Chapter 51 breath of fresh air

…Tyler POV…
In a strange way, I feel calm, I think, even though I truly don t think it is the right word to say, but I am relieved that I know now what is wrong. At least we know what we are fighting for. And even though I feel somewhat awful, the dizziness at times seems to be rather unbearing. But I feel as if I have had a breath of fresh air; I know that I can get through this, no matter how bad it gets.
But first, I know of a little woman that needs a good spanking, for she has just slapped me on my ass. Before she even knows what I am doing, I throw her over my shoulder and start to carry her out of the kitchen to the bedroom. She kicks and wiggles as best as she can, but I hold her firmly in place.
"Tyler." She softly whispers. "Put me down."
"Sorry, I cannot do that."
She squirms, and she moans, "I have two feet. I can walk."?
"Nah," I only but chuckle, "I am not letting you get away."
I take her into the room and drop her down onto the bed. Her body bounces, and she nearly falls off from the side. I go to catch her, and I lay down comfortably next to her.
"I love you, but for slapping my ass..." I pull her closer into my arms, "Now please let me run you a bath; then I can help bathe you. I know of someone that did not have a shower this morning."
She slaps me gently on the shoulder, "You know that I can do it myself."
"Where is the fun in that?"
She rushes into the bathroom, and I rush off after her. I watch as she slips her feet out of her stilettos and drops them down next to her on the floor. She slides her hands underneath her dress and slowly pulls her panties off. I swear she is doing this on purpose; she loves teasing me every moment she gets. Then she turns over her shoulders and asks me to unzip her dress.
"Please."
I find myself staring at her bareback. She takes hold of my hands and allows me to slide them over her shoulders; I let her dress drop and run my hands down her spine. She shivers and lets out a low moan. I run my hands further down the contours of her waist and even further down her tight bottom. As I run them over her thighs, she grabs hold of them and stops.
"I thought you are going to help me bathe."
"Your beauty captivates me; it is hard to keep my hands from you."
Once the bath has run full, she dips her toes in the water one by one and slides down along the edge of the bath, making herself comfortable. She slowly closes her eyes and starts losing herself in the moment.
I start, and one by one, I undo each button of my shirt. With her eyes still firmly closed, I begin to unzip my pants; I kick them off in a pile next to her dress and toss my shirt there too. As I have my underwear halfway down my legs, her eyes open. She stares at me in total shock, standing in front of her with a full erection.
"Oh, god!"
"Well, I have never been called a god before, but I guess they say there is a first for everything."
"You are impossible. Just get in."
She allows me to slide in behind her back into the water; the moment she feels my growing erection pushing into her skin, she gasps.
"Tyler!"
"Ssshhh, Jenna."
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me between my legs. I soak a sponge in the water and lather it with soap. Gently I start washing her back, moving up her spine and down her back. I move over her arms and along her sides. Slowly I move my hands from her sides and up her chest. Her breathing stops for a short second as I place one hand on her breast while rubbing the sponge in circles.
"Tyler."
I purposely ignore her plea and start laying small kisses on her shoulder. My free hand moves to the front and takes her other breast in my hand. I softly squeeze. Her breathing is now a lot heavier. I drop the sponge in the water and run my palms over her erect nipples. Her breasts are soft and supple in my hands as I take them both and start rubbing them harder.
"Tyler, this is not bathing."
"Do you want me to stop, Jenna?"
...Jenna POV...
Behind me is Tyler, holding my body in a way that no man has ever held before. The way his soft lips are rubbing against my naked skin is making me crave him in ways I have never done before.?
I turn my body around and hook my legs around his waist and settle down on his lap. The water is gushing everywhere. I giggle when I see the expression on his face as I wiggle my bum into him further.
"What are you doing, Jenna?"
"What does it look like, Tyler?"
I grind myself harder against him, and he once more growls deep from inside. Oh god, how I wish I could feel him inside of me. The power I feel that is moving underneath me is enough to rock my soul.
"You are playing with fire, Jenna," he says as he softly whispers.
As I cup his face in my hands, I only answer, "And what if I want to get burned?"
I can feel his desire grow against my thigh, then he only but smiles, "I'd say this is not the place for it."
He watches me as I start roaming my hands over his body. Feeling each crack and crevice of his sculpted stomach, drawing circles over his muscled chest. I can see the lust and craving in his eyes as I run my finger closer to his erection.
"What are you doing, Jenna?"
"Nothing."
Then his face turns all serious again, as he thinks back to earlier on when we received the news, "So, what are we going to do?"
?"You know that is such a mood killer, you trying to talk seriously while I am trying to take advantage of you."
"Oh, is that what you called that splashing around?"
"It is not my fault you ran so much water in the bath."
"Well, I did not ever think I will be using the thing."
I burst out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, "Your ass is so lazy, Tyler."
"Hey, it is much easier to shower. And if you think about it, we could have had sex in the shower by now."
"What is wrong with the bath?"
"Really, Jenna? Is that your idea of being romantic?"
"Now that is a word I ever thought would come out of Tyler Moore's mouth."
"I can show you what else..."
He need not even have to show me as I take it for myself. This man is so goddam irresistible. When he studies me with those magnificent eyes, it feels like he burns a warmth into every corner and inch of my body.
Here, now, every single part of his perfectly sculpted and toned body belongs to me. I would like to believe that when this man with the strong chiseled features leaves this room, that he will still belong to me and only me from here on end.
And it is that face with the perfect messy dark brown hair that I take in my hand, "Stop changing the subject and finish what you started."
"I see we are already so demanding."
I only but huff at him, "I can always dry myself off and go sleep."
He grabs me tighter around my waist, "That sweet ass is not leaving this bathroom until we are done."
"Can this sweet ass not finish this in the bedroom? This water is kind of getting cold."
He slips out from behind me and steps outside of the tub. I watch as he turns around and wraps a white towel around that damn tight ass. He reaches on over to gently lift me from the tub as well. He takes another towel from the shelf and covers my tiny body with it. Then he picks me up and slowly carries me to the room.
He softly lays my body down on the black satin sheets, then he slips my towel open and takes it away from underneath me.
"Mmm." He stands as he admires my body, "Now, what do I do with this?"
"Hopefully not stare at it the whole night."
"What type of man would I be if I let this go to waste?"
"The kind of one that is getting slapped for referring to my body as trash."
He bursts out in what can only but be described as a loud growl, "I think I might just love that mouth more than I love you."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Which part, Jenna?"
"The part where you love me?"
"Every single word of it."
He drops his face until his soft lips meet my supple ones. He brushes them against mine, not innocent like a tease, but hot. The touch sends a sensation of shivers over my skin. He tastes like honey and a hint of vanilla; I can smell his musky cologne that radiates from his skin. I hardly have a moment to react before he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, and, at my grant of access, he delves inside my mouth.
It is like my senses have all been seduced, and I can no longer think straight. My brain has gone mush, and my legs numb. He kisses me with so much fire and passion yet keeping it gentle and demanding. His tongue is stroking the inner sides of my cheek, and we intertwine.
"You are mine, Jenna." He softly whispers to me, and I smile; my heart flutters at hearing his words. I clasp my hands on either side of his face as I lean in for a deeper kiss.
Then for the second time, his face grows serious again, and as he stares deep into my eyes, I can see a determination hiding in his, "Let s do the operation."