Page 105 of Twisted Temptation

My foot finds his calf and slides up slowly.

"Bad day?" I ask.

"It just got significantly better."

My foot keeps climbing. Up past his knee to the inside of his thigh, my toes brushing the length of his cock. His hand shoots under the water and grabs my ankle.

"Problem?" I say with a grin.

"You know exactly what you're doing."

"I'm taking a bath, Dante. You're the one who got in."

"You invited me."

"You took off your clothes in four seconds," I tease, flexing my foot and pressing my toes against him again.

His fingers tighten around my ankle, pulling me through the water until I'm on his lap, with my knees on either side of his hips and my hands on his shoulders. Bubbles spill over the rim and slosh to the floor.

"Hi," I say.

"Hi."

"You're tense."

"I'm not tense."

I trace his jawline with a wet finger. "This thing right here gives you away every time. You clench when you're stressed. Or turned on." I stop at his chin. "Which one is it right now?"

"Take a guess."

I slightly adjust my hips, and the movement drags my pussy along the length of his cock; the friction is enough to make my breath stutter.

"Hmm," I say. "I think you’re stressed."

"Wrong."

"Really?" I roll my hips again, this time slower. "How about now?"

His eyes glaze over, and his groan is rough as he reaches for my hips underwater. “Even less so.”

I lean forward, my lips brushing his ear as I grind down on him. "How about now?"

His hand grabs the back of my neck, and his mouth crashes into mine, kissing me hard and wet and deep until I’m moaning against his lips.

Under the soapy water, he takes his cock in his hand and positions himself right where I want him. “Take it,” he rasps.

I slowly sink onto his cock, stopping when he’s thick and hard inside me to the hilt.

I clench around him, throbbing but still, wanting to torture us both.

"Move, baby…" His voice comes out broken. “Baby, please…”

His cock flinches inside me, begging me to move, but I remain motionless.

Because this is intense torture and beautiful agony.

“Little rose … I’m begging you…”