If he thought it would be easier to keep his shit together looking at the soft line of her back and smooth curve of her ass he’d been sorely mistaken. He gritted his teeth with the effort of keeping his hands gentle and careful. What he really wanted to do was yank her against him so he could grind his cock into her and slip his hand down the front of her panties to stroke her until she came hard and fast around his fingers.
If he didn’t get her into the tub fast, he was going to lose hold of his rapidly fraying control. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, he tugged the lace down her legs and then made quick work on the catch of her bra. She shrugged out of the cups, and he sucked in a breath as her gorgeous breasts sprang free, round and ripe topped with rosy nipples, begging for his mouth.
His hard cock ached and his balls tightened against his body ready to release his climax inside her. He’d never wanted a woman like this. Never.
He pressed his lips together in a tight line as hunger warred with resolve. If it had been any other reason he would succumb to his desire and take what he needed. She wanted him, too. He knew she did, but what she needed was to relax and sleep. The need to take care of her, to protect her even if it was from him, was the only thing that made it possible for him to lead her to the tub and hold her hand while she stepped into the mountain of foam.
He watched as she sank into the tub, her gorgeous breasts dipping below the mounds of bubbles. When the hot water wrapped around her, she closed her eyes in pleasure and let out a groan that shot straight to his cock which throbbed along with the beat of his heart.
Desperate for something to do with his hands, he grabbed the stool and hauled it to the head of the tub. He sat, pulling the stool forward so he straddled the porcelain, and the crown of her head was at the center of his stomach. Careful not to pull, he tugged the elastic from her hair and slid his hands into her auburn mane, rubbing her scalp with the pads of his fingers.
“Oh good God, Luke,” she said on sigh. “That feels so good.”
Having her in the tub hidden under the bubbles put enough of a barrier between them that he could touch her without feeling like he was going to lose his shit.
“Good, sweetheart. You always take care of everything else. Lean back and relax. Let me take care of you.”
He stretched to snag an empty cup from the counter and filled it with warm water from the tub. Using his hand to shield her eyes, he poured the water over her head, repeating the process until her hair was wet. He squirted shampoo into his palm and started working it through her thick hair, taking extra time to massage her scalp with strong, firm strokes. Her eyes drifted closed and her lips parted as she gave herself over to the pleasure of his hands. It made him even more determined to see what she looked like when she came. Sooner rather than later.
He promised he wouldn’t fuck her until she begged him to. Just the thought of Claire begging him to slide his cock into her tight wet pussy had him close to setting aside his resolve, but he always kept his word. Always. And he’d given it to her.
He hadn’t, however, said anything about touching her. Grinning to himself and feeling a little like the big bad wolf, he took the cup and started to rinse the shampoo from her hair. Using his hand, he shielded her eyes from the soap and poured cup after cup over her head until the water ran clear. He slicked his hands down her hair, checking to make sure he’d gotten rid of the suds.
When he was certain, he gathered her hair into a ponytail and wrapped it around his fist. He tightened his hand enough to make her gasp, her lips forming a small o. Her inky black lashes lay on her cheeks flushed from the heat of the bath and what he vowed would soon be pleasure. Her lips were red and full and he couldn’t wait to fuck her mouth while he held her hair to guide her down the length of his cock, but tonight was about her pleasure.
He tugged her head to the side, exposing the long creamy stretch of her neck. Before she had a chance to think about what was happening, he laid a trail of kisses from her ear to her collar bone.
“Wait Luke. God. Oh Hell,” she said, giving in and arching her back to give him better access to her flushed skin.
Chuckling against the damp skin of her neck, he slid his free hand under the bubbles to skim the side of her breast. He felt her pulse beat wildly under his mouth as he cupped her breast, his hand sliding over her slick skin. With light teasing strokes, he traced circles over her skin, deliberately avoiding the tight peaks of her nipples until her breath came in shallow gasps and she arched into his hand.
“Oh fuck, Luke. Please touch me.” Claire gripped the edge of the tub and raised herself until the tops of her breasts broke through the bubbles on the surface of the water. She looked wanton, needy and utterly delicious, and he couldn’t wait to fuck her.
“Like this, sweetheart?”
He pinched her nipple hard enough to ride the line between pleasure and pain, rolling it between his fingers as he tightened his grip on her hair and then released her. He cupped her neglected breast with his free hand and repeated his caresses, alternating from one breast to the other. Stroking and teasing, only pausing to tug at her red ripe nipples jutting through the film of bubbles on the surface of the water. When his name fell from her lips in a needy chant, he slid his hand lower to tease the curls covering her sex.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He slid his fingers through her silken folds, exhaling on a sigh when he found her hot and swollen, slick with her arousal. “Fuck, Claire.” He groaned with the effort it took to control himself, to keep from sliding under her and impaling her on his rod hard cock. “So fucking wet, and Jesus, so tight,” he said as he slipped first one finger and then two into her tight channel. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
She whimpered, and he curled his fingers, stroking deep inside her. He teased her aching flesh, filling her, stretching her as her tight channel contracted around him. “Let go,” he said, rubbing her clit while he moved his fingers inside her. He leaned in to nip at her earlobe and murmur against the delicate shell of her ear. “Come for me.”
She cried out as the orgasm shook her and hearing his name on her lips as she came almost undid him. He gathered her to him, ignoring the water drenching his shirt, and held her until her trembling subsided.
“I got you all wet,” she said, looking up at him with those huge eyes he thought he could lose himself in.
“Only fair, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her damp forehead. “I got you wet first. Come on, let’s get you dried off and tucked in.”
She opened her mouth and he waited for her to say something, but she closed it without speaking. Instead of pushing her to find out what she was thinking, he took her hand and helped her stand. Water sluiced from her, and remnants of the bubbles slid down her body following the slope of her breasts, the swell of her hips, tangling in the triangle of dark hair.
It took every ounce of his control to honor the promise he’d made her and by the time he had her dried and cocooned in a huge white bath sheet, he was working long division in his head to keep from bending her over the vanity and sinking balls deep into her tight wet pussy. But even though her skin was flushed instead of pale and she looked infinitely better than before, dark circles still shadowed her eyes. The woman was seriously sleep deprived.
Leading her by the hand, he took her to the bed, pulled back the covers and laid a dry towel over the pillow. “Hop in,” he said, catching the edge of her towel and tumbling her naked between the sheets. When her body hit the cool white cotton she made a sound so similar to the sounds of pleasure she made when she came, his cock throbbed in response. Jesus, she was killing him.
He covered her with the duvet, tucking it around her and hiding her gorgeous body from his hungry gaze. He kissed her forehead, fighting the emotions he wasn’t ready to deal with at seeing her in his bed. He turned, intending to make a straight line to the guest bath and some very cold water. Her hand on his arm stopped him.
“Please, Luke, stay with me. Just for a little while.”
