Daisy
I know I'm playing with fire when I get into the bathtub and rest my back against his chest. The steam from the water rises up around us, giving me what I like to think of as a cloak to protect my feelings. That he doesn't have to see how hot my face is, how I'm willing to do things when I don't have to look into his eyes. It forces me to feel, instead of worrying about being embarrassed.
His arms go around me and I lean my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes. His large palms slide up my stomach before cupping my tits, his thumbs going to the peaked nipples, worrying over the nubs. I widen my legs as much as I can, but they're trapped by the edges of the tub. "Jasper, that feels good." I suck my bottom lip in between my teeth.
"That's what I want. You to feel good." His voice is low, an intoxicating drink of alcohol against my parched throat. "When you feel good, I do too."
His cock is hard at my back and I grind into it. "You're so hard," I groan.