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Chapter 98
Summer’s POV
The bathroom door clicked shut, and Brandon carried me straight to the tub, the air thick with steam from the hot water. ite set me down on the edge, my toes dipping into the warmth as he turned off the faucet, the soft drip of water echoing in the quiet. My heart pounded, my skin prickling as he stood between my legs, his hands resting lightly on my hips. I could feel him through his pants, hard and insistent, and a nervous flush crept up my chest.
“Summer,” he said quietly, his voice low and soothing as his thumb grazed my cheek. “You okay?”
I nodded, biting my lip, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
He smiled, gentle and reassuring, and leaned in, kissing me slow and deep, his tongue tracing mine until my nerves melted into heat. My hands shook as I fumbled with his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one to reveal his broad chest. I ran my fingers over his skin, hesitant and unsure, and he hummed softly, encouraging me without rushing.
Then came his pants. I bit my lip, my hands trembling as I reached for his belt. The metal clinked loudly in my fumbling grip, and I struggled with the zipper, my knuckles brushing against the thick bulge beneath. My face flamed as I finally tugged his pants and boxers down together, his cock springing free–long, hard, and already slick at the tip. I froze, staring, my breath shallow.
“You don’t have to be shy,” he murmured, his tone warm as he tilted my chin up, meeting my eyes. “It’s just me.” He stepped out of his clothes, fully bare now, and guided me into the tub, the water slashing as he settled in first, pulling me down to straddle his lap.
I yelped softly as the heat enveloped me, my knees pressing into the porcelain on either side of him. He tugged my shirt off, then my shorts, leaving my panties last. His fingers slipped under the waistband, peeling the soaked fabric down my thighs, and I shivered as he tossed them aside, the water lapping at my bare skin. His eyes darkened, roaming over me, and I felt my core clench under his gaze.
“You’re so beautiful, you know?” he said quietly, his hands sliding up my thighs as he pulled me closer. The water rippled around us, warm and slick, and I gasped as his fingers found me, teasing my folds before pressing inside, slow and careful. My walls fluttered around him, wetter than the bath itself, and I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging in as he curled his fingers, stretching me gently.
“Brandon…” My voice trembled, needy, and I shifted in his lap, feeling his cock nudge against my thigh. I reached down, wrapping my hand around him, but my grip was awkward, too tight then too loose, my strokes jerky and uneven. I glanced up, embarrassed. “Is this… okay?”
He exhaled shakily, his hand guiding mine with patience. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice soft and steady. “Just go slow–feel me.” I tried again, my palm gliding over his length, slick with water and his own arousal, and he groaned quietly, the sound making my pulse race.
But he didn’t let me fumble long. He lifted my hips, the water sloshing as he positioned me over him. Then he guided me down, his cock pressing into me, thick and unyielding. I whimpered, the stretch burning as he filled me, inch by inch, the water doing little to ease the raw sensation. My hands gripped his neck, my body trembling as I sank fully onto him, his hips flush against mine.
“Oh god,” I gasped, the fullness overwhelming, my pussy clenching tight around him as the water lapped at my waist. He started to move, slow at first, his hands on my hips lifting me up then pulling me back down, each thrust sending waves through the tub. The wet slap of our bodies mingled with my shaky moans, the heat of him inside me blending with the bath’s warmth.
“You feel so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear as he rocked into me, deeper now, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot. My breasts bounced with each motion, water dripping from my skin, and I arched into him, desperate for more. He spread my thighs wider, his grip firm but tender, and the angle shifted, hitting something inside me that made me cry out, my voice echoing off the tiles.
`I—I can’t—” I stammered, the pleasure coiling tight and fast as he thrust harder, the water splashing over the edge. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing slick, tight circles, and I shattered. My orgasm hit like a flood, my cunt spasming
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hard around him, gushing into the water as I shook, sobbing his name. He held me through it, his thrusts steady, drawing out every tremble.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice breaking as his pace faltered. He buried himself deep, groaning softly as he came, his cock pulsing inside me, spilling hot and thick. I felt it leak out, mixing with the water, and he pulled me against his chest, both of us breathless, the bath rippling around us.
Afterwards, I lay wrapped in sheets, my body still tingling. The memory of him carrying me to the bathroom, how we’d made love in the warm water, made me flush all over again.
“Quit staring at the ceiling, Brandon’s deep voice pulled me back.
“I’m not,” I protested weakly. “Just thinking.”
“About?” His eyes flicked up from his laptop.
“You,” I admitted.
Brandon set his work aside. “You should get some sleep.”
“What about you?” I tugged at his arm. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”
“Hmm. He closed his laptop and slid down beside me. I shifted closer until my arm pressed against his.
I tilted my head toward him, hands reaching for his arm. Brandon leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Sleep,” he
murmured.
I closed my eyes, still holding onto him as I drifted off.
I jolted awake hours later to empty space beside me. The clock read 3:27 AM.
I switched on the lamp. Brandon’s side was empty, like he’d never been there.
I padded across the cold floor to the guest room and knocked softly. No answer.
Turning to head back, I nearly ran into Brandon standing in the hallway with a glass of water.
His eyes dropped to my bare feet. “Where are your slippers? Floor’s freezing.”
“I woke up and you weren’t there,” I said, feeling suddenly small. “Thought maybe you’d bailed.”
“Come on.” He handed me his slippers and scooped me up.
“Where were you anyway?” I asked. “It’s like, the middle of the night
“Working. Had to finish some stuff.”
“What’s so important it couldn’t wait till morning?” My voice had an edge I couldn’t hide.
Brandon studied my face, something shifting in his expression. “Nothing that matters.”
“Don go back to work,” I blurted, tugging his sleeve. “Stay with me, okay?”
He nodded. “Work can wait.” He pulled me closer. “I’m not going anywhere, June. Not ever.”
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