“Are you sure?” he asks again. I nod. “I need you.” His hands guide me without rushing, and I tilt my head back, meeting his darkened gaze, full of heat and affection that makes my heart stutter and swell. His arousal nudges at my entrance, and I turn, with some help, to straddle him. I reach into the water, stroking him with the soapy water slipping between my fingers. He groans as he leans in, kissing me. “god, you’re perfect.” I lift a little and sink again, taking him inch by inch. My body protests from the aches all around, but the pressure only makes me want him more. The stretch, as I take him in, is so exquisite it steals my breath. I gasp against his lips as his arms circle my waist. “Don’t move,” he whispers. “Not yet.” We stay like that—joined and breathing in each other as the water lapped at our skin and sloshed over the tub’s edge. “You’re tight,” he murmurs as he kisses my neck, resting his head on my chest. His hands slide up and down my back and st
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