“It’s hard to have a serious conversation while you’re naked in my lap, Gabrielle. Especially not while I can see my teeth marks on your nipples.” I look down and see that some of the bubbles have dissolved and my breasts are riddled with hickeys. I look up at him and can’t help the smile that finds my face. I crawl into his lap, the heaviness of the potential conversation forgotten as I slide back down onto his dick. “I can’t do that conversation right now, Gabby. Not now. Just… can we pretend for the night we don’t have to?”

I nod, though the anxiety over what we’ve done and where we can possibly go from here has already begun to take flight. “I can’t lose you, James. You’re my person,” I tell him honestly. He was already my entire heart and now we’ve taken this step.

“Stop,” he says just as my phone starts ringing. I look towards the sink where it’s placed and roll my eyes. “Who would be calling you this late?”

“I don’t know? Probably someone related to us.”

I begin to slide up off of him when he grabs my hand and holds me in place. “Ignore it,” he tells me. “If it’s important, they’ll call me too. Anyone else can wait. I need to fuck your pretty cunt again.”

His words send goosebumps everywhere, despite the warm water we are submerged in. I begin to ride him slowly, careful to not send water everywhere. He grips my ass with one hand and grabs my neck with the other. A spark flutters through my body and explodes at my sex at the feeling. “You like that?” he asks as he squeezes my neck and I nod.

“Yes.”

“Fuck. Of course, you do. You were fucking made for me.” He squeezes harder as I ride him, wrapping his large hand around my neck. He times his squeezes with his thrusts making me feel deliciously taut with each passing second. I haven’t come during intercourse yet, but the way my clit is splintering with every thrust, I think there’s a good chance it’ll happen this time.

I close my eyes and ride the feeling, my breath coming out in spurts as he constricts my windpipe. “Oh, there it is,” he whispers. “This is what my baby likes.” I grip his arms as I try to steady myself. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?” I nod, the question of how he knows that failing to fall from my lips. It’s as if I can’t make the words come out. “Fuck, Gabrielle, you’re squeezing me so fucking hard.” His hand, not around my neck, squeezes my ass harder as he helps me move up and down.