Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“It is.” Smiling, he carefully turned to face me and made a happy noise as I soaped his chest. I loved how the auburn fuzz tickled my fingertips. “And come on, admit it. Bubbles are pretty awesome.”
I wrung out the sponge, watching the bubbles roll down his defined upper arms and chest. “Yeah, they are.”
Giving into a silly impulse, I made a tower of bubbles and set it on his damp hair like a crown.
“King Sam. I love it.” He preened until we were both chuckling. “My turn.”
With no more warning than that, he blew a big handful of bubbles at me, so I had to return the favor, flicking a shower of bubbly water in his direction. And then it was on, a bubble war that ended with Sam half sprawled over me, laughing so hard his torso shook against mine. He pressed me into the back of the tub, pinning me against the cool porcelain.
“Pray for the floor.” His tone was rather proud right before he kissed me, slithering and stretching so that one foot rested against the tap. He was the sexiest ginger merman ever.
Pray for my heart. I almost said it aloud, like my heart wasn’t already Sam’s, like I had any chance of escaping his hold over me. Nope. Hook, line, sinker, he had me. Any illusion of control over my emotions was as fragile as the rapidly popping bubbles. Pray for Sam’s heart. That might be more accurate because his was more at risk. I remained unconvinced of my ability to protect him from my own dumbassery.
Not liking that line of thinking, I slid lower in the bath. Water sloshed over the side of the tub, but the adjustment brought our cocks more directly in line.
“Oh, I like that.” Grinning triumphantly, he straddled me properly and took both our cocks in his slick grip. I put a hand over his, but he brushed it aside. “Hands back. Hold on to the tub. Let me drive.”
“Always.” I smirked as I followed his instructions. “As if I have a choice.”
“You do, but you also love letting me steer.” His tone was much more serious than my flippant joking.
“I do.” I gentled my own voice, stretching to try to capture his mouth. “Kiss me.”
“Bossy.” He granted me my kiss before biting the corner of my mouth, and I gasped. In an astoundingly short amount of time, he’d figured out how much I craved the sting of pain with my pleasure. One intensified the other, and Sam was already a maestro at giving me exactly what I needed.
Leaning forward, he nibbled down my neck and shoulders, raking his teeth over my collarbones and leaving me trembling.
“Please, Sam.” I panted. I kept to his orders and didn’t reach for him, but I couldn’t help rocking against him, trying to encourage him to stroke us both off. His cock felt delicious pressed against mine in his tight grasp, and it was entirely possible I might come simply from the pressure and the little love bites. “More. Please.”
“Because you ask so sweetly.” He started stroking, a motion that started under the water, gliding over our cocks, making bubbles swirl and dance around us. Returning to the tender skin of my neck and chest, he latched on for a deep kiss that had me moaning and squirming. Releasing my flesh, he gazed up at me, eyes glossy and intense. “I do love seeing you come apart for me.”
“I am.” I groaned a low and lusty sound that echoed off the tile walls. My back arched and my thighs burned, and still, it wasn’t enough. I pressed my knees harder into the tub, the ache pushing me higher and closer. “Please. Please let me come.”
“You’re good.” Sam kept stroking and peppering me with kisses, only his harsh breathing betraying that he also struggled for control. “So good for me.”
“Yes. I am.” The words sprang free, not from some power game, but because I actually believed it in that moment. I was good. I was everything Sam wanted and needed, at least right then. I’d clutch the tub edges for years if he asked, but rather than my ability to follow orders, my value sprang more from how Sam gazed at me like I was a mystical vision. He’d said earlier that I couldn’t disappoint him, and I wasn’t quite there on believing him, but in this, in what our bodies shared, I was certain of my ability to please him.
“You are.” His eyes flared hot and bright. Speeding up his stroking, he also increased the pressure of his grip, which had us both moaning. Right as I was about to beg again, he shuddered. “Come. Come with me. Now.”
And I did, no better able to deny him my climax than anything else. By sheer force of will, I kept my eyes open. Watching Sam come was the real vision, the way his skin flushed pinker, head tipped back, lips parted on a soundless wail, and hands clutching my hips. I’d never seen something so beautiful and precious, and as my orgasm ebbed, unexpectedly intense elation filled my every cell.