I have a feeling it’s about to get a lot more use moving forward.
I stop in the middle of the bathroom near the tub, giving her a minute to soak it in, but when she opens her mouth next, she ends up quickly snapping it closed before wiggling from my hold and racing toward the toilet.
What the hell?
“Kat, are you okay?” I move to stand behind her, gathering up the stray hairs that escaped her ponytail to keep them safe.
She doesn’t end up puking, but she sure is green.
I rub what I hope are soothing circles on her back and give her a minute to catch her breath.
“Sorry,” she says, her voice small and embarrassed. “I think the stress of everything tonight and—” she waves a hand around,and I get what she’s saying even without the words. “It’s all been a lot lately.”
Of course, she's right.
These last six months have been a lot, but damn if they haven’t been some of the best of my life as well.
“Don’t be sorry, love.” With the threat of her puking seemingly gone, I once again pull her into my arms, simply holding her close for a moment.
I’m not sure how to explain it, but it feels like she needs this, or maybe I do.
“Do you feel okay to take a bath with me, Cherry?” I hook a finger under her chin and lift her head until our eyes meet.
I know she’s embarrassed about tonight, and I don’t blame her, but I need to get her mind off of that. I need her to remember how important she is to us, to me.
She bites down on her lower lip and gives me just the smallest hint of a nod, but it’s all I need.
I narrow my eyes at her as I pull her lip free and push to stand. With her still in my arms, I move to the counter and set her down, taking a step back to look at her.
Fuck that dress.
I’d picked that dress for her, not tonight, but when we stocked her closet; that had been something I put in her closet. I rarely remember exactly what I choose, but a few things stuck with me.
That slit in particular was why I chose it; I knew her legs would look great, and fuck me, had they ever.
If the douche canoe host hadn’t opened his stupid mouth, I might have brought her up to the office and fucked her. I’d planned to steal her away for the night even before I saw what she was wearing, and while what we do has changed slightly, I’m more than happy to occupy her time in other ways so long as that dress is on the damn floor.
It had looked good online on the model, but Kat puts that girl to shame. I’d had a hard time looking anywhere else all night as I imagined peeling it off of her the way I’m about to.
I know the others are damn jealous; I wasn’t the only one with my eyes all over her. Those thin straps didn’t seem like they should be able to support those delicious tits, but they managed, somehow.
More than once, I’d let my mind wander, daydreaming about an empty restaurant where her strap gave out and I ate her instead of dinner.
Someday I’ll have to let us live out that fantasy, but for now I plan to unwrap her right here.
Those straps might have held all night, but I push them aside with ease, running my hands down her arms to her thighs before working my way back up her waist and wrapping around to her back.
Her eyes bore into me, but she doesn’t say a word as she sucks in a deep breath that lets me know just what my touch does to her.
I fucking love it.
The zipper pulls down easily, letting the dress pool around her waist and showing off her lacy black strapless bra, which makes my mouth water. Unable to resist, I lean in, pressing a kiss to the swell of her breasts as I push the fabric down her ass, which she helpfully lifts, letting me unwrap her like a present to show me her matching underwear set.
Fuck me.
Her dress falls to the floor at our feet, and I move back to get a better look at her.
Unlike the rest of the home’s bathrooms, mine is dark. Black quartz counters, gray floor and walls, black cabinets and drawers, and even a black toilet.
