She climbed into the bath without warning.
Her delicate hand gripped the white porcelain as she lowered herself beneath the steaming water, and our legs brushing together left us closer than we had ever been before. Just when I thought she might say something, she turned her back to me and settled into me as I enveloped her in my arms.
“Where did this come from?” I asked, rubbing her soft belly, careful to avoid anything that felt like sex.
“I was cold,” she whispered, wiggling against me. “And besides, you’ve been watching me again. I know what you want.”
“That doesn’t make it a good idea,” I whispered, feeling myself grow hard against her.
She turned and held her lips an inch from mine, our breath mingling as we hesitated, holding back a flood that pretended wasn’t already inevitable. I brushed her chin, skin touching skin as I pulled her closer, no longer caring where my hands went. Her breasts were soft, and her kiss led her body as she twisted in the water until she straddled me.
“Are you going to take what you want?” she asked, my hands on her ass while once more we nearly kissed, teasing one another until I couldn’t bear it.
“Yes,” I said, my voice more of a growl than a thought. She gasped as I thrust up, my cock searching between her thighs until that singular moment when I entered her and stopped. The head of my cock pushed past her resistance but waited as I gripped her tightly.
“That’s not fair,” she moaned, struggling against my hands as I kept her from sinking lower.
“It’s not supposed to be fair. It’s so supposed to make you beg.”
“I would never,” she sighed.
I kissed her neck and her breasts, still holding us apart. I bit her skin and pulled groans from her mouth before I let her go, feeling her open around me as I fucked her after too many years of wanting. She bit me back, scratched my shoulders, and then leaned back so I could penetrate her deeper.
Looking into her eyes, I had a brief moment of doubt. There was no going back, and it was foolish to feel regret in the middle of bliss, and yet just before she kissed me again, I let that tiny spark of guilt turn into a flame of need. I held her tighter, whispered the words she most wanted to hear, and then fuck her hard as the water splashed from the bath, soaking the room as she cried out.
“Your mine now,” I said, pulsing within her as I held back with all my strength.
“I’ve always been yours,” she said, clenching around me as I finally gave way. I kissed her again as I began to come, and her eyes lit up in mischievous joy as she felt me destroy what was left of my restraint.
“Don’t move,” I said, holding her still, our bodies still entwined.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good,” I whispered, kissing her neck and breasts as I squeezed her ass. “Because I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.”
“You might have to take me to bed if you’re going to fuck me properly.”
“There’s nothing proper about us fucking.”
“Which makes it so perfect.”
I kissed her again as I kicked the drain with my foot. As the water began to drain slowly, I helped her stand and step out onto the warm tile floor. I took a towel out of habit, but I knew we didn’t need it.
When I lay her down on the bed, all the photos turned down and the lights dim, I devoured her until neither one of us remained.