35

“Alin’s baby is so cute and beautiful,” Laurel said as she prepared bath water in the big bathtub in their bathroom for Aaron who had just come home from work.

“Oh yeah? You didn't forget to say hello from me to her, right?”

Aaron took off his tie and slung his coat over the chair, then stepped into the large bathroom and leaned against the door. Laurel was checking the temperature of the water in the bathtub then took the white towels and folded them and placed them on the towel rack near the bath.

“I already told her that. Alin congratulates us on our marriage.” Laurel stood up and looked at Aaron. “I was thinking of visiting Aunt Sarah. Yesterday we only had time to announce our marriage by telephone. She's already like my own mother, so it would be rude if we didn't see her soon.”

“I'll drive you to the dorms this weekend to meet Aunt Sarah.” Aaron smiled, admiring his wife's beauty in the dim light of the bathroom.

The bathroom was spacious, with a very large bathtub, fit for two people. However, Aaron and Laurel had never tried to take a bath together, as they were too busy after their return.

The shades are black and white, dominated by black marble with a whitish abstract tinge throughout the room. In addition, all the furniture is pure white, creating a very beautiful contrast of its own.

Aaron, however, did not care about the mood of the bathroom. To him, the most beautiful was his wife, his beautiful wife, his magnificent Laurel, who was now standing in a simple white dress that waved at her calves, making her look like a goddess who had descended from the sky and had the power to dispel all of his tiredness.

“Come here.” Aaron held out his hand. “I miss you.”

Laurel smiled and accepted Aaron's outstretched hand, allowing herself to be pulled into the man's arms. He hugged her tightly then lifted her chin and kissed it gently.

“Do you miss me?”

“Very.” Laurel smiled. “I'm used to seeing you all the time.”

Her fingers traced Aaron's handsome face gently. “It feels different when you're not around.”

He took her fingers and kissed them gently. “Maybe you can come into the office again and be my assistant.”

Laurel smiled. “Not a bad idea.”

“And my company will go bankrupt in no time, because the owner is too busy fucking his assistant in the office.”

“Aaron!” she exclaimed, reproaching his vulgar words.

It made him chuckle. He kissed the top of her nose and heaved into the bathroom. The man looked at the bathtub with warm water that looked tempting.

“Come on; come take a bath with me.”

“But I took a shower.”

Aaron's gaze at Laurel was so sensual; melting Laurel to a pulp. “Bathing with me will be cleaner. I'll help scrub your back and clean any places you can't reach by yourself.”

Seductively the man took off his shirt, threw it on the bathroom floor, his pants following. It left him completely naked, with a sturdy build and tough muscles in the right places, clad in a beautiful tanned bronze skin tone. Laurel swallowed her saliva, mesmerized by the sensual magic her husband emitted.

“Come along?” Aaron held out his hand again and Laurel accepted it, letting him strip her and lead her into the bath.

The man leaned on the bathtub head and pulled Laurel into his lap. She leaned comfortably against his broad chest. Her entire back were pressed against his entire front.

They bathe comfortably. The aroma of rose aromatherapy oil began to fill the room, mixed with the warm water that soaked their bodies.

Aaron's fingers moved mischievously and rubbed Laurel's breasts. The breasts were slippery with rose oil mixed with warm water with the nipples erect because of the wind. He played it gently, making her groan and move her hips, feeling the hardness of his manhood pressing against her from behind.

“Put your hips up a little bit, honey.”

Aaron helped Laurel move and effortlessly inserted his already hard manhood, uniting himself with her womanhood so ready to accept him. They groaned together, enjoying such an erotic union.

Then Aaron moved his hips slowly, teasing Laurel, making his wife squirm passionately. His fingers touched the sensitive spot between his wife's thighs and played with it while continuing to move at a regular rhythm, creating soft ripples in their bathwater.

“I love you, Laurel,” Aaron's voice was hoarse.

The man lowered his head and kissed Laurel's ear sensually. His lips then explored her neck and shoulders from behind, licking it erotically. While down there, his hips moved steadily along with hers, bringing the two of them together closer to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Aaron's movements grew faster and more passionate and the water around them rippled, following their movements.

“Receive my love, baby, accept me.”

Aaron lifted his hips, pressing himself so hard, blending deep into Laurel's center and gushing out bursts of pleasure inside, bringing her together to orgasm with him.

They then panted together in serene silence. Laurel rested her head on Aaron's chest, enjoying the rapid pounding of his heart after their orgasm and the heaving of his chest rising and falling. After their bodies calmed down, she felt sleepy, but Aaron straightened up.

“Hey, beauty, you can't fall asleep in the bathtub. It's dangerous, you could drown.”

He gently led her to her feet, stepped out of the bath and directed her into the shower.

“Come on, I'll rub your back.”

The man turned on the hot shower that splashed them straight from above and they made love once again under the shower.

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“How are you?” Aaron immediately asked as soon as he heard Aamber's voice answering the phone.

The voice on the other end snorted harshly. “Oh, hi, Aaron! I didn't expect you to remember to call your sister who you left trapped with a snake on a deserted island!”

Aaron laughed at the sarcasm in Aamber's voice. “Hearing your voice, I concluded that you are fine.”

“I'm fine, just bored to death.”

“What about Clarissa?”

Aamber sighed. “Clarissa is fine. She’s almost healed and she is so annoying. We hate each other and cannot stand the room. I think that's also what motivated her to recover faster. She'll be home the day after tomorrow, and so will I.”

Aaron frowned. “Do you think she has any plans to interfere again?”

“Who can tell what's behind that pretty head?” Amber laughed. “You have to be careful, Aaron. She seems to have given up now. I tried to show her that she was completely hopeless.”

“Well, hopefully she steps back. I'm too busy to be bothered with her.” Aaron took a deep breath. “I will reveal everything to Laurel.”

“Are you sure?” Aamber's voice lowered. “You think Laurel will understand?”

“I'm not sure and I don't know either.” Aaron sighed. “But she loves me. It felt unfair if I kept this fact a secret from her. Besides, I am afraid that one day she will hear the truth from someone else. Her trust in me would be completely shattered if that happened.”

Aamber was silent, unable to refute the truth in Aaron's words. It is true that secrets cannot be kept forever. After all, it was best for Laurel to hear it directly from Aaron rather than hear it from someone else, and then feel that he had been lying and deceiving her all along.

“When are you going to say it?”

“Soon.” Aaron groaned and ruffled his hair in frustration. “I think I have to prepare myself and courage first, also waits for the right time.”

“Hope everything goes well, brother.” Aamber shared Aaron's anxiety. “Let me know when it works.”

“Certainly. Pray for me, Aam.”

“That's for sure too. I love you, brother.”

“Me too, Aam.”

The call was cut off, leaving Aaron with restlessness, the uneasiness that had begun to surround him, mixed with his fear, fear that Laurel would leave him.