He came in the room and stood by the tub, and she was so tempted to reach out and touch his cock. It was semi hard, and she knew she could take it all the way to pulsing if she set her mind to it. Instead, he stepped into the tub at the opposite end and sat. His long legs had nowhere to go, and he ended up keeping them bent at the knee.
“It’s not quite as romantic as I had hoped,” he admitted with a frown.
Alex laughed as she had to move her feet around to keep from hitting him in the balls. “The tub is big, but not that big.”
“Come here.”
Alex shifted to her knees and crawled over, allowing Grant to lift her and straddle her over his lap. He moved away from the end so he wouldn’t hit the faucet with his back, but it was still uncomfortable.
“Damn,” he muttered. There went his fantasies of tub sex.
“It’s the thought that counts. I was going to sit here and soak up the fragrance from the bath salts, but I think moving to the bed would be more fun.”
“I think you might be right.”
She got up first and yelped when he proceeded to smack her ass as it was right in his face.
“You have a great ass.”
She looked down at him. “I have a fat ass.”
“You do not.” He frowned. “You think it’s fat?”
“Well, yeah.” She indicated her very large butt as though it was obvious fact and not her opinion.
“I don’t like a flat ass, so don’t ever worry about it.”
Alex had always felt that her thighs and ass were a bit too big for the rest of her body. She supposed her tits balanced it all out, but she couldn’t help being envious of girls like Luna. “Seriously?”
“I promise.”
She got out and took a towel from the rack, and Grant followed her after pulling the plug. Grant wouldn’t have called the look he gave her sappy, but Alex would have.
“I love you, Grant. Thank you for going out of your way to be sweet to me.”
His grin was blinding. “I love you, too.” He gave her a kiss. “But I don’t consider it out of my way.”
Alex dried quickly and pulled her hair out of the updo she’d worn it in all day. Grant stood behind her and massaged the back of her head once her hair was free. They were both facing the mirror, and he watched her watching him. He moved his hands so that they were drifting down her arms, and then he crossed them to her nipples. At a head taller than her, Grant’s chest made the perfect spot for Alex to rest her head. He manipulated her nipples, pinching, rolling, and squeezing them.
“I love it when you pinch my nipples, Grant.” She read the lust in his eyes through his reflection.
“Fuck, I fucking love your breasts. Perfect,” he mumbled as he continued to work them.
Alex felt herself grow wet. “You fucking turn me on.”
“Always. I want you always wet for me.”
She moaned. He removed one hand and trailed it lower, and she saw how her chest turned red from her arousal. Grant inched his fingers along her belly and between her lower lips, finding the proof of how wet she was. He lifted his hand and showed her how they glistened.
Alex groaned when he raised his hand over her head and watched in the mirror as he sucked them in his mouth. He dropped his hand again and went back to her pussy, first swirling his forefinger over her clit and then in long strokes. Her hips bucked forward without any conscious thought from her brain, and she moaned again at the gathering sensations. One hand continued to play with her nipple while the other played with her pussy.
“Oh, ohh . . .” She clenched, coming hard seconds after he latched his mouth to her neck. He didn’t let up on her, and she felt the repeated pulsing as her orgasm went on and on.
Her knees trembled and she thought she might drop to the floor, but Grant banded both arms around her middle. He kissed up and down her neck, his hard cock pushing insistently into her lower back. He shifted, and it slipped between her cheeks.
“I need you, Alex. Now.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Take me now.”
