Chapter 16. Won’t We Get Tired?

Chapter 16: 16. Won’t We Get Tired?

Venice’s POV

Why is my heart beating like this?

’Why do I feel this way? He’s leaving soon, yet part of me still wants him to stay.’

’Have I fallen back in love? And if I have... he doesn’t seem to care enough.’

The flashbacks of their sex, the number of times she had come, left her feeling restless and intense.

’The way his hands moved over my body felt so damn right.’

’He knew every weak spot. He understood my body better than anyone ever had.’

*That was the best sex of my life. And somehow Denver looked even cuter and hotter than before.’

’I bet he has plenty of girls around him now... yet I still feel a little jealous.’

’I want him.’

’I want my ex back.’

...

"Come a little closer so I can reach your back," he said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Alright. Please help me, I’m still exhausted," she answered.

As she moved closer, his hands settled on her waist and adjusted her slightly.

The pressure on that sensitive spot made her vulnerable; a soft moan slipped out before she could stop it.

"Sorry about that," Denver said gently, making sure she knew it wasn’t intentional.

"Thanks," she murmured, a faint blush rising as I continued taking care of her after the sex.

My hands moved to her back, rubbing and massaging slowly while they sat together in the bathtub. Soapy foam covered them both, leaving only our necks and heads above the water.

He pulled her closer so she could rest against him. My back pressed against the edge of the tub, and Venice against my chest.

I rubbed a little more soap between my hands and moved them to her breasts.

The combination of slick soap and her soft skin made it almost too easy to play with them.

They kept slipping free no matter how carefully I held them. Her nipples hardened under my touch as I massaged and cupped them.

My cock twitched against her back; she must have felt how hard I was getting.

"I’m done," I said calmly.

"Let me wash you too," she asked, turning slightly to face me.

"You don’t have to," I protested.

"Please. At least let me take care of you the same way you took care of me."

I opened my mouth to refuse again, but her hands were already reaching for the soap.

She turned fully around, and I could only stare, her wet hair dripping, strands still streaked with soap, body glistening. She leaned in and kissed me, effectively shutting me up.

"Alright," I murmured against her lips, giving in.

She broke the kiss and began rubbing soap across my chest. I watched her struggle to focus, so I tilted my head back to make it easier.

Her hands moved slowly over the muscle, lingering. I remembered how she used to say my chest was her favorite part of me, how she would crawl against it when she wanted to sleep, or rest her head there while we watched movies.

Her hands drifted lower. My cock hardened further until it brushed her wrist, making its presence impossible to ignore.

She glanced up at my face, then wrapped soapy fingers around me and began stroking in long, slow movements.

The sensation of being touched underwater felt strangely intense cool water, warm hands, the soft glide of soap.

She leaned in again. I met her halfway for another kiss while shifting so she could settle beside me. Her strokes quickened. The water slapped softly against my balls with every movement, drawing a low moan from me.

She pulled herself up into a squat, hovering just above me, then sank down, taking me inside.

She started bouncing, using her full weight, one hand gripping the iron bar behind the sink for leverage.

Water splashed louder with every thrust. Her breasts brushed my face; I caught one in my mouth and sucked while she took control.

"Fuck me until you’re satisfied," I told her, relaxing back and spreading my arms.

The wet sound of her body meeting mine filled the bathroom as she rode harder.

"Oh Denver... you feel so good inside me"

"Yes... uhh... uhhhhh" Her moans broke into gasps as she kept the pace.

Soap still clung to our skin when she finally slowed, clearly tiring.

"Let’s rinse off in the shower," I said.

She stood first and offered her hands. I took them, bracing myself on the edge of the tub as I rose.

We stepped out and moved to the glass shower. I opened the door, guided her inside, and turned the water on to a gentle stream that washed the remaining soap from our bodies.

I positioned myself behind her, cock pressed against her entrance while she braced against the glass. I pushed in and began thrusting steadily. The warm water kept us cool and clean.

"Yes,please I love it pleaseeeeeeeeeee"

She spread her legs wider and arched her back, giving me a deeper angle. I gripped her waist and drove harder, watching her ass shake with every thrust.

A sharp slap landed across one cheek as I buried myself fully.

"Oh yes, I’m cumming"

She came almost the moment the words left her mouth. I pulled out; I wasn’t close yet. Maybe because I’d already finished twice earlier that day.

She turned, realized I was still hard, and went down to her knees. Her mouth opened, ready to take me in...