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HE GETS TO WORK and I think about how I’ll thank him. I imagine undressing him, slowly exploring every inch of that perfect body. I imagine running my fingers through his hair. I imagine sliding my tongue down his torso, and taking him in my mouth.
Before long, he’s all done, and I tell him that I want him in the bath with me. I pull myself to a stand, and it’s cold. My nipples are hard and my body is covered with goosebumps. I desperately want him to warm me up. I grab a handful of his sweater and pull him to me. “I want you naked,” I say and waste no time. I tear off his sweater over his head, and pull his pants down. He helps me along, as eager as I am. In no time, he’s completely naked in front of me, a gorgeous specimen. I study him for the longest time; the hard curves, the smooth skin, the dark line below his navel, leading to a spectacular hard-on.
He grabs the back of my head, and steals my breath away. A few seconds later, he’s in the bath with me, water is splashing all around us. “Is your tub this big?” I ask.
He slides his tongue around the curves of my breasts. “Bigger.”
“I can’t wait to see it,” I tell him as I glide down his torso. A loud growl escapes him when I take him in my mouth. I cling to him, tasting him. He moans as he pulls me in for another kiss. I hike up a leg around his hips, hanging on him like a baby monkey to its mother. He crouches into the warm water and takes us both down. I grasp the edge of the tub, still clinging to him as he sinks inside me.
He feels larger today, too big. “Slow,” I moan, breathless. “Go slow.” He does but before long, he loses control again, and pushes harder to me. My body is soft now and welcomes him eagerly. As the weight of his body presses into mine, over and over, the water rocks over the tub edges and the bathroom quickly becomes a flood zone. I couldn’t care less. That’s what towels are for.
He tenses as he reaches his climax. He bites my shoulder softly. He smiles at me. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You’re just so damn sexy. I couldn’t help myself.”
I smile. He knows I haven’t climaxed. “I’m fine.”
He grins playfully. “You might be fine, but I’m not. I need to see you come. That’s my favorite thing in the world, even better than a sunset.”
I laugh. “Wow, even better than a sunset,” I joke. “It must be something.”
He settles me between his legs, my back is comfy against his hard chest. I stretch out my smooth legs as much as I can. The bubbles have all disappeared. He slides a hand along the inside of my thigh. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
A few words is all it takes to start me up. I feel the familiar pulsing throb of anticipation as I open my legs slowly for him, shy.
“Wider,” he says. “I want to see those legs wide and open.”
I rest my head against his shoulder and open wide, as wide as I can under the restrictions of the bathtub.
“You’re beautiful,” he says as he glides a long finger along my sex. His fingers dance around my sweet spot, teasing. They travel down my sex, and back up again. When he feels me growing impatient and jittery, clinging to his hand, he finally gives me what I crave, and brings me to the edge easily.
“I love the look on your face when I make you come,” he says softly.
My heart is still beating hard when I come down and melt into him. “Damn, you’re good at that,” I say, still breathless.
“Well, I’ve had all that practice,” he points out. “Those thousands of women I’ve been with.”
I know he’s joking. He’s always joking, and that’s what I love about him.
* * *
I don’t wakeup in his arms. No, I wake up clutched to my giant bed pillow on my side of the bed. Force of habit, I suppose. He’s still sleeping, on Peter’s side. It’s strange to see him there instead of Peter. Strange but not in a bad way. I watch him sleep – he’s actually not the most attractive sleeper. His chin is tilted up to the ceiling, and his mouth hangs open. He snores lightly as he clutches the pillow. His mussed up hair is pretty hot though.
I slither closer to him, and wrap a leg around him. He doesn’t stir. I know it’s cruel but I want to see his eyes. I kiss his nose and his forehead, and play with his messy hair, trying to wake him gently. He’s a pretty hard sleeper. He fusses and turns from me. I draw circles on his back and slide my nails down to his rear. Mmm… He tosses again. I reach around and wrap my hand around him – he has a morning stiffy.
He turns around then, all smiles. I’ve finally managed to wake him up, and all I had to do was grab his penis. Such a guy.
“Good morning,” he says.
“Morning.” I smile but I don’t cuddle too close because I don’t want him to smell my morning breath, nor do I want to smell his.
He fusses with his pillow and looks toward the window. “Well, what do we have here?” he says. “Look who’s decided to join us.”
I look over and there’s Kitty, sitting at the end of our bed, tucked cozily into a ball. I’m so excited but as soon as I reach for him, he shoots me the evil eye and jumps off the bed.
“One day at a time,” Blake says.
I turn around and burrow into him. I fit perfectly in the crook of his body, just like I did before. We used to spoon like this for hours when we were young. “How’s your cat?” I ask. “Who’s looking after her right now?”
