She stretched, arching her back, displaying her gorgeous tits and almost derailing his last brain cell.
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”
Before he could give in to the urge to kiss her again, he hurried to the bathroom. There were two bottles of water, and he brought her one.
“Here, drink.”
Lazily, she sat up and took the bottle from him. “Okay, Mr. Bossy.”
He watched carefully as she sipped. “I have plans that require you to be well hydrated.”
His stomach gurgled, and Elissa giggled.
“And it seems your stomach has other plans.”
“Stupid stomach.” He kissed her softly, undemandingly. She hummed beneath him, but her own stomach growled. It was his turn to laugh.
Elissa moaned and rested her head against his shoulder. “God, that’s embarrassing.”
“Okay, new plan. You get into a relaxing jacuzzi bath, and I’ll go raid the kitchen. Bet I can find the fixing for BLTs. Want one?”
“BLTs in the bath? Sure, I’m in.”
He started the bath, then dressed as Elissa slid into the water. He was tempted to join her, and his cock twitched, ready for another round.
“Not yet,” he muttered.
“What’s that?” Her head lolled on the edge of the tub, her eyes glassy with pleasure.
“I’ll be right back. Do not fall asleep in the tub.”
“You’re no fun.”
He slipped out into the moonlit courtyard and headed straight for the kitchen. He was right, there was leftover bacon, some thick sourdough, and lettuce and tomato. Fifteen minutes later, he returned with a plate stacked with BLTs and a couple of bananas. Elissa’s head turned toward him sleepily, and the bathwater lapped her chest above her breasts. He could see the rosy tips, and all thoughts of putting his mouth on anything other than her fled.
“What?” She smiled, as though she could read his thoughts.
“I want you.”
“Again?”
“Yes, again.” Always, he didn’t say.
“What about the BLTs in the bath?”
He put the plate down on the table. “Do you want to eat a BLT in the bath?”
She shook her head.
“What do you want, Elissa?”
She bit her lower lip and stood in the tub. “You.”
In a few steps, he stood in front of her, his hand threading through the damp curls at her nape.
“I can live with that.”
And he closed his mouth over hers, pulling her close. The water from her body soaked through his shirt, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was holding her, kissing her, loving her.
