It took a second for her to understand, her mind was totally focused on the sensations his tender care provoked. Water sloshed against the side and splashed over the rim to the floor. When Carly turned enough for Saxon to reach, he grabbed her ankles and pulled them into his lap. He soaped up the wash cloth and started with her toes. The same delicious torture he’d given her fingers and hands he now lavished on her feet. Between each of her toes, along the arch of her foot and up around her heel, the cloth slid and tickled.
While moving up her calf muscle and behind her knee, he held her leg in the air and treated her to the most amazing sponge bath of her life. He managed to soothe and excite at the same time. He bombarded her senses with the dual stimulation and she couldn’t decide which she liked more. The man knew exactly what he was doing as he continued up her leg to her inner thigh. His every move took her higher in a slow ascent that left her excited and relaxed all at once.
He took his time, gave all but her most intimate places his undivided attention. With her eyes closed and head leaning back against the rim, she soaked up the pleasure of being taken care of in such a gentle but arousing way. No man had ever given as much as Saxon. The whole experience made her feel cherished and spoiled. Emotions she never expected to have with him. This was supposed to be about sex, a mutual slaking of desires with no strings attached. But nothing she’d done with Saxon, so far, had turned out like she’d imagined.
Four
Laid out before him, Carly stole his breath. Saxon couldn’t remember a woman who looked more beautiful or more right. The need to take care of her was just as strong as his need to dominate her and that was new for Saxon. He’d controlled his sex life and the women he chose to bed in the past, but the tender feelings weren’t something anyone but Carly inspired. With her, he wanted the emotional as well as the physical, and that scared him. If she didn’t return the sentiment he could sense growing between them things would be uncomfortable, to say the least.
Could he let her go if that’s what she wanted?
No. He couldn’t give up the chance to see where this would lead him. He’d just have to convince her she wanted the same. First he’d make her crave his touch then, once she was hooked on the pleasure he alone could give her, he’d show her how good they could be together out of the bedroom.
The last six months had proven they worked well together and in the last week they’d won a multi-million dollar client. It wouldn’t be too tough to weave his magic and win her over. He’d never lost out on something he’d gone after and he was beginning to think he wanted Carly more than he’d ever wanted anything before.
His gaze was drawn to her taut nipples as they bobbed at the top of the water. The liquid covered and uncovered the tight nubs as it swished with his movements. Her skin was tinted a rosy pink from the warm bath and his gentle scrubbing. But her exposed shoulders and arms were layered in goose bumps now that the temperature had cooled. Her hair floated on the water’s surface like black ribbons. He remembered pulling on the strands earlier. She hadn’t complained once about his rough treatment and the idea she might have actually enjoyed it made his cock swell.
Bathing her had been his only intention, but with her sprawled in front of him, her legs draped over his, she lay open and the tantalizing view proved too much to resist. He grabbed an ankle in each hand and pulled her to him. Unprepared, Carly slid forward and he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He quickly grasped her hips, gathered her up and sat her in his lap. Water sloshed around them and over the sides to splatter on the floor. Her pussy nestled his erection and her folds enclosed him in wet heat.
Saxon groaned and pumped his hips. Aroused flesh ground together, soft against hard, and his balls drew tight. Her fingers curled over his shoulders and her nails dug into his muscles when he thrust up a second time. He wanted inside her now but he hadn’t thought ahead, he didn’t have a condom. Carly rolled her hips, stoked her clit along his cock and started a rhythm of rock and roll that made him forget all about everything but the feel of her. His hips bucked of their own accord, the pleasure too great to ignore.
Their pace increased and water slapped the sides of the porcelain tub as each lunge grew more erratic, more frenzied. Liquid silk flowed from her opening, aiding the motion and easing the friction their urges drove in ever increasing speed. His balls ached and cum leaked from his cock to mix with Carly’s cream. Her head dropped to his shoulder and she made the little moans and whimpers that signaled her approaching orgasm. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips, tugged her down against him and pounded his length between them.
He knew they were both close. Leaning forward, he nuzzled her neck and nipped at her ear.