“Like this?” he asked, and goddamnit, he did it just right, and it felt so damn good that my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Mmm… yes,” I moaned. His touch was so perfect and so good that I almost wanted to run away from it, but when I tried to clench my legs together, I realized that he had my thighs pinned to the sides of the tub with his own.

“Shitshitshitshit,” I cursed, digging my fingers into his thighs.

“This is it, Darcy. This is my kink. You. Making you come. You letting me give you pleasure. Worshiping your pussy in any and every way you ask…that’s it. That’s what does it for me. As much as I’m aching to be inside of you? Fuck, this is enough. Being inside of you is the bonus, baby. Making you come, it’s enough.”

“Yes, please. Make me come,” I moaned, only partially hearing what he said.

“Tell me what you need right now,” he demanded.

“Just straight up and down strokes.”

“Like this?” he asked, angling his fingers.

“Yes!” It was so good that my abdominal muscles clenched, making my back arch. “Yes! Just like that…just…just like that,” I stammered.

Tommy gripped my inner thigh with his other hand, squeezing and massaging it with his strong fingers, then slid lower to play with my pussy lips.

“Too much. It’s too…oh! Please!” I begged, unsure if I was begging him to stop or begging my body to come because dangling on the precipice felt so good that it hurt.

“Go ahead and come, hermosa. I’m right here.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, a weak attempt to let go, but it was just enough for the orgasm to unfurl slowly in little waves then slam through me. “Tommy…oh, god!”

“Fuck…that’s magic,” he whispered. “Shit. I’m coming again…this…this doesn’t make any sense,” he moaned, his mouth pressed against my shoulder and both of his arms wrapped around me.

It took an embarrassingly long time for my hips to stop fucking into the empty place between my thighs. It was an eternity before I finally went limp and boneless in his embrace.

We were both dazed and panting from our release, but it was that one thing — knowing that he came again without my hands on him, without touching him — that made the words he’d whispered in my ear while he was playing with my pussy make sense.

This is it. This is my kink, Darcy. You. Making you come. It took a moment, but my mind pieced together what he was trying to say. “You’re submissive.”

“Yes,” he said, giving my sides an eager squeeze. “And you’re dominant.”

“I… I never…you think so?”