But I resist. I pull her toward me, feeling her warm breath on my neck as I slip the fabric off her shoulders. She’s straining, trying to get her lips to move.
“Just relax,” I say. “Let me take care of you.”
I step back to ease the fabric from her waist, and gods, the sight of her naked drives me wild with desire.
I’ve wanted this so badly. I’ve pictured her body so many times; I’ve touched myself to the fantasy of her. I’ve come in my hand with her name on my lips. But to see her, to finally see all of her, it’s beyond my wildest dreams.
“Touch me,” she begs, her voice just a tiny bit stronger. Gods, I want to. I want to hold those beautiful breasts in my hands, to circle her perfect little nipples with my tongue, to feel her arch under me—
“No,” I say. There won’t be any arching, not for a while yet. And there won’t be much feeling either, not on her part. I shimmy the fabric from beneath her, trying very hard not to look at the space between her legs, the space where my tongue was only hours earlier.
I pick her up before I can get a better look, but it doesn’t help. If anything, it’s worse with her naked body pressed against me. Her desperate attempts to push herself against me, fruitless though they are, are driving me mad.
“I’m getting you clean, and then you’re getting some rest. And then we can talk about whatever you’re trying to do down there.”
“Talk now,” she whines.
I hold her head up and look her in the eyes. “I can’t. If I talk about it…”
I swallow. Fuck, I can barely stop myself from touching her as it is.
I lower her into the steaming bath. Her fingertips grip the fabric of my shirt, begging me to remove it and join her.
I want to. I’m filthy too. Would it be so bad to bathe with her?
The throbbing erection in my pants tells me that yes, yes, it would be.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I tell her. She wanted to be the death of me, once. And now she’s succeeded. At this rate, I’m going to die from wanting her.
I take a washcloth from a tray and soak it in the warm water. Then I lather it with soap until it’s covered in delicate bubbles.
I take a deep breath before running it over her body.
I can do this.
I swipe the cloth across her skin, focusing first on her arms and shoulders. “It would be easier if you’d stop that.” I feel her begging for me to rub the cloth on her breasts, to dip it under the surface of the water and rub it between her legs.
Fuck.Fuck, I want that too, and so the feeling reverberates between us, and it’s like I’m already doing it even though my hands are nowhere near any of the forbidden places. I lean forward, gripping the side of the tub for balance.
Her lips part, and her eyes are soft and inviting. She looks so lovely and erotic there against the walls of the bath.
“Nope,” I say, and I drop the cloth into the water. I grab a pitcher from the stand and fill it, then I pour it gently over her hair. I stand and move behind her so that I can work her hair into a lather.
It’s safer back here. If I kneel down, I can’t see her body. I can almost forget that she’s naked and begging for me, and all I have to do is—
Stop it,I tell myself. Well, less myself and more my dick. It’s straining within the silk fabric of my pants, rubbing a droplet of my need for her around. Thank the gods that one of my great-great-grandparents changed the house color to black.
Although there’s only one person here to see if I make a mess of my pants, and I have a feeling she would enjoy it.
I lather the soap into her hair, washing out the sweat and grime and blood. I massage her scalp as I work her hair clean, and she moans softly.
I feel the sound directly in my cock.
Gently, slowly, I dip my hands beneath the surface and push her body forward, trying to ignore the way her ass feels under my hands, trying to forget the memory of pulling her towards me and tasting her. I keep one hand on her neck as I dip her head back into the water, rinsing the suds from her hair.
She looks up at me, her face full of bliss. “Kiss me,” she begs, her voice clearer now than earlier.
I tilt my head down and plant a soft kiss on her forehead.
