Chapter 177: Warm, Tight, and Completely His (18+)
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The water swirled around us, slowly rising as Damien’s warm smile lingered on my lips. His hands held my hips firmly, a familiar blend of protection and tenderness, while the gentle slosh of the water matched the rhythm of our bodies.
I could feel every little shift he made, the warmth radiating from his skin beneath the surface, and with every slow roll of our hips, the excitement of not questioning anything settled in my chest.
There was no anxiety in being close to each other, no hesitation about how my body instinctively reacted to him; it was just the deep, undeniable feeling of being desired like this, wrapped in the warmth of a morning that felt entirely ours.
It was almost as if my body, had become his!
God I was so gone...
As our kiss deepened, his forehead brushed against mine, and the low sound he made sent a rush of heat through me, one that had nothing to do with the cooling water.
One of his thumbs made slow circles just above my hipbone, guiding our movements with a patience that somehow made everything feel more intense.
I let my hands wander boldly over his wet chest and down the strong curve of his back, tracing the muscles that flexed and relaxed under my touch. His breathing changed beneath my hands, urging me on further.
The snug space of the tub kept us pressed against each other, the cool air kissing our damp shoulders and necks, while the warm water heightened every point of contact.
"Look at you...so beautiful," Damien murmured against my ear, his voice low and teasing, his thumb still stroking my hip under the water.
"All that scowling, yet you’re still moving against me like it’s just instinct. You go quiet when I touch you just right. Tell me love, why is that, hm?"
This arrogant little... little dick! No wait there was nothing little about his dick.
Let’s go with Jackass this time.
I tried to sound defiant, but my breath hitched, and my words came out weaker than I intended.
"You’re...just insufferable. And way too pleased with yourself."
His soft laugh brushed my lips, warm and knowing.
"Mm. Don’t worry, baby... I’ve got you. Just sink down when you’re ready. Nice and slow. I’ll take care of the rest."
A small wave spilled over the edge as I shifted, and the absurdity of it made us both laugh breathlessly before the heat pulled us back.
Damien’s fingers moved under the water, stroking me steadily until my hips shivered against his, and I began to respond with more confidence, exploring the hard length of him beneath the surface until his breath hitched against my cheek.
Our shared looks and the subtle adjustments of our bodies said everything; we didn’t need elaborate words. Still, the teasing didn’t fully stop, and I found myself half-heartedly muttering a protest as I adjusted just enough to get us in the right position.
"There you go... that’s it," Damien said, his voice rough but steady, his forehead touching mine as I began to sink down onto him.
Fuck, I was starting to get addicted to the pleasure-pain that came with getting stretched out by him.
"God, the way you take me... warm, tight, and completely mine." He whispered, "would have started fucking years ago if I’d known you’d feel this amazing."
The stretch was slow, the warmth of the water intensifying every inch until I was fully seated in his lap, our chests pressed together again.
A soft, frustrated sound escaped me, quickly turning into a gasp as I adjusted to the fullness.
He kissed my collar with a chuckle. "Wouldn’t you like that? If I had walked up to you back at Joy’s cafe, when you still hated me...and dragged you to somewhere private and fucked the living daylights out of you?"
My eyes widened to the size of literally frying pans.
There was no way this fucker was serious!
"Shut up, idiot... you’re enjoying this way too much."
"Of course I am," he replied, guiding my hips with pure mock-sympathy in his tone. "I’ve got you on my dick, flushed, stubborn, and trying so hard not to moan. Poor thing, you’re doing so well, though. Just breathe... let me feel all of you."
The water rose and fell with every slow movements, the rhythmic sloshing filling the steamy bathroom along with our breaths and the gentle kisses he pressed to my jaw and collarbone.
With each slow thrust, I felt a quiet wonder settle deeper, the way he kept our faces so close, his free hand resting possessively on my thigh or lower back, and how the tub’s cramped space forced us into constant contact that left no room for distance.
Cooler air brushed the backs of our necks and shoulders while the water stayed warm enough to heighten every slide of skin on skin.
Damien’s lips returned to the hinge of my jaw, his voice dropping as the intensity climbed.
"That’s my good boy. Rolling those hips just like that...I’ve gotten hooked on the sounds you make when you’re trying not to... the way you cling. Keep going, baby, just take what you need...use me. I’m right here."
"I...I hate how good you are at this..." I managed to say.
My protest fading into something softer as another deep roll of his hips drew a sound from my throat.
"No you don’t," he said, quiet and warm against my skin. "You love it so fucking much, you just don’t like how much you love being this full of me. It’s all good, I’ve got you. Always."
The water continued to overflow with each movement we shared, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized we’d definitely need to talk to building maintenance about this...something neither of us wanted to deal with.
But the thought only pulled another breathless laugh from me before Damien kissed it away.
His hands stayed steady on my hips, guiding our slow, deep rhythm without rushing at all, and the snug space kept us pressed together tightly enough for me to feel his heartbeat against my chest.
The slick glide of wet skin, the contrast of warm water and cooler air, the soft gasps and whispered names, and how his forehead stayed so close to mine, refusing to let even a bit of distance come between us.
I moved with him, need and confidence interwoven, and the quiet emotional undercurrent of feeling safe and cherished in the gentlest way stayed in my awareness, even as the physical pleasure grew.
We held onto each other like that for what felt like ages, the intensity steadily rising, allowing space for soft kisses, teasing, and the occasional shared smile when another wave of water spilled from the tub.
Damien’s free hand never stopped its possessive journey along my thigh or lower back, and every now and then, he’d murmur praise or tease me about how grumpy yet eager I looked at the same time.
The water had begun to cool, but neither of us seemed in the mood to change that; the bathroom felt like our own little world, the morning light cutting through the steam while the outside world faded away.
Breathing hard, our faces close, bodies still moving together in that slow rhythm, it felt like we could stay this way forever, joined, unhurried, and completely absorbed in one another.
Damien tightened his arms around me a bit more, his voice warm and low against my temple as he rolled his hips again, drawing soft sounds from both of us.
"Still with me, Sunshine?"
I nodded, my answer more breath than word.