He reached around to the front of my legs and pressed hard, sending me plunging into the deep end where I couldn’t even remember my own name. I think I actually passed out for half a second because when awareness trickled back, his arm was around my waist holding me up as my hands flapped limply by my sides. His hips pumped hard and he bit the back of my neck as he came.
We sank to the floor and I lay curled up on my side, grateful for the bathmat beneath my hip. Sebastian’s chest was against my back and his knees flexed behind mine, his arm still around my waist.
Neither of us could speak for several minutes.
I felt lightheaded and flushed all over, superheated from the inside out.
“What is it with you and bathrooms?” I gasped.
I heard his quiet chuckle. “I think it’s the mirrors – I fucking love watching your face when you come – I can see you from all angles. And I can see myself fucking you.” I felt his shoulders shrug. “It turns me on.”
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. I realized we still had a lot to learn about each other – and I was so ready for that voyage of discovery.
I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling my heart rate beginning to return to normal.
I struggled to sit up: Sebastian was still lying on the floor, curled around me. I reached down to stroke his hair and a wicked sea-green eye blinked up at me.
“Can I have that bath now, please?” I said in my most persuasive voice.
I would have got up and crawled into the bath myself – except I didn’t think I could stand.
Sebastian bit my ass-cheek making me yelp then he pulled himself to his feet.
“You’ll have to help me up,” I mumbled petulantly.
He grinned then bent to scoop me into his arms.
“Bed or bath?” he said, raising one eyebrow.
It was a tough choice but I was half afraid that if I said ‘bed’ it would mean more sex and I really needed a rest.
“Bath,” I said, at last.
He grinned and carefully lowered me into the hot water, making sure that my right leg hung over the side, keeping the dressing on my foot dry.
It felt wonderful. Not that I needed to relax: my body was so limp I was nine-tenths unconscious already. Two orgasms in two minutes might have had something to do with it.
“Are you going to join me?”
“In a minute: I want to wash you first.”
Slowly and methodically he soaped me all over using the small bar provided by the hotel, cupping his hands to rinse me off. No one had washed me like that since… well, I guessed the last time must have been when I was a young child because I couldn’t actually remember it ever happening.
His face was serious as if he was concentrating hard, revealing a small frown as his eyebrows pulled together. He moved my hair off my shoulders and massaged soap into my neck.
“Your eyelashes are really long,” he said quietly.
I squinted up at him and waved my fingers indicating that he should come and join me, I was almost too tired to talk.
He smiled and helped me scoot forward so he could climb in behind me. The water lapped perilously close to the edge as he sank down.
I leaned back against him and he kissed the top of my head, letting his left arm rest on the ledge alongside the bath while the right wrapped around my shoulder and across my chest.
“This is nice,” he said softly. “I could get used to this.”
“We might not be able to afford an apartment with a bathtub and a shower in New York,” I pointed out.
“I’ll get an extra job to pay for it,” he said casually. “It’ll be worth it.”
His optimism made me smile; it made me a little sad, too. I didn’t think life was going to be as easy as he seemed to expect. We might be moving across the country but we’d be taking a whole heap of our problems with us. No, time enough to think about that tomorrow.
“What shall we name our first child?” he said, in a dreamy, offbeat voice.
“Excuse me, what?!”
I was so shocked I jumped, causing a small tidal wave to cascade over the side of the bath. Sebastian didn’t move; he just kissed my hair again.
“If it’s a boy, we could call him Chester: Ches would get a kick out of that. Or maybe Chesney if it’s a girl.”
I struggled to sit up but he wouldn’t let me go.