Kalista
“Who knew I married a homemaker?”
“I offered to prepare a meal, not scrub the toilet,” I say as we enter the Riad.
Although, to be fair, I’ve discovered that being on my knees around Griff isn’t the fucking worst thing ever.
“Plus, it’s not like we’re really married, right?”
“Right.” He almost sounds disappointed.
As we walk down the main hall, Griff is a few steps ahead of me, allowing me uninterrupted time to drink him in and size him up. His broad shoulders taper down to a narrow waist. I may not be able to see the sinewy back muscles through his expensive, tailored suit, but I know they’re under there.
“Drink, love?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
Griff heads over to the bar. He doesn’t even ask me what I want, but that’s because his places only ever carry one thing: scotch.
I lean back against the plush settee in the sitting room and enjoy the view before me. When he turns just the right way, I can see the unmistakable outline of his cock through his designer pants.
Between that sight and meeting the crew tonight, I’m soaking through my La Perla.
Meeting his associates and talking about clandestine, criminal enterprises was intoxicating enough. But watching Griff so naturally slip into a leadership role and command the room—like he commands every room—made me want to rip his clothes off right there in the middle of the bar.
As Griff hands me my Scotch, our hands meet.
Am I telepathically communicating with him how much I want to fuck him on this sofa? Or is he looking at me like he wants to fuck me too because he can see it in my eyes?
Griff sits down across from me with that sexy, confident grin of his.
“You haven’t had a chance to explore the house yet?”
“Why? Is there a hidden amusement park in the basement?”
“No, but there is a hammam at the end of that hall,” he says pointing to a part of the Riad I hadn’t visited yet. “You could relax in a soothing bath.”
“A bath alone doesn’t sound very relaxing,” I purr.
“I might be persuaded to join you. A hammam is an intoxicating experience, especially if you’ve never tried it.”
Griff reaches over the short distance between his ottoman and my settee and starts stroking my leg. It sends shivers through my body.
“Intoxicating? You have my attention.”
“Too bad we weren’t here before our ‘wedding.’ You could have partaken in the traditional pre-wedding bathing ritual.”
This gets my attention.
“It’s bad enough I’m already doing wifely duties like cooking for your friends—”
“That was your idea.”
“—but now I find out that I missed out on a bathing ritual?
“My apologies, Mrs. Langdon,” Griff says as he stands up and holds out his hand for me. “I’ll try to make it up to you. You won’t be disappointed.”
He leads me down the hall and down the stairs to what seems like another world.
Moroccan tiles cover the walls, which lead to a dome in the center of the room. Moonlight from the windows and skylight stream into the room, making the beautiful tiles practically shimmer in the light. Built-in couches are set into the curved wall of the round room, which has a circular bath sunken into the center of it.
As I’m taking in this breathtaking sight, I notice how warm the room is. The moist heat of the room alone would be enough to get anyone’s juices flowing.
I don’t need any help, however.
Just as I’m breathing in the warm, comforting air, Griff is behind me, unzipping my dress. His hands on my bare back send shivers of pleasure throughout my body. With those same strong hands, he turns me around to face him.
I instinctively lean in for a kiss, only to be stopped by a finger on my pursed lips.
“Not yet, love,” Griff practically purrs as my dress drops to the floor. My wet panties aren’t far behind. “That’s not part of the ritual. You’re a pure, innocent bride-to-be, remember?”
Ooh, role-playing. This is going to be more fun than I thought.
Griff takes my hand and leads me into the bath. It’s cool, but not cold. The difference in temperature between the humid room and the cool bath is refreshing and heady all at once.
I settle into the water just in time to watch him strip for me. Our eyes never break contact as I enjoy the show from my front row seat.
Joining me in the cool water, he settles in behind me and reaches for a sea sponge resting on a dish beside the bath.
He dips the sponge to fill it with water and then begins the most seductive bath I’ve ever had. He squeezes the sponge so it drips a steady stream of water onto my shoulder, flowing over my tits.
When the water hits my warm, exposed skin, the contrast is fucking awesome. My nipples are instantly hard—or, well, harder.
Using the sponge as an extension of his hand, he caresses every inch of my body. It’s so visceral that I feel like I’m back in that sitting room in Barcelona.
I lean back as the sponge is set aside and replaced by Griff’s hands. He methodically and confidently explores me—one needy body part at a time.
Under his strong hands, every inch of my body becomes an erogenous zone. He caresses my arms, my stomach, my chest.
Glorious touches.
He cups my tits, kneading them until I let out a moan.
Slowly, almost to the point of exquisite torture, Griff explores my taut stomach and finally—finally—reaches my mound.
Instead of plunging his fingers into my waiting pussy, he teases me by rubbing my clit over and over again.
When I feel like I just can’t take it anymore, I buck up against him, wrapping an arm around his neck in the universal symbol of “Just fucking do it already. You’re killing me.”
With a nibble on my neck, he obliges and plunges a finger into my tight pussy.
I can feel the energy building with each plunge he takes and with each rub on my clit. With his other hand, Griff massages my tits, twisting my nipple until I moan in pleasure.
Just as I’m reaching my climax, he plunges his tongue into my mouth.
He’s fucking me with his tongue and his fingers—both working in unison—and driving me over the edge. I can’t hold on any longer as he pushes me over the ledge. Bucking against his hand, I explode in an ecstasy-filled release as I moan into our kiss.
I pull our lips apart and feel my breath hitch in my throat.
“I want you inside me. Now!”
Griff whips me around so I’m the one against the bath’s ledge and he’s behind me. I lean my ass into him, urging him to fuck me.
Splaying one hand on my upper back and the other of his magical, manly hands at my waist, he plunges into me. It sends overwhelming shockwaves of pleasure pulsating throughout my body.
A moan escapes my lips as the water furiously laps around me, and I feel the cool tile under my arms.
Griff rocks his hips against mine, plunging his cock as deep into my wet pussy as he can. That man knows just how to fuck, and he’s showing his expertise right now.
Each thrust of his hips teases at being the one that sends me over the edge.
I want so much to come around his thick cock as it fills me, but I don’t ever want this feeling to end.
And then the teasing ends. From out of nowhere, I cry out as I come. Earthquakes of unbridled ecstasy ripple through my body as I tremble in his grasp.
Griff is mere seconds behind me, and he plunges as far as he can one last time, unloading his cum into me before collapsing onto my back.
I can feel his heart beating like a machine gun in his chest—something I can relate to—and it makes me smile knowing he’s just as satisfied.
With a flutter of kisses on my back and neck, Griff pulls out and collapses into the water beside me. As I glance over at him, I realize I never want to be apart from him again. Literally, I fall into his waiting arms—which he then wraps around me.
I don’t know when it happened, but my feelings for Griff are becoming stronger by the day.
Who knew that such a scoundrel could be what I always wanted?
“How did we take a bath, and I ended up dirtier than when we started?”
“Sorry, love. You bring it out in me,” Griff whispers into my neck.
His warm breath excites me all over again.
He accentuates his sentence with a tweak of my nipple, causing a little flutter in my spent pussy. I could definitely go for round two.
And by the signs of life I can feel coming from his cock bobbing against my ass cheek, it wouldn’t take much persuasion to get this man of mine to fuck me again.
I reach around him to pick up the long forgotten sponge. Dipping it into the water, I squeeze it onto Griff’s muscled chest.
“Let’s start this from the top, shall we?”
Griff grins and crosses his arms behind his head. He’s ready and excited for me to take charge this time.
“Don’t miss a spot.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” I say as I start bathing him with the same tender attention he showed me. “What kind of wife would I be if I did?”