“Aren’t you going to come in?”
“No,” I rasped as I my hand slid over her arm. I could feel her tension as she looked up at me, confusion swimming in her golden stare. “Just relax,” I instructed.
The water sloshed as she shifted back so she was resting against the headrest that my designer had talked me into installing that was integrated into the surrounding panel. I had no plans on ever using this tub, but I wanted my guests to have a five-star spa-like experience, so I agreed.
I began touching her, running my hand up her arm which was gripping the side of the tub. When I got to her shoulder my fingers grazed her collarbone before moving to her breasts. My fingertips trailed across the area of skin above the waterline. After several passes over each mound, I dipped my hand beneath the water and traced her areola before teasing her nipples. I rolled them between my forefinger and thumb before pinching them.
With one hand I continued to massage her breast, while the other traveled lower.
“Open your legs,” I commanded roughly.
Her knees parted and I slid my hand between them. My fingers glided easily over the folds of her sex. After several passes up and down the seam of her pussy, I began to flick my finger across her clit.
Her chest rose and fell as her breathing grew more and more labored. Her eyes were cast down, watching as I pleasured her. Her hands gripped the side of the bath as if she were trying to anchor herself.
“That feels so good.”
“Good. I want to make you feel good.”
“You do. Every time you touch me, it feels so good.”
My jeans were getting snugger by the second as tiny sounds of pleasure escaped her mouth. As much as I loved bringing her to climax with my tongue and dick, there was something so sexy about just using my fingers. About watching the entire scene from a bird’s eye view that somehow was even more erotic.
“Yes, yes, right there.”
“Right there?” I asked, just wanting to hear her tell me again.
Her eyes lifted to mine, and she nodded. “Right there.”
Keeping our gaze locked I asked, “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes. Yes.” Her right hand dipped beneath the water and her fingers gripped my wrist, keeping it in place.
She let out a quiet gasp as her nails dug into my flesh and her body shook with release. I watched as pleasure played across her face, my finger keeping the rhythm on her clit, drawing out the release for as long as I could until her grip loosened and her head fell back and she sighed, “Fuck.”
“Good idea.”
Her lips curled as I stood, bent over, slid one arm beneath her legs and the other behind her back. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
“I’ll get you wet,” she panted.
“I think that’s only fair considering how wet I’ve made you.”
She chuckled as I began to lift her out of the tub and her arms wrapped around me. Her face nuzzled into my neck and a warmth spread through my chest. It was more than just an emotional feeling, it was physical.
I stalked over to the king-sized bed and gently laid her down on it. When I stood back up, I stripped out of my shoes, jeans, and boxer briefs and joined her on the mattress. Her legs parted for me, and I moved between them.
Hovering above her, I took a moment just to stare down at her and my chest ached.
“I missed you,” I breathed my confession again.
“I missed you, too.”
It might not be a declaration of love, but it sure as hell felt like one to me.
