Chapter 257
Nathan glanced at the traces of lovemaking he had just cleaned up, a hint of understanding in his eyes. He quickly went to the fridge and took out a bottle of chilled bottled water, the kind of cold water that Nathan and I usually drink, due to growing up in the countryside.
Back in the countryside, it was the kind of hand pump where the water was the coldest and sweetest when the water tank was full. It was the favorite drink of the rural people, especially in the hot summer. The bottle was not filled with drinks or beer, but with cool well water.
Katniss doesn't have the habit that Nathan and I have. She usually drinks bottled water and coffee at home.
After Nathan took out the cold water, poured it into a glass, he returned to the bedroom. He helped Katniss sit up against the headboard, placed a pillow behind her back, and then handed the ice water to Katniss. Katniss, still groggy, saw that it was water and drank it all in one go. After drinking the ice water, Katniss's flushed cheeks and body gradually returned to their normal fair color. The bottle of ice water helped cool down Katniss. After finishing the glass, Katniss seemed a bit unsatisfied, after all, the liquid she had just sprayed during lovemaking couldn't be replenished with this glass of water.
Seeing that Katniss seemed to want more, Nathan directly brought two more bottles of water from the fridge. Katniss finally stopped after drinking one and a half bottles in a row. Her dry lips became moist and rosy again. At this point, Katniss looked like a weak patient slowly recovering. While Katniss rested on the bed regaining her strength, Nathan continued to clean up the room where they had finished making love. Nathan finally finished cleaning up, but Katniss still hadn't fully recovered.
Nathan saw the dried traces of semen around Katniss's vagina, sparse pubic hair stuck together with dried semen, and traces of Nathan's saliva on her breasts. Her body was covered with kisses of varying shades and finger marks from his intense rubbing.
Nathan seemed proud when he saw the marks on Katniss's body, as they were all traces left behind from their intimate moments.
Nathan went to the bathroom again, but this time not to use the toilet, but to fill the bathtub with water and lots of foam.
After doing all this, Nathan returned to the bedroom, lifted the still weak Katniss, and walked towards the bathroom. Katniss was still groggy, like a docile lamb, resting her cheek on Nathan's shoulder as they walked.
Nathan placed Katniss in the bathtub, the warm water soaking her whole body. Katniss let out a contented sigh, exhausted from the day. A relaxing bath was just what she needed to unwind.
Nathan carefully washed Katniss, not just bathing her, but also massaging and caressing her during the process. Nathan's hands, lathered with shower gel, felt slippery as he spent the most time caressing Katniss's breasts and vagina. After washing Katniss's front for a while, Nathan laid a thick towel on the edge of the bathtub and, with Katniss's cooperation, helped her turn over. Due to her dancing background, Katniss's body was very flexible. Her arms were under her chin, head resting on her arms on the towel on the edge of the bathtub, body bending backward, lying face down in the bathtub following its contours. The recent lovemaking session had satisfied Katniss, and now she was slowly regaining her strength in the bathtub. Nathan took this opportunity to massage Katniss's back and buttocks, not forgetting her thighs and feet. He washed Katniss very carefully, even giving her joints a few massages, showing great care and patience, making Katniss feel his love and concern.
As time passed, I noticed that at some point, Nathan's penis had become erect again, swaying gently as he walked with Katniss in his arms. There was a slight secretion at the tip of his penis. While giving water to Katniss, Nathan drank the remaining half bottle of mineral water to replenish his fluids.
After almost finishing cleaning Katniss, Nathan turned her over again, letting her lie quietly in the bathtub. Katniss seemed like she could fall asleep at any moment.
Nathan relaxed his legs for a moment, as he had been squatting by the bathtub for a while. Once his legs felt normal again, Nathan slowly walked out of the bathroom, his erect penis swaying slightly. He then grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and drank it all in one go.
Nathan threw the empty bottle into the trash can, glanced at the still lit bathroom, lightly touched his almost erect penis, and slowly walked back towards the bathroom.
Seeing Nathan touching his penis, I knew that he might want to have another round with Katniss in the bathroom. After all, they rarely had such a chance to be alone together. When Nathan returned to the bathroom and saw Katniss still lying in the bathtub, he touched his erect penis a few more times before slowly walking towards the bathtub. Although Katniss heard Nathan enter the bathroom, she kept her eyes closed, showing no emotional response. The relationship between the two of them at this moment was so delicate - despite having different ethical backgrounds, they were able to engage in intimate activities that only couples and lovers could share.
If Katniss had just opened her eyes to see Nathan teasingly touching his penis, would she feel scared? After all, this ugly yet incredibly robust organ had repeatedly made her surrender under Nathan, causing her to uncontrollably moan in a way that made her feel ashamed. Every time, she reached climax under Nathan's excitement, a feeling that she couldn't experience with her husband. Her bold moans and compliance seemed to belong exclusively to Nathan.
Our bathtub at home is quite large, almost like a double bathtub, very wide. When Nathan wasn't home before, Katniss and I used to bathe together in it, and occasionally we would be intimate in it. It's unexpected that what used to be the warm bed of my beloved wife and me has now become the stage for Nathan and Katniss. Nathan slowly lifted his leg and entered the bathtub. Katniss also noticed Nathan entering the bathtub, but she still didn't open her eyes. It seemed that whatever Nathan did now, Katniss didn't find it strange. Their relationship seemed to have entered a realm of complete openness and intimacy. Katniss was lying in the middle of the bathtub. When Nathan fully entered the bathtub, there wasn't enough space on both sides for Katniss, so if Nathan wanted to lie down, he had to turn sideways.
However, when Katniss noticed Nathan lying down, she actually took the initiative to gently move her body a few times towards the inside, finally leaning against the edge of the bathtub, making room for Nathan to lie flat. During this process, Katniss didn't open her eyes, as if it was a spontaneous movement.
Seeing Katniss in this state made me feel uncomfortable. In fact, during her intimacy with Nathan, I hoped that Katniss could retain a shred of rationality, at least showing some consideration for my feelings while being intimate with Nathan, even though she knew I couldn't see.
Perhaps Katniss was using this cooperative gesture to thank Nathan for his recent efforts, or maybe her sexual desire had not been fully satisfied yet, and she was still being driven by desire. However, neither of these reasons seemed very reasonable.
Nathan lay comfortably in the bathtub, side by side with Katniss, soaking in the water that now contained their lovemaking fluids washed off Katniss's body. Immersed in it, one could still feel the passion they had just shared.
After lying down for a while, Nathan began to feel restless. He slowly turned his head, looking at Katniss's wet long hair and her cheeks, which had returned to normal. Her bright eyes were slightly closed, and her sexy red lips kept exhaling warm breaths. This time, Nathan's gaze didn't focus on Katniss's most sensual parts but was fixed on her slightly parted red lips.
In the past, Nathan could only kiss Katniss's lips midway through lovemaking. Before intimacy, when Katniss's desire hadn't peaked, she wouldn't let Nathan kiss her. Even when her desire was high, Katniss would avoid Nathan's kisses. Nathan often had to surprise and force her to taste her lips. As Nathan looked at Katniss's red lips, a hint of eagerness appeared in his eyes. He wondered if he should take the initiative to kiss her directly now, but he was considering it, perhaps even encouraging himself. Katniss, still enjoying the bath with her eyes closed, Nathan pondered for a moment, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, as if recalling their recent wild moments in bed, especially Katniss's surrender.
"Sorry." "Please." Perhaps in the future, whenever Nathan remembered Katniss gasping these words under him, he would feel excited and proud.
Nathan slowly adjusted his head, then slowly rose from the bathtub. He turned his body so that his hands were on either side of Katniss's head on the edge of the bathtub, supporting his body. Nathan's body was now lying above Katniss's body, but they hadn't made physical contact yet.
Nathan's face was facing Katniss's face, in a condescending manner. Katniss, still calm with her eyes closed, sensed Nathan's movements even though her eyes were not open. Finally, she saw Nathan bending down towards her.
When Nathan faced her with a condescending posture, Katniss finally stopped closing her eyes and opened them, looking at Nathan's face and eyes with some confusion and nervousness. His actions were certainly abnormal. Thinking back to their recent frenzy and the most intense sexual pleasure ever experienced, Katniss's cheeks slowly turned red again. Her breathing, which had calmed down, became unstable once more. Her breath became slightly rapid, her face blushing, and her gaze at Nathan no longer as dominant as before. She seemed nervous and scared, as if Nathan's powerful sexual prowess still made her feel a bit overwhelmed.
Nathan naturally noticed the tension and fear in Katniss's eyes. Previously, she had always been a queen in front of him, very assertive. It was the first time Nathan had seen Katniss in this shy and fearful posture of a little girl. His desire in his eyes became even stronger. As Nathan's desire intensified, Katniss became more and more nervous. The dynamics between them shifted in this back-and-forth manner, with Nathan becoming more dominant and Katniss more submissive. When Nathan's dominance reached a level where he was sure to win, he finally let go.
Nathan slowly lowered his face. His bearded mouth was getting closer to Katniss's pink lips. As Nathan's lips approached, Katniss's breathing became more and more rapid, her eyes showing increasing nervousness and panic.
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