Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
She froze. He checked the water temperature, then turned to lift her down. When he unwrapped the blanket from around her, she finally clued on that he wasn’t going to leave and let her bathe alone.
“I, uh, are you going to have a bath too?”
He stared down at the tub. “Even if I could get myself in that thing, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to get back out.”
She glanced from the narrow bath to his wide shoulders. “Good point.”
“I’ve got a huge tub at my place. One day, I’ll take you there and we can bathe together. Come on, in you go.” He held her hand and helped her balance as she climbed into the steaming water.
She sank down, the bubbles covering her. It was the perfect temperature and her eyes drifted shut.
“Good?”
“Better than good.”
She startled when she felt him brush a washcloth over her arm. Damn, had she been falling asleep?
“I can do that.”
“Shh. I’m taking care of you. Just close your eyes and relax. If you fall asleep, it’s all right. I’m here. I’ll look after you.”
Yeah, of that she had no doubts. He washed one arm and she sighed happily. She’d never had someone wash her. Well, not since her mom was alive, she guessed.
Certainly, none of the guys she’d dated had done this for her.
“Just going to wash your legs,” he murmured. He raised one leg up onto the side of the bath and she could feel herself blushing. She hoped he just thought she was flushed because of the heat from the bath.
He moved the cloth over her lower leg, then her thigh, getting higher and higher until he reached her pussy. Then he drew back and proceeded to do the other leg. Again, he went higher and higher then pulled back.
She groaned in frustration.
“Poor baby. What’s wrong? What do you need?”
She couldn’t believe her body was stirring again. But then he drew the cloth over her nipples, and she moaned with pleasure.
“Do you need to come again?”
“I don’t think I can.” She stared up at him with a mix of chagrin and need.
“Have you ever come just from having your nipples played with?”
“N-no. I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Hmm.” He cleaned her breasts and chest, then had her lean forward so he could wash her back.
When she lay back once more, he put both of her legs back up on the edge of the bath so he could wash between her thighs. The cloth brushed against her sensitive clit, and she whimpered.
“Too much?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“Trust me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Put your legs back in the water,” he commanded.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about another orgasm. She was spent and the last one had left her hyper-sensitive.
“It’s all right. I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want. Understand?”
“Yes, Victor.”
“Cup your breast, hold it up.”
She cupped the breast closest to him, holding it above the water. He grabbed a cup from beside the sink, filled it, and then poured some cool water over her tight nub.
She gasped as the sensation. “Hey! Mean.”
“Shh.” He leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth. And dear Lord, the sensation of going from cold to hot . . . it was indescribable. Her pleasure rose again.
“Other nipple,” he told her huskily, picking up the cup of water again. This time, when he sucked on her nipple, he used the heel of his hand to press against her clit.
She moaned. She couldn’t do it. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. But as he sucked then tongued her nipple, his hand pressing down on her clit but not actually coming into contact with her clit, she felt herself dive over the edge into bliss.
It was a far less intense orgasm. And she actually felt a lot better after, knowing that she wasn’t always going to experience an orgasm like the previous one.
And she guessed he might have known that. Might have realized that she needed to have a less intense orgasm.
Damn, it was kind of scary how in-tune with her he was.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Just relax back. I’m going to get your pajamas. Where are they?”
“Oh, um, in the middle drawer of my dresser.”
She drifted in the bath, feeling sleepy and satisfied.
“Come on, baby. Out you go.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Tough.”
“You can be such a meanie.”
“That’s better than you calling me kind,” he said dryly as he pulled her out of the bath. She shivered but he quickly dried her off. “This towel is thin and tiny.”
She cringed. Yeah, it didn’t feel that great against her skin either—a bit like sandpaper.
“Let’s get you dressed.” He grabbed a pair of panties and then crouched in front of her. “Hands on my shoulders then lift your left foot.”
“I can get dressed on my own.”
“Assumed so since you don’t walk around naked. Hands on my shoulders. Lift your foot.”