“I will be. I think.” I got up from bed and strategically made my way to the door that led into my bathroom. I slowly teased at sliding my shorts down and nudged my head toward the tub. “I could do with a bath though?”
He bit his lip to try to hide his grin and then followed behind me, shutting the door behind us. His hand sprawled out over my tummy, his arousal pressing into my back. “Stay there.”
I closed my eyes, and soaked up every touch, every whispering movement that he cascaded over my flesh. Tilting my head, his lips came to where my neck met my shoulders. He sucked on it softly, his hand slowly moving under my panties. His thumb pressed against my clit in slow circles. My mouth opened as a gasp left me. My chest rose and fell as his kisses on my neck became more desperate and his index finger slid inside of me as his thumb continued to rub my clit. His other hand came to the bottom of my tank and dipped underneath, his thumb and finger finding my nipple. He twisted it—hard, the pain and the pleasure both intertwining together in an intimate embrace. My orgasm ripped through me and stars exploded inside my head as my breathing came down slowly. He pulled out from inside of me, dipping his finger into my mouth. The sweetness coating the tip of my tongue. Turning around, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands came to the backs of my thighs, lifting me off the ground. He stepped farther into the bathroom, my legs still wrapped around him like a vise. He leaned over, flicking the tap of the bath on. Our silence was broken by the loud splashing of water as it filled the tub.
“Am I going to be ok?” I asked him, searching his eyes as he busied himself pouring all sorts of oils and bath salts into the bath.
He didn’t answer, he put me on my feet and continued to undress me. I stepped into the hot scolding water, wincing from the temperature before slowly dipping myself into it. The pinching slowly started to dissipate and the steam rose, swimming around my face in a mix of sweet lavenders and fresh cut green grass. Bishop slid in behind me, opening his legs and pulling me against his bare chest.
“I don’t know, baby, no one knows.” He cleared his throat, kissing my head. “If you are, then I’ll be here, and if you’re not, then I’ll be here. I’ll always be here, Madison. Through the good times, but most importantly through the ugly times. I’m not going anywhere, and I can’t promise you that I’m not going to fuck this up somewhere along the way and piss you off epically, but I’ll always be loyal to you. There was no one before you and there sure as fuck won’t be anyone after you. I begin and end with you, baby.” He kissed my temple. “So I don’t know if you’re going to be ok, but I do know that I’ll be here regardless.”
Tears fell down my cheeks. I sniffed, clearing my throat. “That’s all I need.” Then I turned to face him, and his arms fell to the side. I climbed on top of him and watched his features soften as I lowered myself onto his cock. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his bottom lip pulling into his mouth and a soft groan vibrated from him. I slowly lifted, and then circled my hips, my walls clenching around his thick length. It felt natural, like a piece of my puzzle was now in place every time he was inside of me. I was addicted to the feeling of him being inside, filling me. His hands came to my hips, his fingertips gripping my hip bones, then he tapped my thigh. “Get up.” I stood, following his orders, and he leaned my body in half, propping one leg on the edge of the bath. I hung onto the bathroom sink for support and he gripped onto my hips again, pulling me into his cock. He pulled out and sunk back in, then one of his hands came to my hair, wrapping it around his fist as he pounded into me. Water splashed around our ankles and sprayed all over the floor. Moans were leaving my mouth, and his hand flew to my throat, where he clenched down roughly, using it as a handle. He continued to lay into me relentlessly.
He pulled out, and I stood to my height when he sunk back into the bath and I sat down on top of him again, reverse cowgirl. Using his legs to lift myself up, I slowly rode his cock until sweat beaded off of my flesh and the water turned cold. His thighs clenched under my palms and my body vibrated from the lead up of my orgasm. When his cock stroked my pussy once again, I let go, my core exploding inside of me. His cock throbbed, emptying himself with every thud. I dropped into his chest and he pulled me into him, kissing my head.
“You’re going to be fine, baby.”
I remember the day I bought this dress. I saw it in a storefront window. The way the black lace weaved over my chest and the tight material curved over every bone, and muscle on my body. It was held together by lace, with the middle strip missing, displaying the edge of your abs—if you had them, which I didn’t. My lack of food intake was beginning to show, and it was the first time I realized my collarbone was sharp enough to cut through rock. I stared back at myself in the free-standing oval mirror, really looking deep into my own eyes.
“Te amo,
