Into the Storm

I grunted my acquiescence, not able to form words at this point. I tried to pull her lips back to mine. She resisted me. “Maybe … I should show you a … different way of easing your … ache,” she growled softly, her hand stilling. I stared at her as her meaning became clear. My eyes widened as a surge of pure desire shot through me. I knew I should tell her no … that she didn’t have to … that I didn’t want her to … but the thought of her mouth on me suddenly became an urgent, pounding need. One I couldn’t survive without having.

She backed away, pulling me with her. “Stand up, Joshua,” she instructed quietly. Shuddering with desire, I did what she asked. “Sit on the edge of the tub and lean back.” Keeping eye contact with her, I sat down, the air outside the hot tub cold on my skin. But that wasn’t the reason for the shivers I felt run through my body. It was the thought of her … and then it was there. Her mouth, wrapped around me, warm and wet. Her tongue stroking, tasting, swirling. My head fell back against the wall. “Fuck … Rabbit, yes … baby … yes …” I gasped lowly. Pleasure I hadn’t experienced in years tore through me as she worked me with her mouth. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming. And all too soon, I could feel my orgasm start to build. My hands pushed on the hard tiles beside me, my hips thrusting up, my cock needing, yearning for more of her mouth, her swirling tongue. I wanted to be deeper, desperately craving her warmth.

“I’m close, baby, so close … stop … you need to …” I groaned, my voice trailing off. But she didn’t. Instead her hands gripped my hips tightly, the gentle sucking becoming rhythmic. I stiffened, my body caught in a stretched arch, shouting loudly as I came, my body shaking with intensity. I sat breathless, shocked at the power of my release when I felt a pulling on my hips. Opening my eyes, I looked down at Rabbit, smiling shyly up at me as she silently urged me back into the water of the hot tub. I lowered myself back into the hot water and instantly reached for her, gathering her into my arms. I lifted her chin and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. I groaned at the taste mingled with hers and then buried my face into her neck, trying to calm my racing heart and gasping breaths. Her arms came around me, holding me to her as her hands stroked the back of my neck.

I pulled away and looked at her tenderly. “That was … incredible. Thank you,” I whispered. I watched her cheeks turned pink as the vixen that had suddenly taken charge melted away, and, she once again became the shy, endearing woman I was captivated with. I stroked her warm cheek, smiling. I adored every side of her that I discovered. Leaning forward, I nuzzled her neck, slowly trailing my lips up to her ear. I felt her subtle shiver as I nipped softly at her lobe. I was surprised when she pulled away and drifted back into the corner of the tub. “Can I massage your leg now?”

I blinked. “What?”

“You must be relaxed now…?” her voice trailed off.

I moved through the water, resting in front of her. “I am. Totally relaxed. Maybe I could do the same for you, Rabbit?” I suggested, smiling as I raised my eyebrow at her suggestively.

“No,” she shook her head. “I want to make your leg feel better.”

“My leg is good. Promise,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her closer. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

My lips rained small kisses on her neck, feeling the tension she was holding. “You’re a terrible liar, Rabbit. Almost as bad as you are at being a criminal. Tell me.”

“Nothing. That was … just for you. Today is just for you.”

I shook my head. The last two days had been ‘just for me’. Every time I came in from clearing the snow, there was hot coffee, something ready to eat and the sweetest of kisses waiting. Today, when she had noticed how bad my limp was, she insisted the hot tub was needed and she would massage my leg.

“Rabbit?”

She fixed me with a stern glance. At least, I think it was supposed to be stern. “Your leg, Joshua. Now.” Her voice was firm. I gave in for the moment and sat back in the lounger and lifted my leg onto her lap. Her hands began their magical kneading and soon I could feel the ache begin to disperse. I closed my eyes and gave in to the quiet pleasure of her gentle ministrations. Every so often, I would steal a peek and watch her face as she worked on the muscles. I enjoyed watching the myriad of emotions play across her expressive face. Her brow would furrow when she would find a tight spot and then she would frown as she worked on it. Often, she would look at me, biting her lip as if to make sure I was okay. The times when our eyes would meet I would smile at her and she would return it with my favorite of all her smiles, her shy one.

Looking down in the water, I could see her hands moving as she worked, kneading and stroking the muscles. The pain was almost totally gone and all I was feeling were the ripples of pleasure of her hands on me. I found myself staring at her hands, silently willing them to move higher, suddenly wanting to feel her hands stroking me again. I could feel myself start to stir as my body, once again, grew taut with desire for her. Her hands stilled and she glanced up at me in question. Our eyes locked as I stared silently at her, my eyes darkening with longing.

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