The sound of the foil packet ripping open had my thighs clench. He didn't waste even a second before he wrapped himself in latex under the water, and pulled me impossibly closer by my hips. It was as if I weighed nothing as he positioned me on top of him, his hand moving between my legs, finding my throbbing core.
"You look gorgeous on top of me," he said, his eyes locking with mine just as I gasped from his fingers flicking over my swollen clit. "And I can't wait to feel you."
"You're already feeling a lot," I managed as his fingers moved further, and entered me slowly.
A choked sound escaped me, and he chuckled, leaning forward to kiss my breast. "Not enough," he rasped, tightening his arm around my back and lifting me higher. His mouth closed around my nipple, causing a spark to move from it, down to where his other hand explored and taunted.
I decided it was enough taunting; my body begged me for something more, and I was going to listen to it for once. I moved one of my hands down to his wrist, pulling his fingers out of me, slowly, savoring the friction.
His mouth popped as he pulled away from my chest, his grin so wide it made my heart speed up.
"I like it when you take control," he whispered, almost like he didn't mean for me to hear it.
But I did, and it made me smile. I felt every bit like the goddess he claimed I was. It was a rush of its own to be this confident, this sure of what I wanted—what I needed. So when I lifted myself higher and my hand let go of his wrist to hold onto something different, I was invincible, and he was a god who fueled me with love and power and desire.
My hand gripped his covered—and still surprisingly large—cock, holding it steady as I guided myself down over it. My eyes were on his the entire time, his arm holding me tight against him, as he filled me up for the first time.
It was nothing like my toys—he was real, and full of emotions and lust as he kept eye contact with me. My breath was heavy once I sat firmly in his lap, his hardness so deep inside me, I struggled to know what to do next. My mind was blank, only focusing on the feeling of him, and me, and us.
"I like it too," I muttered once my thoughts had settled, and then I made our lips meet in our most passionate kiss yet—leaving no room for anything but the rawness of ourselves as I lifted myself up, slowly, and sank back down onto him.
He smiled against my lips, letting a deep groan escape through them once I reached the bottom again. My own sounds were choked by our lips dancing together, but I still felt every last inch of his thick shaft inside me, and adored it.
I quickly found a rhythm I liked, riding him so the water sloshed around us, and even spilling to the floor. He broke our kiss to breathe, and he groaned deeper than I'd ever heard before, as he said, "You feel amazing."
"Your dick feels amazing," I replied, letting out a moan before adding, "Prince James."
I could swear he shook as I said it. His smile turned wicked as he sat up straighter and placed his lips on my neck, kissing it, kissing my collarbones and my breasts. My hands moved to hold onto the sides of the tub, and I kept up the pace, shuddering every time we were joined completely and he hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl.
"Talk to me, baby," he muttered, his mouth moving to my nipple again, "tell me what you're thinking."
I moaned, letting my tongue go as I leaned my head back and savored every movement—every last bit of friction between us. "If I could," I started, gasping as his teeth clamped around the peak of my breast, "I'd do this every day."
"Who says you can't?" He pulled on it, sending lighting bolts through my whole nervous system.
I started to think that no one really had sex every day, but then I remembered I'd live my life like I wanted to from now on, and said, "No one," hearing my own surprise as I looked down at him.
"Exactly." He smiled. "I'll gladly fuck you every day, princess, until death do us part."
"Please," I begged, feeling myself start to lose control of...everything. "I just want to live right now."
"Then live," he breathed, "live, love, and fuck."
"Yes," I agreed, nodding as the fire inside me grew bigger and bigger, threatening to explode with every move I made on top of him.
I moved my hands, placing them on his shoulders as I pushed him back towards the wall of the tub. My thighs burned, but I was so close. His hands moved to my hips, helping me lift myself up and push me down, making every thrust harder, faster.
His thumb moved down to my core, drawing tiny circles around my most sensitive point, and I heard him groaning in delight at my high-pitched response.
"That's it, Elina," he said, his voice so sultry and dark it fueled the fire even more. "You're killing me." He moaned in response to mine, his fingers digging into my hips.
"Am I?" I questioned, barely getting the words out through my ragged breaths and moans.
My body was shaking, and I was grateful for his hands as I started to lose control on top of him. He kept the same rhythm and pace I'd set, pushing up to meet me every time we lowered me down, sending small bits of ecstasy through me.
"Yes," he confirmed, his jaw clenching, "I can't hold it any longer."
He swore, pulling me down harder, his thumb pressing against me like his life depended on it, and I exploded around him in a cloud of emotions as he moaned my name. I think his name left my lips as well, as my muscles tensed again and again and again. My body was still on fire as he kept pushing up, and my muscles turned to nothing as he stilled.
Panting, I laid my head on his shoulder, and he held me against him as he leaned back. The steam from the water mixed with our sweat, and I couldn't help my giddy smile as I felt the soreness between my legs already.
"Same time tomorrow?" James' teasing voice brought me back to the present, and I giggled.
"Yes, please," I replied, putting my arms around his neck. "If I'm not broken."
"I'll make sure you're not broken," he whispered against the side of my head, his lips meeting with the curve of my ear. "I'll give you the best care tonight."
My spine chilled at that promise, wondering and fantasizing already about what it could mean.
"I'm not sure I know what that entails," I said, my fingers finding one of his pectorals, drawing idle patterns around the black ink by the side of it.
His tattoos were scattered around, some of them hiding scars, others just there for decoration. And I loved them all. They weren't big, but that didn't matter—they were perfect for him. Small hints of the life he'd led, and the life he'd continue to live, with passion, love, danger and family written all over it.
A small part of me wanted that to include me, like he'd promised from the first week, but another part was scared. He was still a very dangerous man, even if his smile was of an angel, and his words were of a savior. I knew every part of his life, and what could happen if I let myself fall deeper into everything I'd once wanted to leave.
Still I couldn't help but look into his deep brown eyes and smile—and hope we'd somehow end up with some kind of future together.
"It includes my tongue, my sweet kisses, and your sexy, little moans," he explained as I smiled at him. "I'll never get enough of you."
"Not even after fifty years of marriage?"
His eyes lit up, as if I'd just said something life-changing. Maybe I had, but it was only meant as a joke. The growing dread in my stomach was stopped as he put both his hands on either side of my head, and pulled me in for a kiss.
His tongue swirled around mine, his lips demanding more and more from me, as I let out a surprised laugh at his actions. I felt him twitching against my thigh, making me gasp, and he only grinned as I pulled back.
"Not even after fifty years of marriage," he echoed, grinning widely. Then he wiggled his hips under me and lifted a brow questioningly.
"If you wanted another round tomorrow, you have to stop that," I told him, my voice suddenly harsh.
"Yeah?" He grinned, his dimples on full display. "And if I don't?"
"Then I'm leaving." I crossed my arms, even if I knew I wouldn't leave if he kept going. I'd probably end up begging him to make me feel all those things again. And again. And again.
He flicked my nose. "This just grew."
"Shut up." I rolled my eyes and moved off him, back to my original spot against the other side of the porcelain tub.
"I can't wait for you to use that whip," he drawled, raising a brow at me.
"Do you have some issue with bossy women?"
I regretted asking the question the same second I saw his smile turn into a wicked one. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he said, "No." When I shot him a look of disbelief, he added, "I just love it when you tell me what to do, princess."
"You're unbelievable." I chuckled and tried to hide my naked body under some of the water and bubbles that were still inside the tub.
"I'm only a man," he replied casually, his eyes moving to where my hands tried—and failed—to gather bubbles for cover.
I scoffed, even though my smile gave away that I very much enjoyed his compliments and attention. It was like I had my own very real, very gorgeous and very unbelievable book boyfriend. Though, that word made me bite my lip so I didn't say it out loud.
Knowing him, he'd probably start planning our wedding if I accidentally called him my boyfriend. Well, he already had started planning that. In the backyard of his parents' estate. With the ocean view in the background, a lovely, glittering arch at the end of the aisle.. Now I was getting ahead of myself.
I cleared my throat to cleanse my thoughts, and decided to get out of the bath. The water wasn't as warm and comfortable anymore, and I would definitely not get clean in there. As water dropped from me, and I was careful not to slip on the wet floor, James hummed behind me. I turned to look at him, and he looked as if he was in awe of me. He bit his lip, and had his hands folded in front of his mouth, and my stomach grew butterfly wings at the sight.
Having a man look at me like that did things to me. Things I'd rather not admit, especially right after riding him. I'd only want to do it again if I kept looking, so I walked over to the shower and turned the water on to rinse myself, and wash my hair.
James followed. I heard him pull the plug on the tub, before his warmth was against my back in the shower.
"You're a gorgeous, gorgeous woman, Elina," he muttered against my neck, leaving a trail of wet, warm kisses around it as he moved my hair over one shoulder.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were simping." I chuckled at my own joke, trying so hard to distance myself from him and the amazing feeling of his hands as they wound up around my waist.
"Real men simp for their girls," he replied, his voice low and husky, like he wanted a lot more than just a cuddle in the shower.
"Am I?" I asked, before I could stop myself. "Your girl?"
"You were from the moment we met, princess." He kissed the curve of my ear, and groaned deeply. "We soaked our food," he said, his voice strained, "I'll order some more while you finish up here. If I don't go now, you'll end up against the wall."
I swallowed. "I wouldn't mind," I whispered.
His smile was obvious against my shoulder, as he kissed me there as well. "I don't doubt that, but I want a lot more than sex."
"You want a marriage," I said, turning around inside his embrace.
"Yes." He looked into my eyes. The depth of his irises sent a shiver down my whole body, and I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. My stomach flipped around, creating a wave of unease and anticipation for the future as he leaned down to kiss my lips. It was too short, yet it still left me breathless as he winked at me and said, "I'll win you over one day. Don't worry."
Then he slapped my ass, the wet sound echoing off the tiled walls around us, before he turned away and grabbed a towel off the wall to cover himself up. Once he'd disappeared, I braced myself on the wall and took a few deep breaths.
That man was...everything.