bookbashuk Chapter 412: Drowned In You (R-18)
Chapter 412: Drowned In You (R-18)
Sophie lay draped across Bruce’s chest, her skin still flushed and slick with sweat, their bodies cooling in the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains.
His fingers traced lazy circles along her spine as their breathing synced, slow and deep. She lifted her head, chin resting on his sternum, and smiled that mischievous, sated smile he loved.
"You’re still tense," she murmured, voice husky from earlier cries. "All that flying, all that saving the world... let me take care of you." Her fingertips brushed his jaw. "Come on. Let me bathe you."
Bruce’s brows lifted, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest, but he didn’t argue. He let her pull him up, their legs tangling briefly as they stood. She led him to the bathroom, the cool tile underfoot a stark contrast to the heat still lingering between them.
While he leaned against the doorframe, watching her with dark, appreciative eyes, Sophie bent over the tub and turned the faucets.
Steam rose in lazy curls as hot water filled the deep clawfoot tub. She poured in a generous swirl of her favorite lavender-scented bath gel, watching the bubbles foam and multiply until the surface shimmered like silk.
"Get in," she said softly, eyes gleaming. "Naked. All for me."
He stepped in with a sigh, lowering his powerful frame into the warm, sudsy water.
The heat enveloped him instantly, easing the faint ache in his muscles from flight and exertion. Sophie knelt beside the tub, still gloriously bare, her breasts brushing the porcelain edge as she reached for a soft washcloth and the bottle of body wash.
She started slow, intimate, reverent. The cloth glided over his shoulders, down the corded muscles of his arms, across the broad expanse of his chest.
Her fingers followed, massaging soap into his skin, thumbs pressing into the knots along his neck until he groaned low and let his head fall back against the rim.
"You feel so good under my hands," she whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. The cloth dipped lower, tracing the ridges of his abs, the sharp cut of his hips.
Water sloshed gently as she worked, bubbles clinging to her wrists. Bruce’s eyes had gone heavy-lidded, watching her with that quiet intensity that always made her pulse quicken.
Then she reached his crotch.
His cock was already half-hard again, thick and heavy against his thigh, the head flushed dark. Sophie’s breath caught.
She set the cloth aside and wrapped her slick, soapy hand around him without hesitation. The lubrication was perfect, warm, silky, gliding effortlessly as she stroked from base to tip in one long, deliberate pull.
"Sophie..." His voice was rough, a warning and a plea all at once.
She smiled, slow and wicked, eyes locked on his. "Shh. Let me."
Both hands now, one stroking the length while the other cupped and rolled his balls, the soap making every movement slick and obscene.
She twisted her wrist on the upstroke, thumb swirling over the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum that beaded there into the foam. Her pace was expert, firm, unhurried at first, then building, the wet schlick-schlick of soapy skin filling the steamy air.
Bubbles popped against his shaft as she pumped faster, leaning close enough that her breath ghosted over the water’s surface.
Bruce’s hips jerked involuntarily, water sloshing over the edge. "Fuck... just like that, baby."
His hand found her hair, not pulling, just anchoring as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. She stroked him with perfect pressure, varying the rhythm, long, slow drags followed by quick, tight twists at the head, until his abs clenched and his breath came in sharp pants.
"Come for me," she cooed, voice dripping honey and sin. "I want to feel you let go."
He did, hard. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as he spilled over her fingers in thick, pulsing ropes, painting the soapy water white.
Sophie kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop until he shuddered and sank deeper into the tub, chest heaving.
She didn’t stop there. With a soft, satisfied hum, she continued washing him, gentle now, rinsing the evidence away, her touch soothing the oversensitive skin.
"Good boy," she teased lightly, kissing his knee. "My turn to spoil you completely."
When the bathwater started to cool, she helped him out, towel-drying his chest and back with lingering touches.
They stepped together into the large glass shower. Hot water cascaded from the rainfall head like a tropical downpour, steam billowing around them. Sophie reached for the shower gel again, but then her eyes dropped.
Bruce was still hard, impossibly, gloriously hard, his cock standing thick and flushed against his abs, water streaming down the veined length.
She bit her lip, heat flaring low in her belly again. Without a word she turned, pressing her palms flat against the tiled wall, arching her back so the curve of her ass brushed his thigh.
Water poured over her shoulders, tracing rivulets down her spine and between her breasts.
"Fuck me hard, Bruce," she said over her shoulder, voice husky with need. "Right here. Like you mean it. It’ll feel like we’re doing it under a waterfall... just you and me, washing everything else away."
Bruce let out a surprised laugh, warm and genuine, his hands settling on her hips. "Didn’t know you had thoughts like that, Sophie."
She laughed too, breathless and bright, glancing back at him with sparkling eyes. "I want you to let it all out on me. All that stress, all that weight you carry saving the world... give it to me. Don’t hold back. I can take it. I want to take it."
His expression darkened with hunger. "You sure, baby?"
But he was already stepping closer, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her wet hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave faint marks.
"Yes," she gasped. "Fuck me like you own me."
He didn’t need more invitation. With a low growl he lined himself up and thrust in deep, hard, one smooth stroke that buried him to the hilt inside her tight, soaking heat. Sophie cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles, raw and needy.
The water made everything louder: the wet slap of his hips meeting her ass, the rhythmic squelch of her pussy taking him again and again, the steady patter of the shower mingling with their breaths.
Bruce set a punishing pace right away, deep, powerful thrusts that rocked her forward on her toes, her breasts bouncing with every impact.
He was filled with that raw, pent-up hunger now, hips snapping forward like he was chasing every ounce of tension from his body and pouring it into her. One hand left her hip to reach around, groping her breast roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple until she moaned louder.
"These tits... fuck, they’re perfect," he groaned, squeezing the soft flesh as he drove into her. Water streamed over them both, making her skin glisten, her nipples pebbled and aching under his palm.
Sophie’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back as pleasure slammed through her.
The angle was devastating, he hit that perfect spot inside her with every brutal thrust, the head of his cock dragging along her walls before slamming home again.
"Bruce, ahh, yes, harder!" Her voice cracked into a high, broken moan. The sounds were filthy and beautiful: skin slapping wetly, her slick pussy squelching around his thickness, his low, animal groans vibrating against her back.
He leaned over her, chest pressed to her spine, teeth grazing her shoulder as he fucked her even deeper.
"You feel so fucking good... so tight, so wet for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it." His hand switched to her other breast, kneading and tugging while the other slid down to rub tight circles over her clit. "Come on, Sophie. Let me hear you."
Her moans turned desperate, escalating into loud, shameless cries that bounced off the shower walls. "Oh god, Bruce, I’m, fuck, I’m close, don’t stop!"
Her face twisted into that perfect ahegao expression he loved: eyes crossed and glassy, tongue lolling slightly past her parted lips, cheeks flushed crimson as overwhelming pleasure short-circuited her thoughts.
She looked utterly lost in it, mind blank, body surrendering completely.
Bruce growled, pounding into her relentlessly now, water spraying everywhere with the force of his thrusts. "That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let go."
His fingers flew over her clit, hips snapping in short, savage strokes that made her knees buckle.
She shattered with a guttural scream, "Bruce!"
her whole body convulsing, walls clamping down around him in rhythmic, pulsing waves. The ahegao face deepened: eyes rolled back completely, mouth wide in a silent O before another broken moan tore free, drool mixing with shower water on her chin.
Her legs shook violently as she came harder than she had all night.
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A/N:
It might be a long while before we get a mature scene again...