She slips a hand inside my boxers and strokes my dick while my hands cradle her head. Our lips meet and a synchronized moan fills the room.

“I want to fuck you,” I whisper. “What a shithead I was last night... to treat you in such a way... let me make it up to you. Tell me what you want, what you desire. I’ll do anything.”

“Mmm, so it’s my turn?”

“Anything. Just tell me how you wanna be pleasured.” I nibble at her neck and run my fingers across her stomach as she guides me into the bathroom.

“Get the tub ready while I relieve myself. Lights out, candles, music, the works. No cock, just your hands on me, caressing my body. I want intimacy, not a fuck.”

“Whatever you say, the morning’s yours,” I smile, glad to start the day over with this moment.

The kidney-shaped tub in our bathroom is custom made out of copper and rests on a pile of warming stones. It’s positioned just slightly away from the far wall, with radiant heat underneath that keeps both the stones and, in turn, the water in the tub a pleasant temperature.

I prepare everything as requested. Fill the tub, add a handful of lavender bath beads, light a few candles, and set our surround sound to a tranquil station, then I toss my clothes aside and slip into the tub. Maybe we can be romantic.

She seems pleased when she joins me in the water. Her body glides in and her back lies against my chest; her hair up, neck exposed, while my arms and legs surround her figure. Ah, she’s so fucking sweet. I don’t know how the hell she can stay with a drunken asshole like myself. I know she wants to save me, but I’m the only one who can do that.

“I’m sorry again about David,” she says, turning her head to see my expression.

“It’s okay, Soph, you’re right. It’s not like I gave you a chance when I got home. I kind of understand that now. You were probably frightened as well, which certainly hasn’t made things easier on you.” I rub her shoulder with one hand and run my nose along her skin. She smells like the Scarlett; a mix of liquor and women’s perfume, with a touch of musk from the men. My dick is set off as her flesh touches mine. “So tell me, do you still love me?” I ask.

“Always. Even when you’re a prick.”

I grin and reach my good hand down to her clit. Those words along with her exhale are bittersweet to my ears.

“I don’t know what it is about you, Cove Everton, maybe if you weren’t able to get a stiffy all hours of the day I’d leave you. But, you know... it’s hard to find a cock that works as well as yours.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I groan into her ear. “So, Mrs. Everton, you wanna play?”

“With you touching my vag, and the two of us in this serene space, do you have to ask? Yes, play with me, damn it.”

My fingers caress her clit and then tease their way between the folds of her slick dark hole. Man, I wish my entire body could crawl inside her pussy and just curl into a little ball.

“Your cock’s being awfully fidgety back there. Thinking about something?”

“You know it. Now hush and focus on my fingers, not my dick.”

She sets her head on my shoulder and slides her body down until she finds a comfortable spot. A thin white foot pokes out of the water and comes to rest on the edge of the tub as she steadies herself in anticipation. I put pressure on her G, one of many spots that drive her wild. Some women never get off on that, but Soph’s extra sensitive. If the moment were right, one flick of my tongue inside her sweet pussy and she’d cum.

“Oh, nice moves this morning,” she groans. “That finger of yours is my bestie.”

“Your bestie, huh? I have a feeling you’ve got quite a few besties. Here, remember this one?” I slide a second finger in and laugh at her cute puppy growls and feminine whimpers that echo through the room. “And then there’s this guy,” my thumb rubs her clit and she’s off, out of the starting gate and chasing the wild rabbit to the finish line. Her hands clutch my shoulders as her hips thrust for more.

“My beautiful woman,” I whisper and kiss her neck. “Let yourself go.”

I keep an eye on her foot. When it curls back I know I’ve got her; that’s when she’s about to tumble over the peak. It straightens out first... she’s close, almost there. My fingers combat one another for the fastest speed while she’s under my control. It’s this point where she can’t turn back; she’s focused, barely able to speak until the rush takes over. I’m all-powerful right now. She’s mine.

“Cove,” she mutters. “Babe.”

Then I see it, her toes curl, and I feel her pussy clamp around my fingers. Little does she know I have a surprise for her. My free hand flips a switch on the wall and the massaging jets shoot through the water. I move her body to face the side of the tub and set her clit in front of a jet. She cries out and grips the edge in an all out wild thrash as she cums. Defeated.

“Do it, Soph.” I demand and press my dick against her ass so there’s no escape from the bursts of water. With one arm wrapped across the front of her chest and my hand on her hip, I hold her tightly as she calls out in rousing gasps.

“Cove.”

Her orgasms are like storms. They roll in accompanied by fierce winds, lightning and thunder, sometimes a heavy hail, and disappear leaving light drops of rain.

“That was a good one,” I whisper and kiss her cheek. My release sends her limp body sliding into the water. Her head appears a moment later and I sigh at the calm gaze in her eyes. She’s happy, pleased by my actions, and I smile at her sexy slicked back hair. How fucking lucky am I?

“I want more,” she declares with a firm hold on my dick. “That was intimate and romantic, now I want a fuck.”

With another flip of the switch the jets turn off and she’s in my arms. Water drips from our bodies, as I carry her to the bedroom and lay her face down on the bed.

“Are you asking for crude? You want a good, hard, fuck?”

“A rough fuck with a dash of love, please.”

“So I can let the party out of my pants?”

She laughs at my figure of speech until I spread her legs and pack my dick inside of her with an abrupt jolt; changing her laughter to a gasp. She digs her nails into our comforter and playfully squirms to get away. The hell if I’ll let that happen.

“Where you going? I thought you wanted it?” I tease. “Come on, what was it you called me yesterday? Colossus?”

“Colossal!” She screams and laughs while her feet kick me in the ass. “You’re a nasty fuck, sometimes, Cove. I love it.”

“I’m a nasty fuck... or I fuck nasty? Which is it?” I set my hand on her back and hold her down as I stick it to her doggy style.

“Both. You really know how to use that thing.” She lifts her head and peers into our corner dressing mirror. The reflection exposes my flushed face. Red from the fuck, but also because her words make me blush. No other woman has made me feel as good about my body as she has.

“You pride yourself in flattering me when we screw, don’t you?”

Her grin answers my question as we watch one another’s faces reflected in the mirror; my body slamming into hers, while her eyes close and reopen in satisfaction.

“Fuck, you feel good. Use your hand and cum for me again.”

I hold my dick deep inside, enjoying the movement of her fingers next to my shaft. My groans spur an even greater arousal out of her as my dick drives away again, manipulating her deepest spots. Goddamn, I hope she really likes this... what the fuck does it feel like to her?

“Get-up-and-go, Baby. Come on, cum for me.”

“Don’t make me laugh, or I won’t be able to do it,” she grins.

I wrap one arm around her chest; holding her close. “Alright my Dove, I’ll be sweet for you,” I say softly into her ear. “Can you feel every inch of me prying inside? You know how fucking hard I am right now... how I love your wet, slick, body narrowing around my dick, keeping me warm. Rub that clit of yours, move it with each slide I take.”