Chapter 42

Chapter 32-2 

“Look at you,” I say, my voice rough with need as I drag the fabric slowly over her curves, patting and stroking in equal measure. Hér perfect breasts heave with each breath, n*****s tight and rosy from the heat and my earlier touches. I cup them through the towel, thumbs circling the stiff peaks before letting the cloth drop lower. “You’re still turned on.” 

I lean in, pressing my mouth to one rosy n****e, tongue flicking out to taste the lingering bathwater mixed with her skin. I suck gently at first then harder, teeth lightly grazing as my fingers tug the other n****e. She gasps, and I feel my c**k twitch hard against her, still hard from her writhing against me in the water. 

Dropping to my knees on the cool tile, I continue drying her, avoiding her bruised, grazed flesh, the towel sliding down her delicate belly to her hips, then parting her thighs with deliberate pressure. Her p***y is swollen and open, slick not just from the bath, but from how beautifully she clenched around my fingers earlier, her clit peeking out pink and sensitive. 

“So fucking responsive,” I growl, spreading her p***y lips with my thumbs to expose her fully. I tease her, circling with one finger, pressing just enough to make her hips buck without giving her full friction, watching her thighs tremble. 

“This clit is so damn needy, isn’t it, baby? You came so hard for me already, but I think you want more.” 

“Oh, God, Locke,” she moans, twisting away slightly. “I’m still too sensitive.”