“Oh my God, that was perfect,” she whispers. “Better than I imagined.” She looks off to the side and then back up at me. “How much time do you need…?” She gives me a cheeky look. “Until we can do it again?”

Chapter Eight

I can’t remember a time I was this happy. I’ve soaked in James’ bathtub several times over the past year but I’ve always been alone. I’ve fantasized about taking a sexy bubble bath with this man probably more times than I can count but I never thought we’d get here. He’s sitting behind me with his legs spread and I’m seated between his legs with my back resting against his chest. His lips haven’t left my neck since we settled in and I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life submersed in these bubbles.

“We should talk about it, right?”

“Hmmm?” he asks just as his tongue darts out to trace my ear and for a moment I’m speechless. He’s ready to go again? We had sex twice before we moved to the bathtub so we could clean the blood off of us. But we’ve been in here for close to an hour I think, and I am getting the feeling I won’t be getting out without another orgasm.

“Talk about…this?” I let out a breath before turning my head to the side so I can see him a little better.

“I would rather make you come again.” He cups my sex possessively. “You wouldn’t let me eat your pussy.”

“Because I was bleeding, James.” And seriously, I had to basically fight him off of me.

“I didn’t care. I wanted you to come again,” he tells me and I wonder if he’s done that before.

“Have you…done that?” I wrinkle my nose at the thought. “It’s blood…”

“It’s you.” He bites down on my shoulder and I melt. “And to answer your question, no I haven’t.”

I turn around and pull him towards the middle of the tub so I can wrap my legs around his back. “James, I’m serious. This is…big.”

“Are you talking about my dick?” He cocks his head to the side and a playful smile finds his lips.

I splash him and give him my best serious look. “Did I not just say I was serious?”