He makes his point immediately, urging me up with one hand and reaching down with the other to position his cock at my vagina. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he guides me down, carefully, holding me in position as he enters me, and then nudges his crotch further until there’s no more space. My insides quiver, in anticipation of what’s to come. While one hand supports my left buttock, the other comes to the middle of my back. Buried deep inside, he stays absolutely still, savouring the moment.
‘I love being like this,’ he murmurs. ‘Completely together.’
I slip my hands around his shoulders and lower my face to his. He opens his mouth, his soft lips accepting mine, and draws me in as close as we can get. We’re totally connected now, body, soul and mind.
‘Ready to make some waves?’ he asks.
‘Always.’
He lifts me again, dispatching ripples of water across the bath and heat through my groin. I’m almost at the tip of his penis when his grip loosens, and I sink.
‘Hold on,’ he warns me.
The hand comes away from my back. Anchoring himself against the side of the bath, he thrusts upward, slamming his cock into me with all the force he can muster.
My muscles spasm, and I can’t help it. I give out a squeak of delight.
‘Kiss me, and don’t stop.’
I do as I’m told, kissing him with a passion while he urges me up, releases my body and slams into me, repeating the process over and over again. We slide into a rhythm, complementing each other’s movements until we’re both at the edge. With waves and bubbles sloshing about us, my muscles contract, clutching at him as I ride through an orgasm. Almost immediately, he groans into my mouth, and comes inside me.
‘Shit,’ he breathes when I finally break the kiss. ‘Why have I never done this before?’
He draws me in, wrapping his arms around me as we tremble our way back down from the high.
‘Baths,’ he muses. ‘I think I’m converted. They’re very pleasant.’
‘And erotic.’ I remind him, dolloping a mound of foam on his chin and sculpting another soapy beard. ‘How’s the leg?’
‘Fine.’
And this time, I believe him. We sink into silence, admiring each other.
‘I know why you wouldn’t spank me last night,’ I say at last.
He blinks slowly. ‘I’m not exactly a fan of pain right now.’
My disappointment must be clear to see.
‘What’s the problem, sweet pea?’
‘I suppose you’ll want to get rid of the spanking bench.’
He laughs, and his answer gives me a speck of hope.
‘I don’t think so. A spanking bench is like an exercise bike. Multi-purpose. We can always hang the washing on it.’
Chapter Thirteen
He’s on his front, still asleep, his face relaxed and turned towards me, an arm draped across my midriff. Lost in thought, I trace a finger across his cheek, forehead and chin, loving the feel of his morning stubble. After the whirlwind of the last few months, a sense of calm has finally settled over me, permeating every last part of my being. From the initial onslaught when I could barely see past his outer layers, through the ups and downs, the misunderstandings and secrets and revelations, I can only thank God that my body took the helm because if I’d left logic in charge, I’d never have got to this point.
He takes in a breath and stirs. His eyelids flicker, then open. Immediately, he secures his attention on me.
‘Morning, sweet pea,’ he whispers.
‘Morning, shit head,’ I whisper back. ‘Your mobile’s just pinged.’
He rolls onto his back, stretching out to retrieve the phone.
‘Lily.’ Still sleepy, he slips it back onto the side table.
‘What does she want?’
‘The usual. We’re building some apartments. North side of the Thames. She’s buying the penthouse.’ He yawns. ‘And she’s a pain in the arse, always calling me over there to query the details.’
‘I didn’t know you could get one-to-one consultations with the boss.’
‘You can’t, normally, but she can’t stand the site manager, and well …’
‘She’s a friend.’
As if he’s just had the most wonderful idea in the world, he turns back to me, eyes glimmering with promise, and draws me into his arms. But behind the smile, I detect a hint of discomfort.
‘Your leg’s hurting.’
‘A little.’
And that’s not surprising, seeing as we were at it until the early hours.
‘Too much sex.’
‘Never,’ he says sternly. ‘I told you, Maya. I’m not laying off.’
‘Well, you’d better take some pills then.’
‘In a while.’ He pulls me in tight. ‘You can distract me for now.’
His lips close around mine, silky-soft and warm. As if the world’s about to end, he kisses me long and hard. It must be at least five minutes before he decides to come up for air.
‘So, what’s on the cards today?’ I ask, gasping for breath.
‘Sex. Lots of it. And another bath. Maybe not so many bubbles this time.’
‘How about a bit of small talk?’
He bites my fingers.
‘Bollocks to small talk. I haven’t brought the cuffs.’
‘We’ve got the stockings.’
Or what’s left of them. In unison, we glance at the chair. Once again, the stockings have been strewn over the back. Only now, after last night’s heavy-duty usage, they’re beginning to look a little dishevelled.
‘So we have.’ He seems to think. ‘And I still don’t know your favourite biscuit.’
I giggle.
‘You’re going to have to torture it out of me.’
‘Oh yes,’ he says dreamily, threading his fingers through my hair. ‘Small talk.
