The tub turned off, and the ripple of water made my cock jump from knowing she was naked, and only a few feet away. My day had been rough, but my night was about to get better. With my sketchbook in hand and a heavy cock between my legs, I strolled to the bathroom and tried the doorknob.
It wasn’t locked. So she wasn’t keeping me away. That made me feel good. I expected a fight tonight. Unwilling to wait any longer, I made my way inside, and the steam and heat from the tub hit me in the face. The air smelt of roses, and the mirror fogged, so I couldn’t see my reflection. The tile was slick from the moisture hanging in the air. It made the grey slates appear darker than what they actually were.
And then there was the object of my desire, laying in the oversized clawfoot tub. Her hair cascaded down the back of the tub, almost touching the ground to keep from getting wet. It looked so red against the white of the tub. Bubbles covered her body, filling the tub to the rim. Her red−painted toenails peeked at the bottom by the faucet.
Lucy had her head tilted back, her eyes shut, relaxing in the hot water. I wanted to join her, but I also really loved the view from here. I closed the lid of the toilet and sat down, flipping my sketchbook open. I landed on a clean page and began a few messy strokes on the paper.
“What are you doing?” she said a few minutes later. She didn’t open her eyes, but she could hear the pencil scratching against the paper.
“Drawing the center of my attention.” I didn’t hesitate to say. I meant it. I had the majority of the tub drawn and the begin stages of her face. I had to make sure I got the shape right. I rubbed the paper with my pinky, smudging the charcoal a bit where the claws of the tub touched the ground.
The water rippled, and I lifted my head to see her staring at me. “You can draw?” her elbows folded on the edge of the tub, and she placed her chin on her arms. Her skin was red from the hot water and bubbles lingered on her shoulders and chest.
“I’m an architect. I sure hope I can, or the buildings would look terrible.” Since she moved her position, I had to go off just my memory with how she was laying before. It helped to reference her face now to make sure I got certain angles right.
She had the sweetest heart-shaped face. Lucy played with the bubbles, grabbing them, and then blew them off her palm. A few landed on my arm, and I watched as they popped until they disappeared, leaving my skin wet. “What made you want to be an architect?”
I did smaller strokes on the paper now and drawing small circles to imitate the bubbles. “I just loved to create things. It’s my passion. It isn’t often that I get to draw something that doesn’t involve work, so when I do, it’s a great stress relief.”
“Is that what I am to you? A stress relief?”
I stopped drawing and glanced up at her, catching her green eyes and wet lashes. “I’m still trying to figure you out. I wouldn’t go as far as saying a stress relief. You make me want to pull my hair out most days.”
“Jerk,” she laughed and hit the mountain of bubbles until they flew all over me, clinging to my chest. I held up my sketchpad to make sure the picture didn’t get ruined. Out of all the pictures I’ve drawn, this one was one of my favorites. Her beauty was something a drawing loved to try to catch, but nothing was better than the real thing. “I have noticed more red hair on the floor since meeting you.”
“Mmm, that’s a shame. I love your red hair.” I spoke the truth at the same time I started to draw her hair. A few wavy strands were framing her face, and some were straight.
The gurgle of the water leaving the tub told me she was ready to get out. “Can you hand me the towel behind you, please?”
Hmm, she always bypassed my compliments. She’d have to get used to them because I’d never stop appreciating her beauty. I reached behind me and grabbed the soft fluff. It smelled of laundry detergent. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it let me know it was clean.
“Turn around,” she motioned with her finger.
“Not a chance in hell, baby,” I uttered, holding up the towel for her.
“Godrick, turn around.”
“No. If you want the towel, stand up and get it.”
I loved getting under her skin. Her jaw worked back and forth, but I knew the moment she gave in. “Fine. I have nothing to be ashamed of.” Even though she said the words with stern strength behind them, I could tell she didn’t believe them. Her cheeks were red, and I didn’t think it was from the bath. She hesitated for a minute before placing her hands on the edge of the tub and pushed herself up into a standing position. Lucy twisted her long hair and made a makeshift bun on her head without a hair tie.
She chewed on her bottom lip while waiting for the towel. Lucy seemed unsure. I held up the towel, but it was in the way of my line of sight of her body. This time, it was my turn to stand, and when I did, my eyesight was well over the towel now, and I didn’t miss the opportunity to check out her body. It was, after all, mine.
“My god,” I said in a small, broken voice. I was stunned. She was perfection. In my office, I had only seen the pink perfection of her pussy. I knew her body would be beautiful, but I didn’t know it would be like this. I wanted to draw her naked, laying on the bed, her breasts naturally dropping toward her chin and her stomach taut until a few of her ribs showed.
It would be a picture that would win awards.
Her waist was small. I could fit both of my hands around it while her hips flared out and her thighs were thick, they had to be because her ass was plump and round. A skinny meatless woman wouldn’t be able to support an ass like that. And her tits, fuck, her tits were more than anything my dreams and my imagination could think of. They were more than a handful. The soft tissue would spill through my fingers, and then I’d suck the meaty flesh that wasn’t getting adorned with my mouth. Every inch of her deserved attention.
My dick was hard as stone while I looked at her. She reached for the towel, and I pulled it out of her reach. No way am I going to let her cover herself up.
“Godrick, please,” she begged, switching her weight from foot to foot. She crossed an arm over her chest, trying to hide herself, and I threw the towel on the floor, placed the sketchpad on the seat of the toilet, and took two steps forward. I lifted her into my arms, her body wet from the tub, sliding against mine. “What are you doing!” she shouted. “Put me down.”
Oh, I’d put her down. Right after I placed her on the bed and got a better look of that womanly figure. She had the perfect body to carry children. I caught myself on the wall, shaking my head as if something hit me. I supposed something did. The thought of kids never crossed my mind before, but the thought of her pregnant and swollen with my child, it made my cock leak come. I wanted that with her.
A future.
I buried a hand in her hair, pulled her head back, and buried my lips against hers. I needed to feel her again. It had been too long. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew I needed her. She wasn’t going to give in as quick as I was, that I knew. I didn’t care.
Having her some way was better than not having her at all.
Her warm hand, skin still hot from the bath, glided up my torso and over my pecs until she paused at my jaw, cupping it as we devoured each other. It wasn’t desperate, but slow, the kiss tender and gentle. Both of us were taking our time to feel one another, that was all this was, feeling.
She had no idea, but she was teaching me how to feel something other than lust. Right now, the only thing I felt was an overwhelming need to keep kissing her and have her body tucked against mine.
Lucy was safe with me, and that made me feel relieved. I placed her wet body on the bed and climbed over her, settled between her legs, and held her face with my hands as I kissed her deeply, pouring everything I never knew I could feel into it.
The front of my briefs got wet, and I didn’t know if that was from my cock leaking, her pussy dripping, or from the bathwater clinging to her body.
Chapter Thirteen
Lucy
What was I doin
g?
This was the last position I needed to be in right now.
Horizontal on a bed with Godrick Stoneridge on top of me. He was beautiful. I had never seen a more beautiful man. A feminine man, that was beautiful? Yes. A rugged man, that was so handsome that his darkness was beautiful? No. Never. But that was what Godrick was, a rugged, beautiful man that held himself to a higher standard, that closed himself off from people, but with me, he let me inside.
And what I saw was beautiful.
The way he kissed me was different right now. The office kiss was frantic and needy, and he showed his dominance, but this was different. His lips were languid. Godrick took his time. He didn’t grind his cock against me like I wanted him to.
Oh, I so desperately wanted him to. Ever since he spanked me in the kitchen, I had been an aching mess. “Godrick,” I whimpered into his mouth at the same time his tongue twisted between my lips and stroked the roof of my mouth. God, the man could kiss. Of course he could. How could someone look this good and not know how to kiss? It would be a disservice to women everywhere if he didn’t. His big body, strong jaw, muscles, large calloused palms cupping my face and controlling the kiss, controlling how his lips melted against mine, it was what all women wanted.
I knew because never in my life have I been kissed like this, and my inner sexual persona would yell at me when she wasn’t getting what she needed. I believe men either had the natural ability to blow a woman’s mind, or they didn’t.
Godrick blew my mind just by walking into the room.
“What is it?” he whispered back, the hot air from his lungs touching the back of my throat.
“I want you.”
“Oh, baby. I want you too.”
“Take me.”
He shook his head. “No.”
I pushed against his chest, breaking our kiss. “Why?”
He sighed at the same time he brought his knuckles up to graze my cheek. Godrick’s eyes roamed the expanse of my body—and I had a lot of it. The knuckles continued down my neck and then my breast, teasing my nipples. The small touch made me arch my back into his chest, nearly coming from the barely-there touch.
“Today has been a stressful day for you. If it was any other day, any other circumstance, and you were under me, I’d take you. I’d drive into you without a second thought, but right now, the fear of Brian is on your mind, and when I take you, I want you to be thinking only of me.”
Holy shit, was he saying that he didn’t want to be used? He seemed like the kind of man that wanted to be used. “But I want you, Godrick.”
“I can still make you feel good, Lucy. You want that? You want to feel good?” His hair fell in his face, and I lifted my hand to push it out of the way, only for it to fall back into place. “I like the feel of you too much.” The way he said it looked like it hurt for him to admit with the frown on his lips and crinkles around his eyes.
“I want to make you feel good too,” I admitted, gliding my hands down his chest and ridged abdomen. He shuddered above me, and his skin pebbled under my touch.
He didn’t say another word; he just leaned down to give me a quick deep kiss, gripping my jaw tight. Godrick kissed his way down my body, palming my tits on his way down. He growled as he watched his fingers knead my breasts. He didn’t know which one to focus on. His finger pinched the small tight nipples, and I moaned, tossing my arms above my head.
He licked down my stomach until he got to my pussy. His shoulders were so wide that he hardly fit between my legs. He spread them to their limit, and his fingers pulled my sheath open by the lips and licked his lips. He tugged on my red pubic hair, and the sting made a gush of liquid drip from my pussy slit. He grunted, pushing his fingers through my over-sensitive sheath. “So goddamn wet, Lucy. You’ve needed me for a while now, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I nodded eagerly, my chest rising so fast, I could still barely breathe.
“What do you do when I’m not around to make you feel good? How do you pleasure yourself?” Godrick had no problem finding my clit and pressed against the aching bud. “You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen, Lucy. Tell me, how do you treat her?”
I tossed my head, throwing it side to side as he flicked his fingers quickly against my bundle of nerves. I pointed to the nightstand to the right of me, the stand that held my wand. It was the best damn investment I had made. There were ten vibration modes, and I just pressed it against my clit and let the wand do the work. I used the damn thing every single day that I went without Godrick’s touch.
The fact that he was about to use it on me only made me wetter. He got on his knees and reached over me as the tip of his hard cock pressed against me. Like an innocent virgin that I was not, I shattered beneath him. I came hard. I scratched my nails down his chest, grinding my pussy against his cock with every tremor. He stared at me with wide eyes, and when I finally came down from my high, I trembled with a sated exhale.
And then the embarrassment hit. I came from hardly any touch.
“That was so fucking hot. Where the fuck is that damn wand? I need to see that again.” He ripped my drawer open until it came off its tracks, and he held it by the handle as a few smaller things spilled onto the floor, like pens and knickknacks. Then the wand fell out along with another toy.
A dildo. Sometimes I want internal and external stimulation, but a regular vibrator didn’t have enough juice to make me feel good. I needed intense vibration.
“Have you used these since you’ve met me?” he asked, holding both toys in each hand.
I wanted to tell him he didn’t need those toys. He had a big dick waiting to slide inside me in his boxers, but having sex with him intimidated me right now. He was right. I wasn’t ready for that, but I would make him feel good tonight. I wanted to taste him and feel his thick droplet of precome on my tongue.
“Yes,” I said.
“Have you thought of me while using them?”
“Yes, Godrick.”
His eyes closed, and his Roman nose flared while his knuckles turned white, gripping my toys in a death hold. When he opened his eyes again, I gasped from the intensity in his coal infused irises. I swore I saw flames dancing, crackling like embers in a glowing fire.
He laid each toy next to my legs and his spread my knees apart to get a better look at my pussy. “I want to taste you first. Can I do that?”
I almost told him he could do anything to me, and then my mind flashed to his hand, landing on my ass. As much as I wanted that, I was scared to ask for it. “Please,” I begged, wanting his mouth on me. I only ever had one man go down there, and he never made me come just from his mouth. I had a feeling Godrick would make me come in a matter of seconds.
He ran his hand through his hair to get it out of the way as he bent down and kissed my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head until I saw the darkness of my skull. That was all he did to my sheath for a few minutes as he kissed me like he would kiss the lips on my face. He flicked his tongue, a quick tease, and then swirled it around the bud. He flattened his tongue and licked from front to back, probed my hole.
“Oh, God!” I screamed and thrust my hips down to try to get his tongue deeper. “Godrick, yes, please,” I didn’t know what I was asking for, but he did.
He bit down on my clit, hard and unforgiving, and I knew my pussy would be swollen from the harsh attention, but I loved it. I broke into a million pieces, my thighs trembling around his neck, and sweat broke out over my entire body.
Godrick took the eight-inch dildo in his hand, and he held it against his cock, tilting his lips in a cocky smirk when he saw he was bigger than my toys.
A lot bigger.
He rocked the dildo between my sheath to get it wet before he pressed it against my entrance and pushed in slowly. My breath caught, hitching in my chest from the intrusion. “Oh, you take that so good. I’m imagining that this is my cock, filling you up and stretching you out. I bet we’d fit perfectly. I can’t wait for the day I sink inside you, Lu
cy.” As he said the words, he pulled the dildo out, the wet sounds of my channel trying to suck it back in made me dig my nails into my own thighs, and then Godrick pushed back in.
Once he knew I was ready, he picked up the pace and fucked me with it. I mean really fucked me. He slammed it against me, showing me how he wants to fuck me. I clawed at the sheets as he gave me a wicked grin. Sweat dripped down his face, and his biceps bulged with every thrust he gave me with the toy.
And then a loud vibration sounded.
“I can’t. Godrick, I can’t!” I covered my eyes, trying to get away from him from the amount of pleasure building. He needed to give me more and less. I wanted to get away, but at the same time, I wanted to tackle Godrick to the bed, pull his cock out from his shorts and sink down on that fat dick waiting for me.
I was thinking about it—oh, was I thinking about it.
While keeping me filled, he pressed the vibrating wand to my clit and smiled when my mouth fell open, and a sensual whimper escaped my lips. I sounded needy. I had never experienced something so intense, so fulfilling, all while not having sex with a person. My entire body quaked.
Right when I thought he was done with the torture, he increased the vibration and pressed it harder against my bud. I squeezed my tits and shouted to the ceiling, uncaring of how loud I was being. I stared into his eyes, watching the curve of his brows and the proud gleam from his eyes as he watched me give in to the sensations he made me feel.
My entire body had awakened for Godrick. Every cell in my body responded to his touch. I leaned up on my elbows and puckered my lips, moaning when he moved the wand around in circles. I tossed my head back and said his name over and over again. I was climbing higher. He was making me see God.
And for a brief moment, I wondered if the man giving me the best pleasure of my life was my new belief.
If praying to him meant feeling this amount of pleasure, then I’d get on my knees every day and worship him.
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