Unveiled(21)

“Nothing would give me greater pleasure,” he confirms, his long legs eating up the distance between us. Dropping to his knees at the edge of the bath, he takes the bottle and squirts some in his hands. I sit up and turn my back to him to give him easy access, then close my eyes when I feel his strong fingers push into my scalp. His slow motions and care with me install a glimmer of peace into my worried bones. It’s quiet for a while. My head is massaged, I’m gently ordered to rinse, and then he’s working conditioner through my waves. “I love your hair,” he whispers, taking his time to feel it, combing through with his fingers as he hums.

“It needs trimming,” I reply, smiling to myself when his busy fingers halt abruptly.

“Only trimming.” He gathers the wet, slippery masses into a ponytail and twists forever until it’s all coiled around his fist. “And I want to come with you.” Gently pulling back, he tilts and brings my face close to his.

“You want to monitor the hairdresser?” I ask, bemused, shifting in the water, so grateful for his intention to distract me.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” He isn’t kidding either. I know it. I’m kissed lightly on the lips, little soft pecks over and over, until his hot tongue pushes into my mouth and sweeps through lovingly. I relax into his kiss, my eyes closing, my world stabilizing. “You taste so good.”

He breaks our kiss but keeps his face close as he unravels my hair thoughtfully until it’s falling down my back and half of the length is splaying in the water. It’s grown far too long, now skimming my lower back, but it looks like it’s staying that way. “Let’s get this conditioner out of your unruly locks.” He caresses my cheek with his thumb for a few moments before his hands shift to my neck and encourage me to sink into the water. I slide down the tub and close my eyes as I disappear below the depths, my hearing becoming muffled.

Holding my breath is easy. I’ve done it so many times since meeting Miller, when he’s stolen it with one of his worshipful kisses or brought me to climax by teasing me there. With my loss of vision and my hearing compromised, all I can do is feel him. Firm hands are working through my hair, rubbing away the conditioner and rubbing away my helplessness at the same time. But then his hand leaves my scalp and glides down the side of my face to my throat. Then from my throat to my chest. And from my chest onto a swollen mound. The very tip of my nipple tingles with anticipation. It’s circled deliciously, and then his touch is drifting across my stomach to my inner thigh. I tense beneath the water, fighting to hold still to preserve my breath. My darkness and silence are heightening my other senses, most significantly, feeling. His finger slips past my quivering lips and slides deeply into me. My hands fly out of the water and clasp the sides of the tub, and I pull myself up fast, needing to grab every gratifying element of Miller worshipping me—namely, his perfect face filled with satisfaction.

I gasp, urgently dragging air into my lungs, and Miller starts to pump lazily. “Hmmm.” I rest my head back, letting it fall limply to the side so I can watch him pleasure me with his gifted fingers.

“Good?” His voice is rough, and his eyes are darkening.

I nod and bite down on my lip, contracting every internal muscle on my mission to seize the flutter of tingles in the pit of my stomach. But I lose my concentration when he pushes his thumb onto my clitoris and begins to work precise, torturous circles into the sensitive nub. “So good,” I breathe, beginning to pant, my pleasure only multiplying when his lips part and he shifts his position by the side of the tub to get better leverage. Withdrawing slowly, he locks eyes with mine and pushes forward with nothing but satisfaction and victory gushing from every part of him. My body starts to shake. “Miller, please,” I beg, starting the pointless shaking of my head in despair. “Please, make it happen.”

My demand doesn’t go ignored. He’s as desperate as I am to drown out the misery of our time in the study. He leans over the bath, maintaining his deep drives as he clashes our mouths together and kisses me to climax. I bite down on his bottom lip when my orgasm takes hold, probably causing him pain with the pressure of my teeth sinking in, but it doesn’t stop him and his determination to fix our spat. I’m being attacked by unforgiving pangs of pleasure, over and over, again and again. My body is shaking violently, making the water splash around me, until I lose my strength and my body goes limp in the water. Now I’m exhausted for a whole different reason, and it’s far more appealing than my exhaustion of moments ago.