Free That Filthy Book by Natalie Dae, Lily Harlem

penetrating my skin as I breathed in the vanilla scent. It reminded me of my favourite cakes.
    He dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “I want to make you feel more than nice, love. I want to make you feel like you’re flying high.”
    I shifted on the base of the bath, and the piping hot water flowed into my pussy. Sighing, I shut my eyes. “Great plan,” I whispered, thoroughly looking forward to the promise of flying high.
    He continued to rub and squeeze, easing knots from my shoulders and scooping water and frothy bubbles onto my skin. The steam was heavy with our desire and the quiet splosh of the water echoed erotically around the tiled walls. I began to feel dreamy, his big, firm, familiar fingers transporting me to a wonderful place where only we existed.
    Eventually he lifted his calming hands and I opened my eyes to the dim light.
    “You ready?” he asked quietly.
    The lust already pooling in my belly tugged at my pussy and clit, and my nipples peaked. I was more than ready. I’d been ready for weeks.
    “Yes,” I said, reaching for his offered hand.
    He urged me up, helped me out, then wrapped a fluffy white towel around my shoulders. My skin was hot and tingly, the towel super-soft, as if my senses were heightened.
    I leaned into him as he smoothed his hands over my back, drying and warming me further.
    “That was perfect,” I said.
    Crooking his finger beneath my chin, he tilted my head. I stared into his face, his handsome, adorable face that I knew better than my own, and felt my heart would burst with love. What we were about to do I could only do, would only do, with him.
    There was only Jacob.
    Our lips connected and, in a sudden flourish, he scooped me up, holding me tight against his bare chest.
    I linked my fingers behind his head as he kicked the door open and marched into our bedroom.
    He searched my mouth with his tongue even as he lowered me onto the bed. I explored his mouth, too, absorbing his flavour, his texture, knowing I would never get enough.
    As he dipped his head to my breasts, I noticed the candles set around our room. There was a hint of vanilla in the air here too, and briefly I wondered if he’d been out and bought candles especially. James Blunt played softly on the stereo Jacob had brought up from downstairs, his voice dreamy and calming.
    “Mmm, you taste divine,” Jacob whispered, nipping at my puckered areola.
    I writhed for more. I wanted him to touch me all over. I was like a hot mass of wanton need infused with excitement. “Jacob,” I moaned. My patience had run dry. I needed him inside me, inside my forbidden entrance.
    He must have sensed my urgency. “Turn over,” he said and nudged me with flattened palms.
    I willingly rolled onto my belly.
    Scooping his forearm beneath my hips, he raised me and eased a pillow, and another, beneath my body.
    “Just relax and let me do the work,” he murmured, his breath warm in the hollow of my back.
    “Yes, oh, yes, Jacob, please, now.”
    “Patience.” He planted a hot, wet kiss on my left buttock and wound his fingers up my thighs, easing them apart so he could sit between them. “Patience, my love. Let me adore you in a way I never have before.”
    I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my cheek onto the soft cotton duvet cover. This position was sexy as hell if he were about to fuck my pussy, but knowing his attention was going to be elsewhere gave it a whole new dimension. I squirmed and deepened the arch in my spine, offering my cleft up to his mouth as he kissed the globes of my arse.
    My breathing quickened as he travelled the warm flat of his tongue down the crease between my arse cheeks. He kept going until he was actually licking over my puckered hole.
    “Oh, God,” I groaned into the mattress. Of all the things I’d imagined, having him put his mouth there was not one of them. My face burned. Even though I’d bathed… This was all so new, so… My whole life that hole had been mine, private, just known