“Because I like not drowning.”
“Ah…” I say leaning forward. “I can teach you how to swim. I am a certified lifeguard, and I have years of experience teaching swimming and drown proofing.”
“Well, are you also a therapist? Because I’m sure I need one of those as well.” I frown at her statement although everything is falling into place. She scrunches down deeper into the tub. “I’ve wanted to learn…hell, I’ve tried; but every time I get anywhere near the deep end, I panic. And I freak out when I try to put my face in the water. It’s hopeless. Water is meant for me to admire from afar.”
I hurt for her. It’s clear that she wants to be that person. She just doesn’t know how. I have the tools to help her only if she lets me.
“I can teach you,” I repeat. “The main thing you have to do is trust me.” I rub her bent knee until she looks at me. “Will you trust me?”
“I…I want to.” Her response was just above a whisper.
“That’s a start.” I smile.
If we were a real couple. Now would be the time I’d pull her close and kiss her, tell her everything will be fine, and so forth. Instead, I squeeze her knee reassuringly and retreat. We sit for a while wrapped up in our own thoughts. A track of calming island music makes the warm bath twice as soothing.
A smirk plays at Heaven’s lips before she speaks. “I guess I have to trust you to some degree. I am naked in a tub full of milk with you.”
I shrug. “I’ve been known to be persuasive. Too bad you refused to show me the goods.”
“Goods? I’m not produce, Sir. Besides, I haven’t seen you strutting around naked either.”
“Well, in that case…” I tease while pretending to rise.
“You better not!” she screams before laughing.
“I like it when you call me, ‘Sir.’” I eye her as I ease back down.
Just like that, we’re back in the sexually tense space that we’ve been teeter-tottering from the moment we met. I bite my lip because there is nothing I can do about our sexual tension right now. I’m an adventurous man. I have no issues with getting off in spontaneous spaces, but this isn’t one of them.
“Axel…”
She says my name like it’s a plea. I want to break every spa rule imaginable and give her a coconut-infused orgasm. My thoughts are getting dirtier by the second and I must focus on anything else before I give in to temptation.
“I’m thirty-six and you?” I blurt out, desperate to change into neutral territory.
Heaven blinks a few times, moves to the other subject with me. “Thirty-one, which means you’re five years older than me. I can’t help but think of you as a teenage girl’s wet dream. You know the older brother’s best friend that causes her to wear the tiniest outfits she can find just in case you stop by…”
“Heaven…” It’s my turn to beg because she just filled my head with all kinds of dirty thoughts about defiling her teenage self. “I’m trying to stay away from those topics.”
“What? So you don’t want to talk about the poor girl who had to go to bed all hot and bothered to touch herself because of all the steamy thoughts she had when you were around?”
Fuck it. My mind is there now, and my gloves are off.
“Do you touch yourself to steamy thoughts about me? Do you imagine me eating your pussy until you fall apart?” I lean in, peering deep into her dark chocolate eyes. “I imagine you’d be dripping wet and my big dick would slam into you with the kind of friction that would have you cumming all over me in minutes.”
I bite back a smile. She’s wet, her breathing has sped up and eyes are darker. I want to kiss the shock off her slightly agape lips.
“Time’s up, lovebirds.” The spa attendant whirls back into the room.
Saved by the bell. The rinse off, lunch, massages, and pedicures that followed our bath had us back to our usual selves. Heaven was able to talk about the places she wanted to travel and in the order she wanted to see them.
It is dark by the time we leave the spa. Heaven had ditched the shorts in favor of just wearing the bikini. She isn’t going to hear me complain about seeing more of her body. Actually, I'm not seeing enough, I want her naked without the concealment of coconut milk.
The pool area is pleasantly empty. “Hot tub,” I demand, pulling her along in that direction. “It’s the perfect way to end a relaxing day.”
“I don’t know…”
I stop and face her quieting her objection. “The water is no deeper than the tub and you have me to protect you, okay?”
