Novel Full Chapter 241: Beneath The Steam 2 (R-18)
Chapter 241: Beneath The Steam 2 (R-18)
Bruce’s arms tightened around her waist, strong and steady, and he thrust upward to meet her, deep, powerful strokes that sent small waves splashing over the edge of the tub.
Water spilled onto the floor in rhythmic splatters, but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other, in the heat and the rhythm and the sheer joy of being connected like this.
Sophie moaned with every thrust, the sounds growing louder, more desperate. The overwhelming pleasure made her collapse forward onto him entirely, her soft breasts pressing flush against his chest, but Bruce only held her closer. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, driving up into her again and again, hitting that deep spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. The water’s resistance meant nothing to his strength; he powered through it effortlessly, each movement precise and unrelenting.
Sophie wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging tight as the sensations built. Overwhelmed, she leaned in and captured his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
It started fierce, lips crashing together, mouths opening immediately to tangle tongues in a dance of pure need. Sophie poured everything into it, love, longing, gratitude for having him here, safe, hers. Bruce kissed her back with the same intensity, one hand sliding up her back to cradle her head, fingers threading through her wet hair. Their breaths mingled hot and fast, the kiss wet and consuming, tongues sliding slow and deep before turning urgent, chasing each other.
With every powerful thrust he gave her, Sophie moaned into his mouth, a muffled, vibrating sound that sent shivers down his spine. The pleasure was insane, building like a storm inside her, threatening to shatter her mind. It only made her kiss him harder, more eagerly, her heart swelling with love as he claimed her so completely. One hand trailed from his shoulder down his chiseled chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle, feeling his heart thunder beneath her palm.
He thrust again, deep, perfect, and she moaned once more into the kiss, soft and needy. She could feel every inch of him, the thick length stretching her, the veins pulsing against her sensitive walls, the way he filled her so utterly. He was everything, her anchor, her fire, the best thing in her world.
Gradually, she adjusted to the rhythm, the overwhelming pleasure shifting into something she could ride. Her hips began to move on their own, rolling, grinding, then slamming down to meet his upward thrusts with perfect timing. Water sloshed wildly around them, petals scattering across the surface, but it only added to the frenzy. She clenched around him deliberately on each downstroke, drawing low groans from Bruce that she swallowed in the kiss.
They moved together like that, fierce and synced, her grinding circles making him hit new angles, his powerful thrusts driving her higher. His hands roamed her body possessively, gripping her ass to pull her down harder, sliding up to knead her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth.
Eventually, Sophie had to break the kiss, pulling back just enough to gasp for air, her lips swollen and glistening. Bruce didn’t hesitate, he buried his face in her cleavage, breathing deep of her feminine scent, warm skin and faint lavender and pure Sophie. The intimacy of it, the closeness, fueled him. His pace quickened, thrusts growing faster, harder, more intense with every breath.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
The wet sounds of their bodies meeting echoed through the steam-filled room, mingling with her rising moans.
Sophie couldn’t hold on any longer. Her body tensed, then shattered, twitching violently as the orgasm ripped through her. She convulsed in his arms, walls clamping down rhythmically around him, pleasure exploding in white-hot waves. Her tongue lolled out slightly, eyes rolling back in bliss, face twisting into pure ahegao as ecstasy overwhelmed every sense.
But Bruce didn’t stop. Wanting her to ride the peak fully, he kept thrusting, steady, deep, relentless, drawing out her climax until she was trembling, gasping his name in broken whispers.
The added stimulation pushed her over again almost immediately. Another orgasm crashed through her, stronger than the first, her body arching and shuddering as fresh waves of pleasure drowned her.
Only then did Bruce let himself go. With one final, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt, he came hard, groaning her name against her skin as he flooded her depths with thick, hot release.
Feeling his semen pulse inside her, filling her completely, was too much for Sophie’s already hypersensitive body. The warmth, the intimacy, it triggered yet another climax, instant and devastating. She cried out softly, tongue lolling cutely as her eyes lost focus, mind going completely blank under the flood of pleasure.
Exhausted, overwhelmed, she collapsed fully onto him, soft breasts pressing against his chest, body limp and trembling in the aftermath. Her head rested on his shoulder again, breaths coming in shallow pants against his neck, every inch of her surrendered to the bliss and to him.
The water had cooled around them, but neither noticed. Sophie lay limp against his chest, her breaths slow and shallow, body still trembling with faint aftershocks. Her mind was blissfully blank, every limb heavy with satisfaction and exhaustion. Bruce held her close, one arm cradling her back, the other stroking slow, soothing patterns along her spine. He pressed a soft kiss to her damp temple, feeling her relax even further into him.
After a long, quiet moment, he shifted carefully.
“Let’s get you out of here,” he murmured, voice low and tender.
Sophie made a small, sleepy sound of protest but didn’t resist as he gathered her up. He stood smoothly, water streaming from their bodies in rivulets that pattered onto the cedar floor and trailed behind them. He carried her princess-style, one arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her back, her head resting trustingly against his shoulder, wet black hair spilling over his arm like silk. Droplets traced glistening paths down her skin, catching the dim light as he stepped out of the tub.