Like Sean’s.
No. I needed to forget about him.
Jake’s hands returned to my body, caressing my hips through the fabric. He pulled the hem of my dress up and cupped my lower back with his hands, smoothing them up and down my asscheeks.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned. His fingers slipped down between my thighs. I was ignited with a desire that had been pent up for too long.
“But first,” he said, pulling away, “I’m going to wash you.”
The water was hot, so hot that at first I gritted my teeth and sucked air in through my lips. But the heat soon washed through me, and I eased myself down into the tub. The white marble was cool against my skin, a nice contrast to the steaming water.
Jake slid behind me into the tub.
“Can I wash your hair?” he asked, picking up the shampoo bottle.
I nodded and slid down to give him easy access. My head lay in his lap, the hot water lapping at my cheeks.
“Close your eyes.”
It was dark. I thought of the catacombs, the terrible black tunnels. Then I thought of Sean’s eyes. So dark. What color were they underneath? Could they be green?
Jake washed the thoughts away with warm water. His fingers threaded through my hair, massaging my scalp.
“You feel so good,” I said.
“I want to make you feel good,” Jake said. “I want to wash this whole mess away.”
I felt bad for my thoughts. I wanted to know more, to dig deeper. I wanted to face the mess head-on. But Jake was trying so hard to make it disappear.
Hot water rinsed my hair. I felt everything melting away, melting into the tub. I opened my eyes. Jake smiled at me, a calm smile that made me think that everything was going to be okay.
He slathered on conditioner from a coconut oil-scented bottle with a gold top. His hands worked the lotion through my scalp and I moaned in pleasure.
Along the top of the tub were fresh lilacs. I wondered if the housekeeping changed them out every day. I picked one up and twirled it in my finger.
The stalk was covered in hundreds of tiny, pale purple flowers. Some of the pink buds had not yet bloomed. They looked vaguely human, like a baby curled up into itself, waiting to be born. The open blooms were crosses of purple rimmed with the lightest pink.
I set down the bunch of flowers.
“Your next painting?” Jake asked.
I shook my head, looking at the reflection shadows in the surface of the bath water.
“I don’t know what I’m doing with my paintings,” I said. “When I pick up a brush lately, I feel so strained. I want to make my own ideas, but sometimes the ideas don’t show up. I never had that problem before.”
“You mean, back when you were a common subway vandal?”
I grinned.
“Yeah.”
His hands moved farther down, soaping my body. He cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers. His thumbs grazed the stiffening peaks, slippery and wet with bathwater.
“Let’s forget about work, painting or otherwise,” Jake murmured. He pulled me up in the tub so that I was sitting in front of him. His cock throbbed up against my lower back.
He massaged my back and shoulders, kneading the muscles tenderly.
“Your hands…” I moaned.
They moved down to my stomach, pressing down on my hips. He eased me back so that I was lying back against his chest. His lips grazed my temple when I tilted my head back to him.
“God, Lacey,” he said, his hands curving over my skin underneath the water, “Your body is perfect.”
In response, I reached back and stroked the length of his cock. It stiffened further, pressing hard into my back.
“Ah!” he cried. He lifted my body up, buoyant in the water. Then he slid me back down, impaling me with the first part of his hard cock.
I groaned as he eased out of me, his hands gripping my hips to lift me up slowly.
His hands began to massage my front. One hand stroked farther down, his fingers spread on either side of my slit. I gasped as his thumb pressed down exactly there and began a hard, slow circle.
“Ohhhhh,” I cried.
He rolled his hips up into me, and a hoarse scream burst from my lips as he pressed into me from both sides. The ache in me rose to an unbearable pressure.
He eased out again, and the hollow pain of desire strummed through my body. I writhed in his slick grip.
“Now!” I gasped. “Please, now, now, now—”
He thrust up again and at the same time flicked his thumb over my swollen clit. White starbursts exploded in my vision as I came screaming over the edge.
I felt his cock stiffen as the orgasm jolted through my body. My fingers clutched white at the side of the tub and I shook with the waves of pleasure. Then I heard his breath catch, and his muscle throbbed inside of me.