He turned his back to me and continued to move with the music. He slid the shirt off his shoulders and down his back with the hem of each side still in his hand. His back muscles were just as defined. I couldn’t help but drool at the prospect of him joining me in the tub.
He let the shirt drop to the ground and, with his back still turned, I heard him unbutton his slacks. When the zipper slid down, the sound made me sigh. He bent over as he pushed his slacks down his legs. Stepping out of them, he turned to face me with only a pair of blue boxer briefs on. His sizable bulge could not hide from my discerning gaze.
“You have one piece of clothing left, it seems.”
“I’m not sure you’re ready for me to take these off yet.” His wicked grin told me he was teasing.
I was definitely ready for him. “Take them off. Now.”
“Even you didn’t take your bottoms off for me at the Cherry Pie that night.”
“They’ll just get wet in the tub.”
He slipped his fingers inside the waistband and slid them down to below his knees. They fell from there to the ground. His gorgeous cock stood at just above half-mast, long, thick, and hard. Standing there like Superman with his hands on his hips, I fought the giggle that wanted to erupt amid the pure lust.
He stepped into the bathtub and I motioned him to sit against me.
“Turn around. Back to me. Just like during your sensate touch session.”
He slid into the hot water, and I wrapped my arms around his chiseled body. When he settled in, he leaned into me and relaxed. His back pressed against my breasts and felt amazing. My hard nipples pressed against him and the slightest movement shot ripples of pleasure through me.
I ran my hands over his abs and then over his chest. When I found his nipples, my fingers caressed around them, never quite touching them. Until they did.
He ran his hands along my thighs. His touch sent tingles up my legs to my pussy.
I splayed kisses along his back as my hands moved lower. When they found their target between his legs and I grasped his shaft, he gave me a low, sexy moan. I played with his thick head while my other hand moved along his inner thigh. Everywhere I touched him, his body was hard and sculpted.
When I began stroking his cock, he moaned, and his head lay back on my shoulder. I kissed his neck and my tongue teased his ear lobe.
“I love it when my body presses against yours.” He whispered in the dim light of the glowing candles.
“Mmm. Me too.”
“Although I would prefer to be behind you.”
“Really. You like to be in control?” I stroked his cock faster while my other hand ran over his chest. I made sure to rub his nipples again.
He always said during our sessions he wanted to be in control. I was determined to show him the pleasures of giving up control.
“I like to give pleasure,” he whispered in the dim light.
“So, you are more of a giver than a receiver?” I nibbled on his earlobe as my hands continued to pleasure him.
“Yes,” he breathed.
I continued to move my hand up and down his wet shaft while my other hand explored his body. He rubbed my thighs as far up as he could, but I kept holding him close to me.
“It’s your turn,” he growled as he turned around in the direction that would keep my hand on his erection. On his knees in the bathtub, with his hands on the edge supporting him, he pressed his lips against mine. He forced his tongue between my lips, but once he did, I accepted it gladly.
“Tired of receiving?” I murmured between kisses.
“Tired of not being in control.”
He grabbed me and pulled me up while he slid underneath me. Water splashed and bubbles roiled with our movement in the tub. I giggled as he repositioned us so that he was now behind me and my back pressed against him.
I twisted enough to kiss him. “What do you intend to do to me, Mr. Dark Eyes.” I’d never really called him that to his face until tonight, but I was enjoying calling him by the nickname.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy of yours until you scream my name.”
