. Every inch of her body is perfect to me, from her heavy breasts to her tight ass, and all the curves and long, lean limbs around them. She reaches back and tucks her hands behind my neck, arching her back.
I kiss one soapy arm, then turn and nuzzle behind her ear. She’s got this sensitive spot there, and when I trace it with my tongue…
“Ahhhh!”
She grinds her ass back against me.
I grin. That gives me all sorts of ideas, but she wanted a bath. I’ll give her that before I get dirty.
I sink lower into the hot, sudsy water, and she makes a little sound that punches me right in the chest. It’s pure happiness. I want to bottle this moment for her. Maybe I’ll have this tub ripped out and shipped across the Atlantic for her.
When she’s boneless and blissed out, I nudge her to turn around in my lap.
She straddles me, finding my dick and giving him a happy little squeeze with her hands. “Who knew a bath would make me this happy?”
Not me. If I’d had half a clue, we’d have done this way sooner. “Come here,” I whisper, my voice surprisingly hoarse.
She slips and falls into my chest, giggling as her lips seek mine out. Our kiss starts out lazy and silly, all lips and tongue and laughter, until she shifts on top of my erection and we notch together.
My brain short-circuits. We’ve done this once before, the first time, and I stopped myself.
Her breath huffs against my lips. Her eyes lock on mine. I’m a granite statue. This is her call.
“Just for a minute, maybe,” she says, swivelling her hips in a mini-circle.
She’s so slick. My cock is f*ck
ing begging for it. “Uhhhh….God, Ali.”
“Yeah.” She’s breathing so hard as water sloshes around us. “That’s hot, huh?”
“Shit.”
She lowers herself down, inch-by-inch, engulfing me in her heat.
I drop my head back and let my hands cup her breasts. f*ck
ing perfect moment.
She goes slow, riding me up and down. Water’s going everywhere and I can’t get a good pinch on her nipples, she’s slick and sudsy and it doesn’t matter.
Fuuuuuck. I’m going to blow my load inside her. She’s taking her f*ck
ing sweet time, and I’m going to fill her with come if she doesn’t stop.
My head is swirling and my balls are practically drumming with excitement. Somehow—I have no f*ck
ing clue how—I manage to get my hands on her hips and stop her.
“Not yet,” I say, not quite believing myself. “I promised to shave you.”
She rocks in my lap. “But this is good, too.”
“Good? This is perfect. But we agreed to talk about it, not just…” I groan and thrust into her. I twist one hand into her hair and give her my sternest face. “When I fill you with my come, it’s going to be a deliberate f*ck
ing act. Got it?”
“So responsible,” she teases, but she climbs off and balances herself on the corner of the tub, against the wall. As if she hadn’t just scrambled all my brain cells, she lifts her legs and stretches them out along the sides of the tub. “So what do you want to do to me?”
I want to carry her to bed and do unspeakable things, but I’d promised other unspeakable things—that I really have no problem naming—so I shove my hungry dick back under the water and reach for the razor and shaving cream she’d procured from the closet.
I start by lathering myself up. She’d talked about wanting to watch me get myself off. This is just a variation on that, with shaving her in the middle.
“I don’t like to shave everything off,” I mutter, trying to watch her and keep working at the same time. “But I like having smooth balls.”
She’s staring at me, wide-eyed.
“Is this too dirty?” Jesus, what’s wrong with me?
She shakes her head. “Too awesome. Not too dirty. Keep going.”
I clean myself off, then sink into the water. “I thought I’d do the same for you. Leave your pretty curls on top, and shave the rest. It feels good.”
“I bet,” she breathes.
I squirt on a dollop of shaving cream and enjoy spreading it liberally over her mound and over her lips. I inspect my work area closely and decide to start on her mound, just above her clit, carefully shaving around a wide triangle of golden brown curls that would stay. Then with a few easy strokes, I bare her lips, pretty and pink and swollen. I press her open, doing a final swipe up the inside to catch any last strays, then scoop up some water with my hands and rinse her off.
She touches herself. “Oh,” she says. “That’s nice. That’s…very, very nice.”
I lean in and lick her fingers, her folds, her clit. I love my tongue over every inch of her delicious p*ussy
, eager for more of her slippery juices. She leans back on her hands and her legs rise up out of the water. She’s like a goddess in the surf, her tits jutting out and her tiny little waist nipping in, her legs bent and wide open for me.
I want her to come undone for me. I kiss her deeper, f*ck
ing her with my tongue as she grinds against my face. It gets me so f*ck
ing hard that I’m the only man who’s ever done this to her. The only man who’s felt her tighten like a coil, who’s gotten to wind her up and taste her burst like a f*ck