Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

After a long day of catching up with everyone, Bronx and | finally get back to our apartment. I'm exhausted but | need a shower. The problem is, my back is still sore, and not completely healed. | let Bronx lift my shirt to check my wounds. He agrees that the water pressure is probably a bad idea for another day or so.

“How about I run a bath for us, Baby?" he offers. He gives me a gentle hug and goes to run the water.

When | get into the bathroom, Bronx helps me undress.

“| got this, Baby. Let me take care of you,” he insists. :

| blush at the gesture as he carefully removes my clothes for me. With every piece of clothing he removes, he places innocent little kisses on my skin, setting off little sparks with each one. He helps me into the tub, then removes his clothes and joins me. Bronx lets me look at his back first. His wounds are mostly healed except for the ones that were the deepest. There are scars starting to form across his whole back. Most of his tattoos are ruined.

When I'm done, we turn around so he can wash my back. His fingers brush against my skin causing little shivers to run down my spine. When he is finished he pulls my back close to his chest and wraps his arms around me. He breathes in my scent, caressing me gently.

“| love you, Kas. | know you told me it's not my fault, but | can't help but feel guilty for you getting hurt too. | am so grateful you did what you did, but you shouldn't have," he says in alow tone. °:

| pull away from his embrace and turn to face him.

to see it. | want to give you everything I can. | don't really have any belongings to share with you, so all | have to give is...me," | smile softly, looking at him through hooded lids as | crawl onto him, straddling his lap. | lean against him, pressing my body firmly against him and start

| don't wanna hurt you," he groans lightly, trying to keep

let me keep going and figure out ways we can do this without causing each other any pain," | give him the choice between kisses to his neck and jaw. | feel his hands tighten their grip against my hips. | can practically hear the gears churning in

he whispers as he leans his head toward my ear, kissing my neck just below

and getting harder against my thigh. He lifts his knees, using his thighs to support me so | won't fall backward. The movement puts his tip closer to my entrance,

see me better. His eye darts down to my exposed breasts just above the waterline. His tongue licks his bottom lip, desperate to taste my nipple in his mouth. Knowing he can't grab onto my back to pull

his ear. | don't usually talk dirty like that, but | use the phrase from one of his texts so he knows | have

as he grips the edges of the tub

navigate his fingers to my clit. | use my hand to show him the circular motions |

my hand and work it up and down the length of his quickly growing member, using the fingertips of my other hand to caress the tip. | lean forward and nibble on his ear at the same time making him growl with pleasure. As he becomes more excited, he starts rubbing

satisfaction at the feeling. | slide my hands out of the water, cascading soapy water over my breasts, and start playing with my nipples for him to watch. His pupil dilates at the sight. At the same time, | start rocking my hips, creating a slow steady rhythm. Bronx matches

good. Your pussy's so tight,”

at me. He looks at me and smiles as the glow of our connection