She turns on the water to the tub and adds bubbles. It’s not overly feminine scented, and I’m eager to experience this. I don’t remember the last time I took a bath, even. Maybe when I was eight?
Her soft hands slowly take off each piece of clothing I have on, her eyes only leaving mine when she has to focus or balance. This isn’t something I’ve even dreamed someone would do for me, and I’m completely mesmerized. And surprisingly not hard. Her hands undressing me should have me standing at attention.
That changes when she gets naked and climbs into the running water and bubbles first. Her back rests against the tub, and I stare in confusion.
“Come on, big guy. We won’t tell anyone you were little spoon.”
I chuckle and climb in, leaning back to rest against her chest. This isn’t bad, actually. “This might be right up there with having you behind me on my bike.”
“Better, though, because there are bare tits.”
“Obviously,” I joke and chuckle.
Her hands rub along my skin, and I swear my stress and pain begins to wash away. Mostly.
“Scoot forward and tilt your head back. I need to wet your hair.”
I decide to do as she says and let her take care of me. I do as she says, and there’s such a gentleness to every action. How no one has scooped her up before now and made her their forever, I have no idea. But I’m glad they haven’t.
“Sorry, I don’t have anything that’s not girly,” she says and lathers shampoo in her palms. “But anyone who sniffs your head should be questioned about their actions anyway.”
I chuckle and then moan as her fingers massage my scalp. My eyes close, and it feels amazing. Tingles spread down my shoulders, and I could get used to this.
Why does it feel so damn good, though?
“I love having my hair washed, too,” she whispers, her breath making me shiver. “It’s half the reason women go to the salon.”
“Mama never does it this good when she cuts my hair.”
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She scrubs for longer than necessary, and I don’t complain. It’s a nice distraction, but I know it can’t last forever.
“Scoot forward again. Gotta rinse. And keep your eyes closed. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Baby, hurting me is the last thing you need to worry about right now.
After my hair is clean and rinsed, she lathers up her bodywash. Another girly scent, but I don’t mind. There are much worse things than smelling like Misty.
Her hands rub along my skin, and it’s not until she reaches my waist that things happen. Against my will, my cock pops up, the head breaking the surface.
“I’d say sorry, but this is what your hands on me does. I can’t bring myself to apologize for that.”
Lips press against my cheek, and she wraps her hand around my shaft. “No, you never have to apologize for that.”
I lean my head back onto her shoulder as she strokes me, and I honestly feel like a fucking king. Lying in a bathtub with a sexy woman washing and jerking me off is the life.
“Oh fuck,” I mutter.
She kisses my cheek and temple as the water sloshes with her movements. It’s not surprising she knows what I like, and her free hand moves up to tug on my nipple ring. It’s the perfect amount of pain to set me off, and I shoot my load along the water, my entire body shaking as I come down.
“God, Misty, you really know how to make a guy forget about his problems,” I mutter, her hand moving to massage my balls just enough to send a shockwave through me. “Fuck.”
“I want to give you everything you need, Zeppelin,” Misty whispers. “You deserve that and so much more.”
Turning my head, I claim her lips. There’s nothing hurried about it, and it’s calm and comfortable. Like we could do this forever.
I want to do this forever.
