CHAPTER 174: MOUTH

Lor sealed his mouth around her, his tongue working in slow, spiraling circles, teasing her clit with a patience that made her hips twitch.

His fingers brushed her entrance, testing, then slid one inside, feeling her clench around him with a heat that rivaled the bath.

She gasped, her body nearly folding in half, but he steadied her with a palm on her belly, keeping her grounded as he added a second finger, moving slow and relentless.

The room shrank to the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers, punctuated by her soft, broken "oh—oh—oh" each time he stroked the spot that made her tremble.

Her hand found his hair, clutching gently, guiding him without realizing it.

He smiled against her, giving her exactly what she craved, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers curling deeper.

Her thighs shook, her heels slipping against the porcelain, and he caught her before she slid, pulling her hips forward, his mouth never leaving her.

The tension in her body wound tight as wire, then snapped—she came with a whimper that melted into a sigh, her hips rolling through the aftershocks against his tongue, her release flooding his mouth in warm pulses.

"Still with me?" he asked, pulling back, his lips glistening, his breath heavy.

She nodded, dazed, her gray eyes hazy behind fogged glasses.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice raw with need. "Please... I want you."

Heat flared in his chest, spreading like wildfire.

She reached for him, one hand pulling him into a wet, hungry kiss, the other wrapping around his cock, guiding him with a boldness that stole his breath.

"Come here," she said, her voice soft but certain. "Inside."

He lined himself up, pausing to meet her gaze, searching for any hesitation. "I am going in."

"Please," she breathed, her eyes locked on his, shimmering with trust and desire.

Lor eased forward, the head of his cock pressing past her entrance, the tight, wet heat enveloping him inch by inch.

Her face changed—surprise, stretch, then a yielding warmth that made his teeth grit.

The water muffled sound but amplified sensation, her grip around him like a fist of molten silk.

He sank deeper, until his hips met the soft insides of her thighs, and paused, breathing through the overwhelming need to move.

"Okay?" he asked, his voice rough, his hands cradling her hips.

She blinked away unexpected tears, a breathless laugh escaping her. "Better than okay."

He smiled, drawing back slowly, then pressing in again, savoring the glide and the soft sound she made with each thrust.

His thumbs traced slow arcs on her hips, grounding them both in the rhythm.

She looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her lips finding his in a kiss that started sweet but turned greedy, her tongue meeting his with growing confidence.

The pace built naturally, each thrust deeper.

He found the angle that made her gasp—a sharp, needy sound—and stayed there, rolling his hips to press into that sweet spot, letting the depth and pressure stack.

Her chest brushed his, her nipples slick and hot against his skin, the water sloshing around them as their bodies moved together.

Candlelight streaked gold across their wet forms, her freckles glowing like embers.

"Harder," she whispered, her voice fraying as control slipped away. "Please."

He obliged, his thrusts firm but controlled at first, then sharper when she begged again.

His fingers sank into the soft shelf of her ass, using it to pull her onto him, the wet slap of skin growing louder, more urgent.

Her breaths turned to little cries, matching the rhythm of his hips, her thighs wrapping higher around his waist, heels digging into his back.

"Oh gods—Lor—don’t... stop—" Her voice broke, desperate, her nails clawing lightly at his shoulders.

He didn’t, holding her open, driving into that perfect, relentless spot until her mouth fell open, her body tensing.

She came hard, clenching around him in tight, pulsing waves, her release flooding him with heat.

Her cry was sharp, raw, her hips jerking against his as she shuddered through it. Lor rode it out with her, his control fraying, the edge rushing up fast.

"Gonna—" he warned, his voice tight, chest heaving.

She kissed him, fierce and soft, and nodded. "Do it."

He pulled free with a groan, his fist closing around himself.

Two strokes, three, and the climax hit like a spark on dry tinder, hot ropes spilling across her belly and breasts, catching the candlelight before the water smeared them into a warm sheen.

Her hand stayed on him, tender and possessive, stroking him through the last twitch while her other palm spread his release across her skin, as if savoring the feel of being marked.

Silence settled, deep and sated, the steam wrapping them closer.

Lor’s pulse slowed under her fingers where they rested on his throat, her touch light but steady.

He slid back into the water, tugging her gently off the rim and into his lap.

She came willingly, folding against him, her cheek resting on his shoulder, their breaths falling into a shared, lazy rhythm.

He caught a washcloth from the ledge, soaking it in the warm water and running it gently over her chest and stomach, cleaning her with care.

She took it from him, her movements slow and focused, returning the favor with small, attentive strokes across his skin, her touch almost reverent.

The intimacy of it—the quiet care after the heat—made his chest ache with something deeper than lust.

"Thank you," he said, his voice low, sincere.

Her smile was shy but radiant, her gray eyes glowing behind her glasses.

"You’re welcome," she murmured, her voice soft, tinged with a warmth that matched the water around them.

They shifted, settling opposite each other again in the tub, knees brushing beneath the surface, the steam softening the edges of the room.

The sconces cast a golden glow, the candles burned low, and the water rocked them gently, a private sea of their own making.

Nellie’s toes found his ankle, lingering there, a small, playful touch that made him smile.

He laced his fingers over one knee, watching her watch him, her damp hair clinging to her temples, her eyes bright and unguarded.

They sat there, naked and clean, the air humming with a quiet, electric satisfaction.

The day stretched before them, unhurried, its corners still unexplored—but for now, they were content to let the moment linger, their bodies sated, their hearts racing...