Smith groans roughly, the sound vibrating against the bare skin of my throat. “So tight and slick for me. Good girl, Remi. So good for me.”
I was right before: This alpha knows exactly what he’s doing. His long, thick fingers press forward and stroke deeper, finding the place made for his knot and massaging the clenching ring of muscle until my vision begins to blur.
“My knot’s going to feel so good in this tight pussy, petal. I’ll stretch you just right. Let you come all over me until you can’t take anymore.” His teeth graze the thin skin below my ear, his voice a gravelly rasp. “And then you’ll give me one more anyway.”
While his middle and forefinger work inside me, his thumb flicks the flimsy fabric covering me aside, he and spreads my lower lips, sending the jet of overheated water right onto my clit. The hot pulse instantly sets off my climax.
Keening, I bear down on his hand and let my body clamp around his touch, feeling so many different types of pleasure at once. His fingers rubbing the place that pounds for his knot. The stream of liquid heat caressing my clit. His hand roughly clasping my breast, still thumbing my nipple as his teeth close around my throat.
Bubbles erupt in my veins—as hot as the ones swirling through the tub, more sparkly than the effervescence in our champagne. Smith growls his approval, telling me how perfect I look and feel while I come for him.
And maybe—just maybe—I believe him.
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fifty-five
Caring for Remi is so much more than I ever expected it to be.
I know who I am. I know what I like.
And, to an extent, both of those things have always made me the more dominant, generous party in my past relationships.
But this feels entirely different. It isn’t just about how much control I can exert, how many orgasms I can pull out of her. This is everything I’ve ever wanted but never found.
It’s a gift.
Every time she lets me work her over, takes the pleasure I insist on, submits to my control. She isn’t taking—she’s giving.
Her trust, her body, her pleasure. It’s all an incredible, indescribable gift that I surely don’t deserve.
I’m taking it anyway.
I’m taking everything she’ll give me and giving her everything I’ve got in return. That’s how this is going to go from now on, I decide, bundling her into a towel.
