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“I . . .” She pauses and draws in a few deep lungfuls of air.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” I reassure her.
She undoes the zip on the side of her elegant black dress lowering it enough to give me a view of the light blue lace clinging to her breasts.
“What if you’re not happy with me? I’m not one of those models that were strutting around downstairs. I’m not like Delia,” she admits her insecurities. She crosses her arms over her chest to hide what little skin she exposed.
“Who needs a runway model when you can have a full-figured woman riding your face?” I say. I mean it too.
She smiles at me and after a sigh of relief, Alyssa drops her dress to the ground. Her body is perfect from top to bottom. Half the bra of her lace underwear is see-through and the other section is padded. Her panties leave nothing to the imagination. A small dark spot, where her pussy drenched the material, is another benefit to our exploration on the elevator.
“Here I am then.” Alyssa struts toward me in a slow saunter.
“A more perfect sight has never been seen,” I say. “Nor will it be seen by anyone other than me. Ever.”
With her like this, I realize how hard this will be. I can’t bend her over this bed and fuck her. I need to be slow, delicate, take my time, and ease her into pleasure. My body is at constant war with itself. My mind is overpowered by the head between my legs.
Steady on, Cain, these are rocky waters we’re traversing.
“I’ve had a bath drawn for you,” my voice sounds foreign to my ear. “Will you let me bathe you?”
Alyssa chuckles. “Bathe me? Like some old-timey fairytale?”
“How else am I going to get intimate with every inch of your fucking excellence?”
Alyssa agrees. I fling myself towards her, gripping her hips firmly. I want to feel her, touch her, get myself wet inside her. She stands on her tippy toes and presses her lips against mine. Her tenderness is welcome, but it doesn’t satiate the beast rearing its head inside me.
I lead her to the clawfoot tub, never breaking out embrace. Our hands find their way across anything they can touch. I squeeze her ass while Alyssa fiddles with the buttons on my suit jacket. I touch her tits, while she strokes my twitching erection. No part of us will be left unsatiated this evening, of this, I’m sure.
I help Alyssa undress the last of her garments, discarding her bra at the foot of the bed. One tug is all it takes for her panties to pool at her ankles.
Her nerves return but she’s focused on covering her chest while my eyes are glued to the pink slit between her legs. My mouth waters for a taste of mydessert.
The bath is full to the brim, with a layer of bubbles coating the top of the water. I help Alyssa inside, and she sinks beneath the water. I discard my jacket on the bed and lift the legs of my pants over my knees.
“You’re not going to join me?” she asks with confusion evident on her face.
I shake my head, taking a seat on the bath’s rim behind her. “I want to make this special for you. What better way than being pampered first?”
Her head brushes against the tip of my swollen cock and I swear I could shot my load right here and now. I’ve never wanted to bed someone so badly.
Alyssa eases herself into the water while I collect the items I need. Massage oil and shampoo. It’s a sly way of getting what I want. A way to touch her body freely, without care or concern while she soothes herself in the warm water.
We spend an hour in the tub with my hands roaming free. I search every inch of her, from feet to neck. My fingers dip between her legs and touch her most sensitive area, and she squeals in delight. I cup her breasts, squeeze her nipples and kiss the back of her head. Every second spent in these waters I feel the man in me fade and the animal awaken.
When my massage is over, I dip her hair in the water and start to wash it. First with shampoo, then conditioner, and finally, one hundred strokes of a brush through it all. It’s a miracle I’m still standing after an hour of blood skipping my limbs and going straight to my throbbing manhood.
“Are you ready, Alyssa?” I kick my feet out of the water and grab a towel from a rack next to the bath.
She nods. Excitement for what’s about to happen has overridden any fear in her blue eyes. Alyssa takes me in her arms, her soaked body pressing against my suit. She runs her tongue along the inside of my lip and my excitement hits its peak.
Right, fuck the towel. I'd rather have her naked body against mine, any day. Alyssa is mine, I put my seal on her here and we have no need for false modesty. The thought stirs my mind and brings forward a throaty growl from so deep in my core I can't believe it's mine to begin with.
Alyssa’s hands wander across my body. She trails the indented grooves of my abs, sinking her fingers to my belt. My cock is doing whatever it can to bust out of its confines. It has a mind of its own, searching for its resting place inside Alyssa.
“Can I . . .” Alyssa whispers the words into my mouth. Her nerves get the better of her before finishing the sentence.
“You can do whatever you want,” I say.
