“I’ll take some water out.”
She watched him strip, eyes moving over his hardened body, the dark sprinkling of hair across his chest that led to his stomach and down, down, down.
“You’re looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.” His expression was dark, almost angry.
Her smile was teasing in response. “Feel free to return the favour.” She shifted position carefully, angling herself so her breasts were displayed more prominently and his eyes went straight there, causing him to almost lose his balance while pulling off his jeans.
“Let some water out,” he said. “And how hot have you got it?”
“It’s fine. It’s nice and warm,” she dismissed, allowing the water level to drop.
He put a foot in and winced. “Jesus, Keren! You could cook lobsters in that!”
“Don’t be so soft. You’ll get used to it.”
His cock was already hard, anything but soft in fact. Her head had tumbled through every possible way they could do this without her hurting herself more, but she’d now forgot them all. The pain wasn’t there anymore, he’d cured it. Maybe he should be available on prescription.
Maybe she should just keep him to herself.
He’d managed to get two feet in the bath tub but was still wincing about the temperature of the water. Distracting him was the obvious solution.
Keren moved forward, water splashing over the sides. She moved her hands to his ass and leaned up enough to be able to lick her tongue up his cock.
“Shit, Key,” he managed to say as she took the head in her mouth and sucked gently. His knees bowed a little.
She took more in her mouth, nothing too rigorous as she had no intention of not using that erection to soothe her own needs, but just enough to tease him.
His hips moved a little, trying to set the pace, but she simply clasped his hips to keep control.
“How does the water feel now?” She moved back, giving his length one last flick of her tongue.
“What water?” He shifted, splashing more water over the bath, onto the floor. “Let me sit behind you. I want to make sure you’ve managed to wash those tits properly.”
He stepped behind her, squeezing himself in. She made a mental note to make sure the next place she lived had a bigger bath. He sat her between his legs, and filled his hands with her soap.
“Tell me if I hurt you, or if it feels sore. I don’t have the gentlest of hands,” he murmured into her ear.
She sat back and let him run his palms and fingers across her body, cupping her breasts and gently circling his fingers around her nipples until they were stiff peaks. The pinch he gave them pulled a low moan from her and made him chuckle.
“Your tits are perfect,” he said. “Whenever we were arguing I had to fight to not stare at them. If you’d have caught me, you’d have crucified me.”
“Damn right. Look at them all you want right now.”
“Trust me, I am. Spank material for the next week when you ignore me.” He slid a hand over her stomach, then reached between her legs, pushing a finger into her pussy, then moving it to her clit.
She pushed into his hard cock that was sitting behind her and he paused.
“Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
She did as she was told, an uncommon occurrence.
His used two of his fingers on her clit in a circular motion, the other to pull at one of her nipples, the timing regular and rhythmic.
Breaking apart happened easily, as if her body was already well-programmed as to what to do with Scott. The water rippled as she bucked and pulsed, stilling only as the intensity subsided.
“How do you feel about very gentle sex? Is it something in your repertoire?” she said, remembering how furious he’d been previously.
“Your knees will take a bashing in the bath,” he said, rising up with her in his arms. Once they were standing he reached the the tall radiator and grabbed the towels from it, dropping them onto the floor. She was a sucker for new towels, the fluffier the better and there was plethora of them on the radiator.
