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She shifted against me, her luxurious thighs rubbing along mine.

“When I f*ck you … I love to watch your breasts tremble.” I bit her neck. She shuddered. “When I hit your ass … I love to watch it quiver. I love your name. I love to moan it. You know I moan your name when I jerk off alone. Hannah … Hannah…”

I slapped her backside—hard. She yelped and I groaned. God, her little sounds of surprise drove me crazy. I hit her ass again with the flat of my hand, and the slap resounded above the rushing bathwater. Hannah moaned.

“Is that right?” I whispered in her ear. “You like that?”

She nodded and clung to me. She sucked at my neck while I spanked her, each meeting of my hand with her bottom making her jump against me. Making her lush body rub along my dick. Exciting me.

I kicked off my pants and we climbed into the tub.

Hannah’s cheeks were apple red, and so was her bottom. I crawled across the tub to her. Her delight was contagious. She pressed herself against the side of the tub and sank until her chin touched the water. Her long curls floated on the surface like fronds.

“My Hannah,” I whispered.

Beneath the water, I parted her legs and touched her sex. I watched her face. She held my stare as I slid one digit into her, then another, and fingered her at a leisurely pace.

“Watch me do it,” I said, nodding at the water.

The color of Hannah’s cheeks deepened. She lowered her eyes and, through the water, watched my fingers slide in and out of her body.

I watched, too, my gaze playing between her face and her cunt.

Soon, I felt the moisture of her body coating my fingers. I smiled.

“You’re getting wet. Even here, underwater. Isn’t that right, lover?”

She swallowed and nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m … getting wet.”

“Mm, turn over. I want to finger your ass.”

I saw what my words did to Hannah—the way they took her by surprise. I felt what they did to her, too. Her body tightened on my finger and she got wetter still.

Obediently, Hannah turned over and around, kneeling in the tub. She looked over her shoulder as she presented her backside.

“You look good like this, little bird. Stay put.”

I stepped out of the tub and dried my feet. I was at the door when Hannah said, “Bring my present for you.”





Chapter 21


HANNAH


Waiting for Matt in any position turned me on, but waiting for Matt with my ass in the air did a number on me. He was right; I was soaked, bath or no bath. And the longer he took, the wetter I got.

Some minutes passed before Matt reappeared. He smiled wickedly and looked me over, his gaze lingering on my rear.

“Looks good, baby,” he said. “You have a gorgeous ass.”

Matt set his present on the edge of the tub, along with two votive candles and the warming lube he bought me. He lit the candles and flicked off the bathroom light. He closed the door and drew the curtain over the window so that only candlelight lit the room.

“So, I get to open my present this morning?” He settled back in the water.

“Yes.” I was glad for the darkness, which hid my blushing cheeks.

“I’m excited. Very excited, actually.” Matt neared me, touching his hardened cock to the back of my thigh. I shivered in the hot water. “Still wet, Hannah?” He brushed a finger along my slit. “Oh, even more wet.”

He opened the bottle of lube and squirted it along my crack. Matt was always overgenerous with lubricant. I think he liked to make a mess, to watch it run down my body as it did then, trickling from my ass to my sex in a slippery trail. My skin began to tingle.

“Perfect.” He sighed and rubbed the lube against my entrance, the tight muscle twitching in response. “Always so tight, no matter where I put my finger. Move back onto my finger, Hannah, the way you did with my dick last night.”

Some incoherent word escaped me. I inched back and moaned at the strange, pleasurable sensation of my ass parting for Matt’s finger. No matter how often we played like this, it felt … forbidden, almost shameful to enjoy, and therefore exquisite.

“There you go, Hannah. Nice and slow.” Matt held my hip, guiding my motion until his finger was deep inside me. In our steaming hot bath, I couldn’t tell whether the warming lube was warming at all, but it tickled like a good itch.

“Should I try to guess what my present is?” Matt moved his finger inside me and I groaned. “Maybe a cute little plug for your ass? I’d love that, you know.”

My nails scraped along the bottom of the tub. Matt fingered my backside slowly and I moved to meet the motions. The sweet cinnamon scent of the candles and their wavering light put me under a spell. God … this felt good … and it made me long for more.

“L-let me show you,” I panted. How did Matt manage so much dirty talk during sex? I could barely form a word.

He withdrew his finger and I sank against the edge of the tub. When I got turned around, I found him smiling indulgently at me.

“You…” I grinned. “You look like the cat that caught the canary.”

“Do I? Well, I sort of am.” He dried his hands and untied the ribbon from the present. My heart fluttered. Would he like this, or was I in for the embarrassment of a lifetime?