Our eyes met once again as I laced our fingers together; without another word spoken between us, we both knew what lay ahead.
I slowly released his hand, turning away to draw a bath. I could feel the heat radiating off of my skin as I stepped toward the tub and turned on the taps. Michael's gaze tracked my every move, waiting to see what was going to happen next.
“When was the last time this tub was used for anything other than giving Henry a bath?” I asked, noting there was nothing in this room hinting that Michael used it.
“I… I'm not sure,” he admitted.
My hands trembled as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor. His gaze was full of hunger and admiration as his eyes raked over my body. I stepped closer, running my hands over his firm chest, feeling every muscle ripple underneath my fingertips.
My heart raced as I tenderly guided Michael into the steaming hot tub. I felt my body flush with desire as his skin touched mine. Our eyes met and I felt a spark of electricity between us as my hands slowly moved around him to fill the sponge with hot water.
“I need you, Billy,” Michael pleaded.
“You've got me,” I promised before crashing my lips to his. “I'm going to make you feel so fucking good tonight.”
My tongue explored his mouth, and he whimpered against my lips. A shiver ran down my spine as I savored every touch. His hands scrambled to touch me everywhere they could as we sunk deeper into the water. I could grow addicted to his garden tub.
We clung to each other, lost in a blissful moment of desire. Our kiss deepened, and I felt like nothing else in the world mattered in that moment but the connection we were building.
Michael's hands moved over my body, exploring every inch of me as if he was learning something new. I gasped against his lips as my skin tingled under his touch, desperate for more of him.
My hands roamed his body as well, tracing circles on his chest and down his abs before I lightly grazed my nails along his thighs. His breath hitched and there was no mistaking the desire in his eyes as he looked at me. We were both lost in pleasure-the only thing that mattered was this blissful moment between us.
I felt a warmth spreading through my veins, and my heart skipped a beat as I felt Michael grow harder under me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer until our bodies were pressed flush against each other, one hand over my heart, holding me in place.
“I want you,” he murmured against my ear before pressing kisses along my neck. I could barely contain the moan that escaped me as he explored me with such intensity it almost took my breath away.
“Patience, sweetheart.”
The sensation of my hands on his body, combined with the heat of the steam made it hard for me to concentrate. My motions were slow and smooth as I lathered the sponge and ran it over every inch of his body. I felt a jolt of electricity rush through me with each touch, and my heart raced with pleasure as I caressed him. Our skin sizzled as our lips melted together in an all-consuming kiss.
I continued my exploration of his body, my fingers mapping out his contours. I could feel the strength and power beneath his skin, all the while delighting in the way he shivered at my touch. His breathing became erratic, punctuated with desperate moans that escaped his lips every time I teased a sensitive area.
I ran my hands over his chest and down to his abdomen, feeling each ripple of muscle there and eliciting little gasps from him. I traced slowly downwards until finally reaching the apex of his thighs, feeling a change in the air around us as he opened himself up to me.
My fingers curled around his shaft as I started to stroke him beneath the water, my movements slow and steady at first before gaining momentum. He gripped onto my shoulders, letting out a shuddering breath as I increased the intensity of my strokes. He let me take control as our shared pleasure grew with each passing second.
Soon, he could no longer resist, and I felt his body tense as his climax approached. We both cried out as he came, his entire body trembling as I continued to pleasure him until the last of his pleasure had been unleashed.
Finally being allowed to touch him was overwhelming in the best way possible. His kisses tasted sweet and filled with passion, making me want this moment to last forever.
Eventually, the water cooled and Michael's body sagged against mine, every trace of tension absent from his body.
“Come on, let's move this into the bedroom,” I suggested. He grabbed onto the sides of the tub while I climbed out, and took my proffered hand to steady himself. Our naked, wet bodies pressed together didn't pique my arousal-it was as if my body knew him wrapping his body around mine was for comfort rather than foreplay.
I grabbed a thick, white towel from the stack on the shelf and vigorously rubbed Michael's wet body. His skin cooled quickly and there were droplets of water lingering on his neck and arms that I quickly wiped away before wrapping the towel around his waist.
Our eyes met once again as I laced our fingers together without another word spoken between us we both knew what lay ahead. As I looked into his gaze, I could see that he felt the same nervous excitement in the air that I did.
We moved toward the bed in sync, and I directed him to sit down on the edge. Both of us were aware of each other's movements and breaths, and it seemed like time had stopped for a moment.
Michael's expression was stoic, but his gaze was still locked with mine as I stood before him. With one hand, I reached out and lightly touched his cheek; my other hand moved to his chest, and my heart raced when he shivered.
“I want you to turn off your mind for tonight,” I insisted. “There will be no more thinking about the reasons you can't do this. I'm going to show you exactly why youneedit.”
We both knew what this moment meant, and the air around us seemed charged with anticipation. His eyes were closed now as my hands explored every inch of his body. His hands began to wander too, teasing and tantalizing as they moved up and down my spine.
“Yes, Billy.” Maybe someday I'd earn the right to demand he call me something else when he was like this, but for tonight, simply hearing his breathless acknowledgment was enough.
