He was becoming lost in another dense, thick haze of blinding need, the lure of the ecstatic void he’d found in the depths of Sophie’s body beckoning him yet again.
The water level had fallen below her pussy now. He cupped his hand in the warm water and rinsed the soap from her pubic hair and labia. When he corkscrewed his finger in and out of her slit, he saw that his skin glistened with her abundant cream. He growled low in his throat at the sight. He opened his palm behind a smooth, warm thigh and tilted her hips back farther.
His focus on her was absolute as he pressed his fingertip to the delicate, tightly closed ring of her rectum.
She groaned shakily and he felt her thigh muscles stiffen in his grasping hand. Still, he continued to stare, held mesmerized by the vision of his finger sliding into Sophie’s most private place. She felt smooth and tight . . . tight enough to squeeze his finger; hot enough to melt a stiff cock into limp, quivering, thoroughly sated flesh.
His mouth formed into a snarl at the heady thought. He used his hand to tilt her back more, until he held her with her knees bent, her legs suspended in the air. He pushed his forefinger into her clamping channel all the way to the knuckle, his way made easy by her slick juices on his skin. He paused to enjoy the heat that resonated into his flesh.
It was the second time this evening he’d held her like this, open and vulnerable, while he penetrated her body.
His gaze leapt to her face. She watched him with wide, glazed eyes.
“Are you all right?” he rasped.
She just nodded her head, apparently unable to speak.
He withdrew his finger and pushed it into her ass again.
“This is okay with you?” he asked as he slid his finger in to the hilt and began to draw tiny little circles over her clit with the pad of his thumb.
She gasped and nodded once again.
“Good,” he murmured, watching her face for a reaction to his intimate caresses. He learned she liked it the best when he kept his finger deep in her ass and pushed on her clit subtly like a little button, vibrating his thumb tip over the well-lubricated, nerve-packed flesh. She gasped when he did that and the color rose in her cheeks.
“Do you want me to make you come like this?”
Her dark pink lips mouthed the word yes.
He moved his hand a bit more stringently and shook his head. “I wanted to make you clean, Sophie. I wanted to,” he told her in a choked voice.
“I believe you, Thomas. But I like it when you make me feel dirty.”
Her dark eyes rolled back in her head. He muttered a curse when he felt her body shudder. Maybe it was his imagination, but his finger seemed to burn inside her ass.
He wanted to nurse her through her orgasm, to feel every shiver of pleasure vibrate into his hand and then coax more from her body. But the red haze of lust had once again clouded his vision. He stood and placed one foot in the now-drained tub. He reached for her hands and pulled her to a standing position.
She just stared up at him, disoriented, still under the influence of her orgasm. He brushed her damp hair off her cheeks and kissed her parted lips softly.
“I don’t know what’s happening between us, Sophie,” he muttered near her lips. “I would stop it if I could, but unless you tell me ‘no,’ I don’t think I can stop myself.”
She blinked and brought him into focus. “I don’t want you to stop.”
He just stared down at her for a few seconds, his brain buzzing and his cock humming like he’d been plugged into a low-grade electric jack. He finally stepped out of the tub and steadied her while she followed him. She said nothing, but he saw that her breath was still coming fast and choppy from her climax as he dried her off with a towel.
She put her hand in his when he extended it and he led her to the cool bedroom.
He hesitated when he got to the edge of her bed. A rage of lust roared through his veins at that moment, but he was hyperaware of Sophie, too, of everything he’d put her through tonight with his chaotic grief. He went still when she reached up and touched his jaw with warm fingertips.
“Do you want to tie me up, Thomas?”
His eyes went wide. What the hell had made her say that?
How had she so perfectly guessed the truth?
“It’s all right, if you do.” Her whisper in the dim room made a ripple of excitement course down his spine, ending in a tingling sensation in his cock. He opened his mouth, but he couldn’t seem to find the words. Her fingertips whisked over his opened lips.
“I’m not afraid,” she said quietly. “I’ve never done it before, but I want to. With you.”