from me.
“If you didn’t want to tell your friends anything because you didn’t want to burden them,” he says. “Why did you tell me?”
“Because you’re the first man I’ve ever met who might genuinely be able to lighten the load.”
“I want to help, Tess.”
“I know you do.”
His sincerity is so gentlemanly, so unobtrusive. He isn’t trying to get me into bed, or even get me to talk. He’s just here, with me. And that means more than he knows.
“Then we’re more than friends, but not lovers?” he asks.
“I guess so.” I want to thank him for everything he’s doing right now to put me at ease on a night when I should be all broken up. “But tonight, I think we should make an exception,” I tell him.
“Exception to what?”
“Well.” I give him a sly smile. “Maybe we should be fuck-buddies, just so we know what we’re giving up.”
I spread my legs in the tub, sitting up straighter so my breasts bob in the water.
“Oh, fuck, girl.”
“Are you coming in?” I ask, sugary-sweet. “Because I’m pretty sure my pussy needs petting.”
“Oh, I bet your dirty pussy is getting nice and clean in this bath,” he says, standing and taking off his pants. He lifts his tee shirt over his head, and his bare chests causes my core to tingle in anticipation.
His cock is full of anticipation, too, and when he climbs in the huge tub my hands immediately reach for it, anxious to feel his hardness, to have something to hold onto.
“It feels so good in here,” he groans, as he sinks into the tub. He sits across from me, and his legs rest on the outside of mine. It’s so intimate, the both of us so close to one another.
“I’ve never taken a bath with a man.”
“But you have with a girl?” He smirks. “Tell me everything.”
“Oh, shut up,” I tell him, laughing. “That’s not what I meant. I’ve never taken one with a woman either. Have you?”
“Are you asking about me being in a tub with a man or with a woman?”
“Both.”
“I think talking about previously taken baths is going to kill the mood,” he says, shaking his head.
“Touché.” I sink lower in the tub, covering my head with the water. When I emerge he is looking at me so tenderly that any fear of what might come next is far from my mind. I don’t know if he’ll ever understand how grateful I am just to be in this moment with him. “Thank you Jack, for this. I really needed it.”
“I know you did, girl,” he says.
I move toward him, resting myself on his chest. His thickness is between my legs, taunting me, and I grind myself again him, pleasuring us both.
My pussy has been tingling since he dropped his pants, and I want him in me—to fill me up, to make me whole.
I take him in me, pressing him into my entrance, lying on top of him in the steaming bath.
“Oh, God,” I moan as he fills me up. “Jack, you feel so good in me.”
He runs his hands over my ass, kissing me as he does. Our mouths collide in a rush of desire, our tongues entwined. He presses his mouth against my ear, causing a deep stirring within me.
“Girl, your pussy is so tight. Fuck, me, baby,” he says, breathing warm air in my ear.
I move up and down, and his cock presses against me, causing me to pant in release.
I run my hands over his solid chest, and his mouth finds my breasts, sucking on them, around and around, completely undoing me, until all I can do is scream out in orgasm.
“Baby,” I moan. “Don’t stop fucking me.”
“Oh, girl, I won’t. Not ever.” He thrusts in me. Water is overflowing from the tub, splashing against the floor as we grind against one another. We come, hard, and I catch my breath, already dreaming of round two.
Chapter Thirteen
JACK
T he next morning , Tess and I wake around noon in a post-sex glow. We stayed up late—fucking, eating frozen pizza, watching TV, and fucking some more.
If a sex tape and leaked story result in a sex stay-cation, sign me up for more.
We roll out of
“If you didn’t want to tell your friends anything because you didn’t want to burden them,” he says. “Why did you tell me?”
“Because you’re the first man I’ve ever met who might genuinely be able to lighten the load.”
“I want to help, Tess.”
“I know you do.”
His sincerity is so gentlemanly, so unobtrusive. He isn’t trying to get me into bed, or even get me to talk. He’s just here, with me. And that means more than he knows.
“Then we’re more than friends, but not lovers?” he asks.
“I guess so.” I want to thank him for everything he’s doing right now to put me at ease on a night when I should be all broken up. “But tonight, I think we should make an exception,” I tell him.
“Exception to what?”
“Well.” I give him a sly smile. “Maybe we should be fuck-buddies, just so we know what we’re giving up.”
I spread my legs in the tub, sitting up straighter so my breasts bob in the water.
“Oh, fuck, girl.”
“Are you coming in?” I ask, sugary-sweet. “Because I’m pretty sure my pussy needs petting.”
“Oh, I bet your dirty pussy is getting nice and clean in this bath,” he says, standing and taking off his pants. He lifts his tee shirt over his head, and his bare chests causes my core to tingle in anticipation.
His cock is full of anticipation, too, and when he climbs in the huge tub my hands immediately reach for it, anxious to feel his hardness, to have something to hold onto.
“It feels so good in here,” he groans, as he sinks into the tub. He sits across from me, and his legs rest on the outside of mine. It’s so intimate, the both of us so close to one another.
“I’ve never taken a bath with a man.”
“But you have with a girl?” He smirks. “Tell me everything.”
“Oh, shut up,” I tell him, laughing. “That’s not what I meant. I’ve never taken one with a woman either. Have you?”
“Are you asking about me being in a tub with a man or with a woman?”
“Both.”
“I think talking about previously taken baths is going to kill the mood,” he says, shaking his head.
“Touché.” I sink lower in the tub, covering my head with the water. When I emerge he is looking at me so tenderly that any fear of what might come next is far from my mind. I don’t know if he’ll ever understand how grateful I am just to be in this moment with him. “Thank you Jack, for this. I really needed it.”
“I know you did, girl,” he says.
I move toward him, resting myself on his chest. His thickness is between my legs, taunting me, and I grind myself again him, pleasuring us both.
My pussy has been tingling since he dropped his pants, and I want him in me—to fill me up, to make me whole.
I take him in me, pressing him into my entrance, lying on top of him in the steaming bath.
“Oh, God,” I moan as he fills me up. “Jack, you feel so good in me.”
He runs his hands over my ass, kissing me as he does. Our mouths collide in a rush of desire, our tongues entwined. He presses his mouth against my ear, causing a deep stirring within me.
“Girl, your pussy is so tight. Fuck, me, baby,” he says, breathing warm air in my ear.
I move up and down, and his cock presses against me, causing me to pant in release.
I run my hands over his solid chest, and his mouth finds my breasts, sucking on them, around and around, completely undoing me, until all I can do is scream out in orgasm.
“Baby,” I moan. “Don’t stop fucking me.”
“Oh, girl, I won’t. Not ever.” He thrusts in me. Water is overflowing from the tub, splashing against the floor as we grind against one another. We come, hard, and I catch my breath, already dreaming of round two.
Chapter Thirteen
JACK
T he next morning , Tess and I wake around noon in a post-sex glow. We stayed up late—fucking, eating frozen pizza, watching TV, and fucking some more.
If a sex tape and leaked story result in a sex stay-cation, sign me up for more.
We roll out of
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