Chapter 184 First of their kind 1

Chapter 184 My man too


Ira's POV

Neither of us speaks for a moment.

Then the corner of his mouth lifts. "You could have knocked."

"It is my bathroom tough," I answer, walking closer. “And my man too.” I add with a grin that he unconsciously copies.

When I reach the edge of the tub he extends a hand and I take it, slipping in. The cool water rises around my ankles, up to my calves. I sink down slowly until I am sitting between his legs with my back against his chest.

His arms come around me.

"Better?" he asks, his mouth at my temple.

"Getting there," I say with a slight wiggle.

He laughs in a low voice and I feel it against my back more than I hear it.

His hands rest flat against my stomach leisurely. When he turns his head, he presses his lips to the side of my neck, right below my ear.

I close my eyes, enjoying the attention.

"You were thinking too hard when I came in," he mutters against my skin that's quickly heating up.

"I am always thinking too hard." I say, trying to brush it off.

"About Kami?"

I exhale slowly. "Among other things."

“What happened between the both of you? I could tell something was off.” He inquires softly.

“Not now. I don't want to think about it.” I respond, tipping my head back to hold his gaze.

He doesn’t push it further, nodding before placing gentle kisses down my spine.

I shiver when I feel him lick back up, the trail his tongue leaves behind, scorching hot.

One of his hands begins to move, tracing up my ribs, cupping my breast and then sliding back down.

This isn't something he hasn't done before but every touch warms me up nonetheless.

I shift against him, biting down on my lip when I feel him, half hard already against my lower back.

I press into it deliberately.

"Ira," he breathes, the word carrying a warning he must know I don't care about.

"Ruel," I mutter back, the same way.

His warm breath brushes my shoulder blade as his hand slides down my stomach and stops just above where I need it.

"Ask me," he says quietly, his smile pressing against my skin.

"I will not," I refuse.

"Then we stay like this." He shrugs, moving his fingers in lazy circles under my stomach.

"Ruel."

"Hm?"

I reach back and grip his thigh, forcing a low sound out of him.

His hand finally moves, his fingers finding me, and the sound I make is embarrassingly immediate.

Ruel strokes me slowly, using a rhythm familiar to me as his mouth keeps working at my neck.

“Ahh,” I tip my head back against his shoulder, coming apart with a moan.

"There she is," he murmurs.

"Stop talking," I manage, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when he curls his fingers.

With a gasp I find the edge of the tub, holding on tightly.

He works me with a patience that borders on cruelty, building my climax and pulling back, building it again, until I am shifting against his hand and breathing through my teeth and entirely unable to pretend I am unaffected.

"Please," I say finally.

"Please what," he draws, his voice completely calm against my ear while his fingers do the opposite of calm things.

"Ruel, I swear…"

He laughs again and this time he doesn’t hold back. His fingers move with intention now, his other arm tightening around me.

I come with my head thrown back against his shoulder, his name a prayer on my tongue, the water rippling around us, his lips pressed to my temple through all of it.

I am still breathing unevenly when he turns me.

He does it slowly, giving me time to find my footing, and then I am facing him with my hands on his chest and his eyes on my face, the water feels warmer now.

Ruel pushes the wet hair back from my face with both hands, cradling my jaw.

"Hi," he whispers softly, looking at me like I am something he adores.

"Hi," I say back, my heart full of desire as I pull him down into a kiss.

It starts slow but quickly escalates. His hands slide down my body, mine moves over his chest, his stomach, wrapping around him until he groans against my mouth and pulls back to look at me with dark eyes.

"Bed," he says.

"Window first," I breathe out.

His brow lifts. "You want the window."

"I want the window," I confirm.

He lifts me out of the tub like I weigh nothing and I laugh, as he carries me out of the bathroom, with water still running off us both.

The moment he presses me into the cold glass, the contrast pulls a gasp out of me.

His hands move down my back deliberately, and I feel him behind me, fully hard, pressing exactly where I need him but not moving.

I push back against him and he steps back just enough to deny it.

Ruel watches my facial expression with a smirk.

"Ruel,"

“You know what to say baby,” he whispers, watching me patiently.

“Please,” I whisper, giving in.

“Please what?” He smiles.

“Please make love to me.” I breathe out, leaning towards him.

Careful teeth pinch the curve of my shoulder as he shifts closer and I press my palms flat against the glass, controlling my breathing.

Outside the trees are still swaying in the dark and I can see my own faint reflection looking back at me, flushed and wanting, and he watches it too, his chin at my shoulder, his eyes finding mine in the glass.

"Look at you," he whispers softly, and there is something in his voice that makes my knees want to give. “So beautifully mine,”

Then he pushes in without warning.

The gasp that escapes me fogs the glass in front of my face.
I don't get a chance to relax as he sets a pace that is immediate and deep and unrelenting.

One hand grips my hip hard enough that I know I will feel it tomorrow. The other is braced flat against the window beside my head.

The cold at my front and the heat of him driving into me from behind ruins every thought I have, replacing them with a tingling rush.

"Too much?" he pants against my ear, not slowing down.

"No," I respond immediately.

Ruel makes a low dark sound and pushes deeper.

A loud cry escapes me and he covers my mouth with his palm, his soft pants loud against my ear.

Ruel reaches around with his free hand and finds me, rubbing my clit while he thrusts harder.

I grab his wrist, holding on to something because my legs are genuinely forgetting their purpose.

The room is filled with my broken sounds muffled against his hand, the slap of skin, the creak of the window under our combined weight.

"Ruel, I… I'm…" I stutter.

"Cum for me baby," he says, and I do, crashing so hard my vision fades for a moment and my legs buckle entirely.

The only thing keeping me upright is his arm firmly placed around my stomach.

He works me through every last second of it, his pace dropping, his mouth at my neck saying quiet things I can barely hear over the sound of my own pounding pulse.

His body shudders as he finishes, his forehead dropping between my shoulder blades, breathing hard.

For a long moment neither of us moves.

Then he turns me around.

I look up at him, fully aware that my legs are no longer working properly and feeling entirely unbothered by it.

He looks at my face with something soft moving through his expression. Wet thumb brushes my cheekbone, and I grip the front of his chest, thinking only one coherent thought.

I want more.

"Bed?" he winks.

"Yes," I nod.

Happily he carries me to the bed, settling over me. I reach up to touch his face.

As I do so, something enormous moves through my chest.

"Ruel," I say softly. "I want your mark."

He stills, and then the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen lights up his face.