Page 113 of A Most Forgettable Girl

She had to hide a smile. Do it right, indeed! If she did it right, it would be naught but a simple pressing of her face against his own! “Oh, very well,” she said, tossing her head. It did not have quite the effect she desired, for her hair was wet and plastered down her back. Still, James seemed to appreciate the gesture, his eyes roaming greedily over her face and neck.

To reward his patience, Gunnilde lowered her lips once more to his, this time she sipped sweetly awhile before teasing the tip of his tongue with her own. James gasped against her mouth, his hands landing on her waist, grabbing her there and squeezing in an encouraging fashion.

Gunnilde stroked her thumbs over his cheekbones, slanting her mouth over his and deepening their kiss until James’s tongue tangled enthusiastically with her own. His hands slid down her hips, cupping her bottom as if to pull her closer still, as if she was not already on top of him.

Dimly, it occurred to her that there was one way their bodies could be closer. If he was inside of her. Was that a thing they could do right now? Pulling back her face, she gazed down at James, letting her eyes travel over his flushed face.

“James?” she whispered. He did not answer, just gazed at her, his breathing ragged, his eyes unfocussed. How should she propose such a thing? She took a deep breath. “I want you inside of me. Right now.”

He shivered, then heaved up onto his haunches. “James!” Gunnilde squawked, finding herself suddenly hefted up out of the water. What was he doing? She gaped down at him, amazed that he could bear her weight as he settled on the edge of the tub, with her still clinging onto him, perched precariously on his thighs. “You—you’re getting water all over the floor!”

He was panting hard and did not answer, his attention focused between her legs as he parted her cleft and started gently rubbing her there. “I want you to be wet for me, not just from the bathwater,” he said tersely.

Oh. Gunnilde touched her forehead to his and reached down to guide his thumb. “Touch me here,” she told him bossily. After all, he liked her bossy. With a nod, he started circling the pad of his thumb just the way that she liked. “That’s good, James,” she told him in honeyed tones. “Very good.”

He gave murmur of agreement, then slipped a finger up inside of her. Gunnilde’s breathing hitched. “Oh!” she whimpered, shifting restlessly against him. She was definitely wet from his ministrations now. Very wet. “Another,” she requested. He grunted and added another finger, stretching her to make her ready.

Suddenly, every glide of his fingers, every touch of his thumb thrilled her to her very core. She pointed her toes, arched her back, and cried out at the sheer pleasure of it all. James seized hold of her buttocks, tugging her forward, so she slid down his wet, muscular thighs toward his throbbing cock which jutted out toward her. Unable to withstand the temptation, she wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing gently.

“Gods!” James uttered in a guttural voice. He thrust himself more firmly into her hold, closing his eyes, chest heaving. “Fuck, Gunnilde,” he panted. “I can’t—”

“Oh yes, you can, James,” she insisted sweetly. “You can do it now. Come inside me. I want you to.” She leaned back, widening her legs and positioning him right where he needed to be.

James thrust up with his hips. “Oh!” Her eyes watered to find him so firmly lodged inside of her. He stilled at once, his eyes searching her face in query. Gunnilde wriggled a moment to check all was well. She breathed out in relief.

“Yes?” he asked, a tense look on his face.

“Yes,” she agreed. “More.”

He breathed out shakily and bucked his hips again, once more, twice more, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips until he was fully sheathed. Then he gave a low groan of relief, his mouth seeking hers again. Gunnilde kissed him back with all the wild longing she felt.

Feeling a warmth steal once more over her limbs, she realized that James was sliding back down the side of the tub, until they were half submerged in the water. Tearing her lips from his, she sat up to take stock of the situation. James’s head was tipped back, and he was watching her through desire-glazed eyes.

“You’re incredible,” he said.

Gunnilde hesitated. Stupid to ask for clarification. He meant her body, of course. Still, she could not help herself. “Do you really think so?” she whispered.

He nodded and she felt a pang in her chest. How could he look so terribly sincere? He also looked calmer now he was inside her, which was unfair, as Gunnilde was feeling anything but. She wriggled against him and gasped at the sensation of fullness. “James,” she whined.

“Let’s stay like this awhile.”

“Like this?” He nodded. “I don’t know if I can. I need...” She bit her lip.

“What?” he asked throatily. “Tell me.”

“To move.”

“Move, then,” he said it like almost like a challenge. “Move on me.”

Gunnilde released his shoulders to reach up behind him and grip the edge of the tub, then she shifted herself over him, making him grunt. She undulated, which felt nice, so nice, but wasn’t enough. She needed more. More friction. She ground herself down on him, forward, then back, making him gasp and draw his knees up behind her, feeling him deep.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Don’t stop.”

All the while, she felt the heat of James’s gaze on her as she took her pleasure. His hands slid down from caressing her breasts to clasp her hips tight, urging her movements to become brisker and brisker, until it was more of a bounce. His eyes roamed greedily over her jolting breasts.

She rose up on her knees, only for James to growl and slam her back down onto his cock. She cried out at the sensation.

“Again,” he urged thickly. “Do that again.”