knees, she sucked air in through her clenched teeth. "It's hot." Ava bent to turn on the cold water.
Logan grasped her hand. "I asked you to trust me." He kissed her knuckles. "Sit on the lip of the tub and let your body get used to the water."
She sat. The cold from the porcelain gave her some relief from the heat of the water. Ava cupped her palms and scooped water over her knees. "Okay, that's better."
He combed his fingers through her hair. "When you're ready, lower yourself into the water."
It amazed Ava how gentle he could be. She leaned her head into his chest and let his tender touch seep into her.
"Honey, get in the water."
She slid into the steaming heat, wincing when the water hit her breasts. "Why must it be so hot?"
Logan placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "It will help relax you."
He removed his hand. Ava turned and watched him pull off his boots, and lift the black T-shirt over his head. She swallowed hard. He started to unbutton his jeans. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting in with you."
"You can't there's not enough room."
"Yes, there is." He moved to the tub. Logan glided in behind her, careful not to let the water slosh over the sides.
"But…"
"Shh." He ran his hand over her scalp and massaged.
Tiny pulses of pleasure radiated over Ava's head. She closed her eyes.
Logan moved his palm to her neck. Ava let her head fall back to rest against him. His fingers skimmed down her spine.
Shots of desire bloomed in Ava's womb. "Oh, that's nice."
Logan pressed a gentle kiss on her temple. "Glad you think so," he said, concentrating on a tight spot in her lower back.
"God, Logan, that's wonderful."
He moved his palm. She wanted to whimper. Warm water trickled in-between her breasts. She gasped, arched, and opened her eyes.
Logan lathered sensual scented soap in his palms, placed them on her shoulders, and kneaded. His rhythmic touches lulled her into a deep relaxation. He moved his palms down her clavicle and clasped her breasts. "That feels good."
His fingers danced over her plump, sensitized flesh. Logan took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed hard. She jumped at the stinging pain, but it was quickly soothed away by his touch.
Logan pinched again. The sting turned into a wash of pleasure. She moaned and placed her hands on his thighs.
"Do you like what I'm doing to you?" He continued to pluck at her nipples.
Is he kidding? If he kept up at this pace she would orgasm before they really started. Ava wiggled against his stiff cock. "Yes."
"Good, because there is more of this to come." Logan reached for the soap.
Ava's breast ached for his touch. She lifted her hand and cupped herself.
His chest heaved. "That's fucking hot."
She massaged her tits and moaned. Ava smiled, running a shaky finger over her flesh as she traced a devilish path around her painfully taut areolas.
He placed his soapy palms over hers. "Ava." Logan moved his hands to her belly and massaged. "I love watching you play with your tits."
Ava took a deep breath and pinched her nipples. Pleasure hit hard and fast. Her vagina felt swollen and needy. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from begging Logan to fill her.
His delightful hand made its way to her cleft. Ava arched into his touch. "Please." She pulled at her nipples. What beat through her, she had no words for.
Logan cupped her. "What do you want?" He rubbed the heel of his hand harder over her swollen flesh. "Tell me."
"I want you to fill me."
"Use the bad words."
Ava squeezed her eyes shut. "I want you to fill my pus…"
"Say it, Ava."
She swallowed. "Pussy." Ava let out the breath she held.
"Good girl." Logan slid a finger between her folds to flick at her clit then slid deep inside her.
She gyrated her pelvis. "Yes, Logan."
"I told you what I wanted," he said.
His breath caressed Ava's sensitized cheek. "I did what you wanted." Every nerve in her body fired all at once. "Logan, please."
"Use your words," he