✨Honey✨

The lime is already pinched between your fingers by the time he leans back, biting into it with a crooked grin.

His eyes sink shut, that burn that was there when the two of you started the bath numbed now from a few good pulls.

Rafe sets the empty shot glass on the edge of the tub and sinks a little deeper into the water with you.

“Great week,” he says, completely relaxed.

You smile and tip your head back against him, and he presses a kiss to your hair.

“Yeah?” You ask.

“S’perfect,” he says quietly, like he’s mostly talking to himself. His arm tightens around your waist and a pleased look settles across his face. “Closed a big deal. Made us a shit ton of money, baby. Good tequila. Stunning… stunning wife.”

“So charming, baby.”

“Think I earned a celebration. Don’t you?”

“I’m so proud of you, Rafe,” you whisper, feeling his smile against your skin.

“Never get tired of hearing that, pretty.” His voice slurs from the alcohol, his southern accent bleeding into each word. The depth and tenderness in his tone go straight through you.

The song changes and Rafe immediately starts smiling, dropping his head back against the tub as he settles deeper into the water.

“Fuck, I love this song,” you sigh happily, your hips quickly finding the rhythm he knew they would when he made the playlist in the first place, perfectly placing it in the middle of the list.

“I know you do,” he chuckles, his eyes falling lower, watching the way your body rolls with the music, the lyrics leaving your lips through a smile. “You gonna dance for me?” He asks, like he’s surprised in the slightest, helping you to your feet.

His rich chuckle bounces off the walls as candlelight flickers across your bare, wet skin. The lights are down low enough that he can catch every movement, but he’s kicking himself for not making it just a little brighter.

His chain glints against damp skin as he moves with the music too, ever so slightly, droplets of water sliding over broad shoulders and down his chest. His hair is half pushed back, the other half fallen loose, leaving messy blonde strands hanging in front of his lidded eyes. He breathes deeply, the cut of his stomach muscles deepening every time he chuckles.

His eyes trace down your body as you move, one hand holding your ankle under the water, the other draped over the back of the tub watching it all.

Rafe watches the little river of water slide down your curves as your hips switch to the beat. The wedding ring on his finger sparkles as he keeps time with the song drifting through the speakers.

“You are unbelievable.”

He lifts the tequila bottle passing it to you with a smile, watching as you lift it to your lips, taking a pull.

“Just perfect. Aren’t you?” He asks in a daze as his hand closes gently around your calf and he guides your leg toward him. The movement sends water sloshing against the side of the tub as you balance carefully, still laughing while he settles your foot against the center of his chest.

His lips brush your ankle, pressing a kiss there as his rough hand slides up your leg, kissing you again, just a little higher.

Something in his expression softens when you finally lower your foot back into the water. Your body pulls toward him like a magnet when the song changes.

“My girl,” he hums as his hands settle against your waist, guiding you down to straddle his lap, water rolling over the edge of the tub, landing against the marble floor with a splash.

“Careful,” he teases you playfully, tugging you closer until your knees slide against either side of his hips, the liquor and momentum leaving you slipping forward, catching yourself on his shoulder with one hand, the tequila bottle still hanging loosely from your fingers in the other.

“Fallin’ right into my lap, pretty. How did I get so lucky, hmm?” He murmurs, lips humming against yours, his hands pulling you to grind on top of his lap.

His head tips back against the tub, eyes roaming down your body, watching the way you fit on top—glossy bubbles sliding and popping as they roll over your tits. He groans like he’s starving for it—and he is.

“One more shot, baby. I don’t know how much more I can take,” he whispers as his hand slides up your body. He reaches up, tapping the edge of the tub for the salt, a quiet chuckle leaving him when he finds it.

His other hand slides up your neck, twisting in your hair, pulling you back just enough to sprinkle some salt on the top of your cleavage.

“Lips, doll,” he whispers against your skin and you giggle breathily, lifting the bottle holding a shot in your mouth as his tongue drags along your breast, cleaning up the salt.

He closes his fingers around your neck, pulling you close, parting his lips for you to spit it inside. The corners of his lips curl upward as the liquor pours into his mouth from yours, humming out a moan before he bares his teeth, biting down on the lime.

His eyes slam down, going from sweet to sour, his head quickly falling forward as your fingers wrap around his cock.

One hand slides into your damp hair while the other takes the bottle off your hand.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants hungrily between kisses, moaning into your mouth as you suck on his tongue, tasting the tequila and lime.

Your fingers stroke the underside of his thick cock, making him groan, his breathing choppy as you stroke him with the cadence of your kiss. Your fingertips ghost over his swollen tip, making him curse under his breath before biting your lip.

“Just can’t help but tease me, can you?” He mutters, his abs flexing as you toy with his cock, bucking into your hand as he bites his lip.

Rafe’s fingers tighten on the tub's edge, knuckles turning white. The blood in his cock pumps harder, his eyes growing heavier.

He nuzzles into your chest, grabbing your breasts in his big hands before pressing them together, sucking down on your nipples as your hands wrap around his neck, skimming through his hair.

You gasp as his palm presses between your thighs, rubbing before he slips his fingers through your folds, swirling over your clit, before moving a little lower.

You whimper against Rafe’s lips as he pushes in one finger, then another, curling them inside you. “Oh my god,” you moan deeply, head falling back as he works you with his hand, your body hot and dizzy, pleasure coursing through your veins as he touches you just right.

His hand falls away, wrapping around himself, the velvety head of his dick pressing against your clit, the both of you smiling in anticipation, a little sloppy from the booze, moaning when his tip bullies your entrance, stretching you out when you spread your thighs.

Rafe’s hand squeezes the back of your neck, pulling you down toward his lips. The humidity and tension between the two of you make it harder to breathe.

“Take this fuckin’ dick, huh?” He mumbles, your nails clawing into his massive shoulders, whimpering as you take every inch.

Rafe huffs, tossing his heavy head back, hands landing on your hips with a splash. His biceps swell, pulling you to rock against him.

Water starts to move around you, crashing against the back of the bath and rolling over the edge. “Mpfhh… Shit, pretty. That’s it,” he praises, feeling your pussy squeeze around him.

The two of you start moving with each other as the pressure builds inside, both of you just seconds away from coming undone in each other’s arms.

“Bounce for me,” he mumbles as his gaze falls just like before, eyes stealing glances at your tits soaked in soapy water.

“M’so close, Rafe,” you squeal as you work yourself quicker, bouncing up and down on his cock, your body slapping against him as the shallow water sloshes around you.

You cry out in pleasure, voice bouncing off the walls of the bathroom as he drills up into you, fucking his dick deep.

“Cum for me,” he whispers, and you do. Your perfect pussy flutters around his throbbing dick as he empties himself deep, filling your warm walls with his cum.

Your body becomes one with the water, lips mirroring his as you come down from your highs together.

The music keeps playing softly through the speakers while the water settles around you again, the ripples gradually disappearing as your kisses turn softer. Rafe’s arms stay wrapped around you, holding you close while he sinks deeper into the tub with a contented sigh.

The bottle sits abandoned on the edge of the tub now, forgotten beside the limes and empty shot glasses. The playlist shifts again and a low laugh rumbles out of him, recognizing the opening notes before the lyrics even begin.

You laugh softly when he starts mumbling along under his breath, the words slurring together as his lips brush yours.

“You love this song.”

“Mhmm, s’perfect.” His eyes stay closed as he hums a few more lyrics, his hand drifting lazily up and down your back beneath the water.

“Y’know this is my favorite fuckin’ thing?” He mumbles.

“Tequila baths?”

“Nah.” His forehead bumps yours as a laugh rumbles out of him, the corners of his lips lifting. “You and me.”