Bathtime
Icaro froze as Zorah’s words floated around him and she giggled at the sight of his reaction.
“Come again.”
She kicked her leg in the tub, “it’s a big tub. Room for two. Dinner’s going to be an hour.”
“You want me to get into the tub with you?”
She watched as his fingers twitched against his thighs as if nervous. Scooping a bit of bubbles, she blew them into the air, “unless you don’t want to. We spent so much time together today, I feel like we should spend some more but if you’re not interested.” He still wasn’t moving, “Icaro, I’m inviting you to get into the tub with me. I want to torture you with your abstinence. Come wash me.”
Her head fell back with laughter against the edge of the tub as his clothes started flying in all directions. One of his socks landed in the sink, his trousers were kicked backwards towards the door and his shirt, along with his watch landed on the vanity. She let her body rove over the body she’d not been able to see in its entirety for days and now she drank him in.
He rubbed his abdomen cockily, “you like?”
“Very much,” she grinned back at him as he climbed into the tub, appreciating the way his body was hardening simply from the thought of getting into the bath with her. Moving to stand behind her, he nudged her forward.
She tossed a puffy loofah from the side of the tub up at him and he caught it with one hand as he lowered into the bath. His warm body behind her as he wrapped his legs around her hips. She leaned back against him, closing her eyes as her head rested against his shoulder.
“You feel so good in my arms,” he whispered in her ear.
“I feel good in your arms,” the admission made her feel nervous. She’d been fighting him so long, to share the secret of how she’d been missing him, how she longed for him to hold her despite her fears and worries, felt overwhelming. “I like when you hold me, Icaro.”
She felt his chest heave at her words and his arms squeezed her tight. His lips pressed against the soft spot behind her ear.
“Then you should say right here and let me hold you as long you like,” he whispered back. Dipping the spongy material into the water he held it over her shoulder and squeezed it, letting the water drip down over her flesh. “Can you reach the soap and add some?” he wiggled the puff.
She took the little body of body wash he’d set out for her earlier and squeezed it out. Keeping her eyes closed she sighed deeply as he began to swirl the suds over her shoulders, then slowly he lowered his hand between the curve of her breasts.
The rough material against her skin made her shiver and she made a soft mewling noise when the material danced over her nipples. While one hand coated her in the sweet-smelling soap, the other hand cupped the water and rinsed it off, his palm touching her in slow sensual movements.
“More,” she whispered as his hands slid towards her stomach. Her belly quivered as his fingers tickled her.
“Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice deep and throaty rumbling in his chest behind her.
“You are touching me,” she was confused until his hand plunged lower in the water and she gasped as he hooked his ankle around hers and pulled her legs apart. “Oh,” realization dawned on her and then noting he was still waiting her to give him permission, she nodded her head. “Touch me, Icaro.”
The spongy loofah floated in the water as he gave it up and let his hands slip over her body under the water. Massaging and squeezing, kneading, and stroking, his strong fingers were teasing out the best feelings in her. Against her backside, she felt his response to his touching her and she wriggled against him, wanting to feel all of him.
His palm covered her sex, and she moaned lowly, lifting her hand to rest on his forearm in the water, gripping him in encouragement. While he began to slip his finger along her slit, she whined his name. Turning her head to look at him, she noted his eyes were hooded, his lids heavy with desire. The black of his pupils dilating to nearly cover the blue, she reached her hand to pull his head down to hers, pressing their lips together.
The water was barely moving as his fingers moved so gently under the surface, but it was causing a raging tsunami of feeling to rise in her belly. Her tongue teased along his lips, and he groaned as she passionately initiated a kiss with him. Their breaths mingling as their emotions ramped up, Zorah was writhing against his hand now. She was so close and there was a brief moment where her breath hitched, just as the pleasure reached a blistering peak before she shuddered hard in his arms.
Kissing her through her orgasm, she felt Icaro’s hips moving behind her and she knew he needed to be frustrated as she floated down from her high. Turning in his hold, she gripped him in her hand and stroked him boldly and his guttural moan at her bold touch echoed in the quiet of the bathroom.
“Zorah, this is taking torture to a new high,” hoarsely he gritted the words from his throat. “Amoré, I don’t think you know what you are doing.”
“I want to touch you too, the way you touch me,” she pressed kisses to his neck and chest. “I want you to feel good too.”
“Giving you pleasure is enough pleasure for me.”
“Liar” she stroked him boldly, feeling powerful as his hips involuntarily jutted upwards into her hand.
“Zorah,” he gingerly took her hand from his body. “I am not supposed to orgasm until our thirty-first day. When I finally do come, I want to be buried inside you, not in your hand, while we’re in the tub.” Regret coated his words, “this is how I will prove my devotion to you. I have made too many mistakes in my past, and you deserve to have a man who is ready to make sacrifices for you.”
“Why then,” she pouted, “does it feel like I’m also being punished. Icaro, I want to feel you. I want to feel you inside me. I don’t want to wait.”
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
