“You know I fucking do,” I growl, stalking toward her. I cup her heavy breasts and flick her nipples with my thumbs. She hisses out a breath, which makes me smirk. “I love how much more sensitive you’ve gotten.”
I keep playing with her tits, squeezing them and tugging her pink nipples, until she’s moaning softly.
“Owen… the bath…”
Fuck, I almost forgot.
“Hold on.” Reaching for my bag, I dig out a small box I brought along and tuck it in my pocket.
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
I take her hand and lead her back to the bathroom. The tub is full enough now, so I turn the water off and help her climb into it. She sinks beneath the bubbles and closes her eyes with a sigh of relief.
“Oh God, that feels good.” She opens her eyes just as I’m yanking off my shirt. “What are you doing?”
“Joining you.” I make quick work of my pants, shoving them off and revealing my stiff cock. “I’m going to help you relax.”
Her gaze goes wide, and she licks her lips eagerly. “Owen, the others might hear?—”
“These walls are thick. Sound doesn’t go through wood like it does drywall.” I smile. “And Jensen said we’d have privacy.” I slip into the bath behind her. Shit, she’s right. It feels amazing. “Besides, we’ve got an hour to kill. Just sit back and let me take care of you.”
She hesitates a moment before sinking back against my chest. My cock nestles between her ass cheeks and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from grinding against her. I need to make her cum first. Need to make her feel good.
“That’s my girl.”
Grabbing a washcloth folded on the edge of the tub, I soak it in the water and slowly start to run it over her chest. She whimpers when I brush it over her nipples.
“Owen,” she sighs, dropping her head back against my shoulder.
“That feels good, baby?”
She nods. “Mmmhmmm.Reallygood.”
I take my time washing her, squeezing water from the cloth to run between the valley of her breasts and watch as it slides along the curve of her belly. She starts to squirm against me, her ass rubbing along my cock, but I grit my teeth and keep going at my slow, steady pace. I wash down her arms and wipe the cloth along her fingers, one at a time. Then, I move to her belly, taking care not to put too much pressure on her even as I marvel at the fact that my baby is inside her.
“Oh, lower,” she moans.
“Not yet.” I nuzzle her ear, letting the washcloth drop into the water.
“What?” She turns her head to look up at me with a furrowed brow. “Why not?”
Grinning, I reply, “Sit up a bit.”
She still looks confused, but she obeys. Taking hold of her shoulders, I begin to massage her, pressing my fingers into her tight muscles, working into her knots.
“Oh, fuck.” She shudders, her breath leaving her in a rush. “That’s so good. Have you been studying my pressure point charts again?”
“I figured I could put the information to good use.” I work my way down her back along her spine. I know her lower back has been killing her lately, so I make sure to spend plenty of time there, using my knuckles to dig in a little deeper. She moans in delight and my cock twitches in the water at the sound. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out… I’m hanging onto my control by a thread.
“Okay, I’m going to stand up, and I want you to lean back against the tub.”
She groans in protest when I take my hands off her, but she does as she’s told and rests against the tub wall. I move around to her front and kneel in the water in front of her.
“What are you doing now?” she asks, sounding breathless.
“Continuing your massage.” Holding her gaze, I reach out the side of the tub to grab my pants and pull the little box out I’d snagged from my bag. “I just need a little something to help me out.”
