Belatedly, I realized that I might be smothering Tommy or drowning him or both, and was proved right when he took a great big gasping breath when I rolled off of him.

“Sorry!” I said breathlessly.

“Hmm…don’t be,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. “It was amazing. You were amazing.” He made another contented humming sound and smacked his lips. I opened my eyes. His face was a mess — the remnants of my orgasm were all over it. My eyes drifted lower down to his chest, which expanded and contracted at a quick pace, but that wasn’t what drew my attention. There, just above his navel, was the evidence of his own orgasm.

“Tommy…” I trailed my fingers through the slippery fluid and frowned. His hands were bound the whole time. I was sure of it because they were still bound. Yet there it was, cooling on his belly when neither of us had touched his dick. “You came.”

His mouth slanted into a crooked smile. “Yeah, I did.”

“But how? Your hands were tied the whole time, and I didn’t touch you.”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I just did.”

“Huh,” I grunted.

He opened one eye and peeked at me. “Maybe it’s time we had a conversation about my…kinks.”

“Your...kinks?” I questioned in the same halting way he’d said the word.

He licked his lips. “Let’s get in the shower and get cleaned up so we can chat about it.”

Tommy had suggested a shower, but I felt like a bath was more appropriate for a conversation like this. He agreed and immediately went in to fill the tub. Balanced on the edge of my big copper soaker tub, he looked like a painting of a young boy in a Grecian bathhouse with his hand in the stream of water and his legs crossed just so, hiding his dick from view.

“Is this warm enough, hermosa?” he asked.

On legs still wobbly from coming so hard, I went to stand next to him and tested the water. “It’s perfect.”

“Do you want a bath bomb or bubbles or oils or anything?”

“Just you.”

Tommy looked up at me, and in this light, I could see that his pupils were so blown that he looked high. I smoothed back his mussed hair and pressed a kiss between his brows.

“Help me out of this dress.”

He stood and gestured for me to turn around. Heavy and already halfway hard, his dick drew my attention. “You have to turn around for me to get the zipper, hermosa,” he said with a chuckle.

I twisted my lips to hide my smirk as I turned around. “Hermosa…what’s that mean?”

“Hermosa?” He gathered my hair and pulled it over my shoulder, then tugged the zipper down slowly, so slowly while letting out a soft moan as he revealed my bare skin. “Beautiful. Hermosa means beautiful.”

“Hermosa,” I echoed.