Chapter Twenty-Six

~James~

Once more I found myself doing something that I knew was a poor choice, passion surging through every fiber of my being as I walked Nicole backwards, my hands exploring all of her that was within my reach.

We needed to focus on getting a divorce, on severing our paths legally so we could move on and be the functioning adults that we were supposed to be. But how was I supposed to do that when she fit against me like she was made for me and everything about her was so damn intoxicating?

It wasn’t fair. It was like I had been set up with a game that was impossible to win, and why would I want to? Winning meant not feeling, tasting, or experiencing the paradise that was Nicole, and I just couldn’t bring myself to do that.

We were almost to where I remembered the bedroom was from the tour, but at the last moment she pulled me in another direction. I hesitated, and of course she couldn’t budge me an inch, so she broke the kiss to look up at me with an eager expression.

“I have an idea,” she said, voice husky with desire. I knew better than to question that and let her lead me to the bathroom.

Not exactly the sexiest place in the house, but I didn’t question it. Even when she pulled away from me and turned around, bending down to fiddle with something that I couldn’t see.

It wasn’t until I heard the water running into the tub that I realized what she was doing. Oh, so she wanted to play in the water, did she? Well I could accommodate that.

Once she had the water to a temperature she liked, she turned back to me, swaying sexily. I reached out, letting my hands rest on her hips as I pulled her back to me once more.

I let my head dip down, pressing a single kiss against her swollen lips before pulling her shirt up over her head.

She lifted her arms, aiding me, and I revealed her lacy camisole and the very top of her floral bra.

“Did you wear this for me?” I teased, letting my hand gently glide over the smooth curves of her skin, reveling in the feeling of warmth and silk there.

“No,” she said quickly, too quickly, before smiling sheepishly. “Maybe.”

“Uh-huh.”

Her hands reached up and she started to unbutton my own shirt. Although I had dressed somewhat casually, I still had gone with a somewhat but together look. But now I found myself cursing the fact that I chose clothing that wasn’t exactly easy to get out of.

Nicole, as if she had a guide on how to drive me crazy, leaned forward to kiss my chest every time she freed a button, going lower and lower until she was on her knees.

I pulled my shirt from my frame as her hands went to my pants. Considering that I didn’t have a belt on, she was able to undo all the fastenings on them much more quickly than she ever had before.

Looking up at me, there was an illicit sort of passion in her gaze that poured like lava over my mind. She gave me a bit of a smirk before pulling my pants right down and helping me step out of them.

I was barely freed when she was already pulling me from my boxers, stroking my fully hard length and making me hiss with pleasure. I tilted my head back, wishing I had something to lean against, but I had to stand and absorb everything that Nicole doled out.

And boy did she know how to dole it out. Her hands left me after less than a couple of minutes, being replaced by her narrow, wet tongue. I shuddered as its tip laved along me, leaving a slick trail in its wake. I knew from experience what that muscle could do to me, how easily it could put me over the edge, so I focused on my breathing. Deep inhales, deep exhales. Deep inhales, deep-

“Holy shit!”

Apparently, I had been far too calm for Nicole’s liking, so she had suddenly wrapped her mouth around me and surged forward, engulfing all of me in one go. When I had enough of my wits together, I looked down, only to see her smirking up at me.

It looked like someone was in a mischievous mood tonight. Two could play at that game.

Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers in her hair, winding through the tresses until I had enough grip to influence the motion of her head and just how deep she took me.

I pulled her back, until the tip of my manhood was just barely between her lips. She groaned, straining forward, clearly wanting more of me. But I held her still, only allowing her the slightest of contacts.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” I asked, feeling my lips twist into a crooked smile.

She nodded, her tongue flicking across the head of my length. I shuddered at that, and gave her a little slack, sand sure enough she was bobbing along me with renewed vigor.

I held on as long as I could, fighting each wave of pleasure that went over me until finally I couldn’t take anymore.

“That’s enough,” I said, pulling her off me. She let go, cheeks red and face swollen, and I almost lost myself right then and there.

“Perfect timing,” she said, turning back to the deep, deep tub. “The water’s at about the perfect level.”

She sat down at the edge of the water and wiggled off her yoga pants along with her panties. Although it certainly wasn’t the most graceful strip I had ever seen, I loved every moment of it.

Because it was special. Just between the two of us. Sure, there was no polish, sure it was a raw, unguarded moment without pomp or refinement, but that’s what made it different. How could anyone witness this and think there was any ulterior motive? Nicole was as straight forward as they came, with an earnest sort of honesty to everything she did.

Once she was bare, she slid into the water, like a mermaid finally finding its home. There, standing in the water with her rounded belly and mussed hair, she looked like the closest thing to a goddess that I had ever seen. I peeled off my socks and threw them to the side, then removed my boxers, before carefully joining her.

The last thing I wanted to do was slip and bring and unfortunate end to her brilliant little idea. So, I took my time, until finally we were both in the warm water together, just experiencing the moment.

I lowered myself onto the built-in seat all around the edge of the tub and pulled Nicole towards me. As she straddled me, I reached between her legs, searching for her entrance.

I found it without much problem, and my fingers rubbed against it. This wasn’t my first time at the rodeo, so I knew that water had a tendency to counteract a woman’s natural lubrication, despite what most people thought, so I would have to work overtime to make sure that she was ready for me.

She whined as I slid within her, my fingers working her over in just the way that I knew she liked. Just like in Vegas, this position put her at the perfect height for me to take one of her pert nipples into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue and between my teeth.

The sounds coming out of her were pure sin, and combined with the seductively warm water around us, and the jets causing the liquid to foam and froth, pushed everything to a whole new level. It was like all of my senses had been heightened, only to be filled with her.

Like usual, I tried to take my time, tried to make sure that she was truly ready for me, but there was a strange sort of urgency to what we were doing, like the moment was enchanted lightening that needed to be caught in a bottle before it disappeared forever. So much sooner than I normally would, I was positioning her over me and guiding herself as she lowered onto me.

It went easier than it had previous times, and I didn’t know if that was because I was learning her and what she liked more and more each time, or because the warm water was helping her relax. Either way, there wasn’t nearly as much pain in her face as she adjusted, taking bit by bit of me until I was buried completely inside of her.

She leaned against me, pregnant belly warm and pressing against my own front. I was reminded that our child was in there, and that just made me want her that much more. It was the best kind of torture to make sure that she was ready for me to move, and I tensed all of my body until I was practically one ball of muscle, until she finally gave me the nod I was waiting for.

I gave a few experimental thrusts at first, water sloshing all around us. When there was no resistance and only cries of pleasure from Nicole, I picked up speed until we were gyrating against each other wildly.

The water splashed up over the edge of the tub, getting everywhere, but neither of us cared. The world was just the two of us, moving against each other in the way only two lovers could. Her skin was glistening, slick to the touch and enticing in every way. My hands gripped her hips, thumbs alternating between stroking the skin there and gripping it tightly. I guided her as we surged against each other, my body electric with sensation.

“God, James,” she cried, her hands reaching out on either side of me to grip the side of the tub. She put all of her weight on me, and it was comforting, reminding me that she was real, and in the moment with me. “I’m so close!”

Good, because I was nearing my edge too. Normally I liked to make her climax at least once before penetration, but we had been in too much of a hurry. I would never let myself orgasm before my partner, so I was grateful we wouldn’t have to take a break where I’d have to get her to the same point I was.

Besides, we could always do a round two later while we towel dried ourselves.

But it was a bit early to start thinking about that. After all, I still had this round to deal with. Even with a few more minutes left in me, I could already tell this was going to be one hell of a finish.

Her hands moved from the tub edge to my shoulders, nails biting into my skin, the pain just amplifying all the pleasure she gave me. I bent my head down in response, lips finding her neck and worshipping the skin there, only taking breaks to occasionally worry at the smooth expanse with my teeth. I could feel myself throbbing within her, and I knew it was only a matter of time.

Grabbing one of her hands, I pulled it down into the sloshing water, planting it where we were joined. She got the idea and I could feel it as her own finger went to work on that sensitive nub that could send her toppling over the edge.

She started fluttering around me, muscles leading up to the part where she would clamp down on me and milk me for all my worth, so I put my free hand to good use. Finding her breasts again, I took her nipple between my fingers and pinched it gently.

“James!”

Ah, there it was. In a cascade of mewling cries, she came undone around me, tightening around my length like the warmest, slickest vice ever created. It took all of my self-control to let her ride out the rest of her orgasm before finally tumbling over the edge myself.

I saw white, desperately gasping as I poured myself into her. All the tension we had built up together faded, melting out into the water and trickling away to go down the drain and be forgotten.

Nicole slumped against me, breathing hard and her heart thundering against her chest. I could feel it though my own ribs, colliding with my own and reminding me of how connected we were.

We sat there for several minutes, the jets still bubbling water around us as if they hadn’t gotten the clue that the heated moment was over and now we were rapidly coming down.

“I…I think the floors probably a bit slippery,” Nicole murmured, looking a bit sheepish in my lap.

“You’re probably right,” I answered, smirking a bit. Examining the room, I reached out for one of the towels hanging on the rack and managed to grab the corner of one and haul it over to us. Slowly, I pulled out of her, mourning the loss of contact, and turned to the edge of the tub.

Carefully, I laid the towel out so it covered from the lip of the tub to the door. There, no slipping or cracked skulls. That would be the worst way to end this night.

I got out of the tub and offered her my hand, aiding her out of the tub. It wasn’t graceful, or movie-magic-smooth, but that didn’t matter. Her normally golden skin ranged from pink to red, flush from the warm water and the moments we had shared together.

I didn’t think I had ever seen her look more beautiful.

I kept a hold of her hand and lead her to the bathroom, stopping long enough to grab another towel for us. I would have grabbed two, but it seemed that Nicole didn’t have that many. I made a note to treat her to a whole bathroom set, but that could wait until tomorrow.

Together, we reached the bed and -after a good toweling off courtesy of me- she slid into it. I kissed her forehead and went to leave, ready to take my spot on the couch, only for her to refuse to let go of my hand.

“Yes?” I asked, turning back to her to see a kind, sort of wistful expression on her face.

“You can sleep with me tonight,” she said, moving the covers and scooting over so that I could slide in.

“You sure?”

She nodded, so I quickly dried what was left of me that needed it and slid in. The sheets weren’t quite as soft as my own back home, but they were full of Nicole’s scent and warmth. I curled against her back as we settled, wrapping one of my arms around her to rest on her belly. Although I was pretty sure it was just in my head, I swore I could feel our little one’s heartbeat through my palm.

It was in that moment, pressed against her and sleep pulling at both of us, that I knew without a doubt something had changed between us. And whatever it was, things were different now.

I just hoped that it was a good change.