Mira's POV

“Turn around,” he murmured, voice soft but still commanding in that way that made my stomach flip. I turned, and his soapy hands moved over my shoulders, down my back, slow and thorough. He washed every inch of me like he had all the time in the world. When his hands slid around to my front, he cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow circles. They hardened instantly under his touch.

“These tits looked so good bouncing on my cock last night,” he said against my ear, voice low and warm. “And this morning… fuck, the way you came on my tongue. You’re so responsive,...