I awkwardly maneuver and scoot back as he pulls me against his chest.
“Lay your head on me, Mouse. Just relax.” He keeps his arms around my waist, simply holding me.
I take a deep breath, exhaling all the discomfort with it.
“That’s it. Just enjoy the moment.”
We sit in silence, and my eyes close, listening to our combined breathing in tune with the sounds of the night outside. Both windows next to the tub are cracked, and the sound is soothing. My body melts into his as all my unease slowly fades away.
His hands move to my shoulders and begin massaging, causing me to moan.
“You like that, I take it?” He chuckles.
“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
“Your wish is my command.”
If I thought I was relaxed before, at this point, I’ve dissolved into a puddle of pure bliss. My moans of pleasure continue unbidden. He’s way too good at this. A minute later, he wanders to my chest. Not to my breasts, but close enough to make mewanthim to touch them. Each graze of his fingers builds the anticipation along with frustration.
“You can…” I start to say without thought, but catch myself.
“I can what?”
“Go lower.”
He moves down my arms.
“Here?”
“No,” I pout. “You know where.”
“Words, Mouse. Tell me where you want my hands,” he purrs into my ear.
Surrendering my pride, I huff out the response he’s waiting for. “You can touch my breasts.”
Finally, he makes his way to where I want him, but instead of kneading them and playing with my nipples, he teases me, gently skimming the edge, which is the direction my patience is heading.
“Like this?”
“Braden, pleeease. This is when I want you to take control. You’re sooo good at it.” Yes, I’m whining, but if that doesn’t work, I’m not sure what will. Luckily, it does the trick.
“That’s right, Poppy. Don’t forget it—stop trying to convince yourself that you don’t need this—that you don’t need me.” He squeezes both breasts, ending with a pinch to each nipple, eliciting the most wanton sound to escape.
“Is this all you wanted, Mouse? Or are you ready for more?” His hand dips lower before retreating.
“More,” I whine.
He chuckles again. “Fuck, you feel incredible. I’ll touch anywhere you want as long as I can keep my hands on you.”
“Yes,” I say as he grazes the top of my mound. I’m hoping he takes it from here without further direction, because I’m practically dying over here.
“You didn’t give me nearly enough time to look at this sexy body earlier. I’m not sure you deserve it,” he says while teasing my clit with the tip of his finger.
“Braden, seriously, you’re killing me.” I thrust my pelvis shamelessly.
“Be careful, Mouse. We don’t want to make a mess. And if you keep rubbing up against my dick, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something stupid and fuck you right here. Can you stay still for me?”
“Yes, anything, just touch me, please.”
