“Don’t be quiet now,” he whispered in her hair. “I like when you make noise.”

He moved his thumb in a firm circle around that sensitive bundle of nerves there, and she bucked against his hand, an involuntary cry escaping her lips.

“There you go,” he said, a smile in his voice.

He kept stroking her, whispering words of encouragement in her ear.

“That’s good, that’s good, baby,” he said, pushing his fingers forward and pressing two of them deep inside her. She arched against his hand.

“That’s right,” he said. “Come for me, pretty girl.”

Pretty girl.

She was his pretty girl.

Pleasure crashed over her like a wave, intense and blinding, and humiliatingly, she found tears in her eyes again. But this wasn’t about the intensity of the orgasm—though it had been off the charts.

Pretty girl.

He made her feel fragile.

He made her not hate that fragility.

And she didn’t know what to do with that except roll over onto her stomach and slide herself on up his body, kissing his lips and taking it as deep as she possibly could.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, sliding them down in the tub just a little bit and positioning her so that her knees were on either side of him, so that the thick length of his arousal was resting right there where she needed him most.

Their bodies slid together, their breath mixing, harsh and broken as they continued to kiss. As she rolled her hips against him, as she felt the build of another orgasm, impossibly soon after the last one.

And that deep, wonderful pleasure took away her thoughts. Took away some of that unwieldy emotion that she wasn’t ready to deal with. Some of those questions inside her that she wasn’t ready to have a conversation with.

He grabbed hold of the condom packet then and tore it open, shifting her to the side and rising up out of the water just enough to slide it over his body and protect them both. Then he settled her back over his lap again, prodding the entrance to her body.

She bit her lip, lowering herself on him slowly, the water making her buoyant, but making their skin slick.

She clung to his shoulders, dug her nails into him to keep hold as she rocked back and forth against him, building the sensations between them until they were both shaking.

“Quit messing around and ride me,” he said, his voice rough.

A smile touched her lips. “I’m an expert rider,” she said.

“That’s what I hear,” he said, moving his hand down her back, cupping her ass and squeezing hard. “I’m looking forward to a demonstration.”

She rolled her hips upward, then back down, gratified when he let his head fall back, when his eyes closed.

But they didn’t stay closed for long. No, he opened them again, looking at her with those blazing blue eyes that she was sure could see right into her soul.