He did as he had promised and Mia luxuriated. The bath was big enough for both of them, and sliding into the warm water with all the fragrant bubbles was heavenly.
This—all of it—felt heavenly.
Her voice was soft and relaxed as she chatted, leaning back against the white porcelain, eyes half-closed, feeling his thighs on either side of hers. The bubbles concealed their bodies, but she knew his now, and her body tingled in eager anticipation at touching him again, being touched by him.
What was going to happen in this evolving scenario? She didn’t know and she didn’t care.
He got out first, dried fast and roughly and told her to stay where she was. Then he ran more hot water and began to soap her at the back of her neck, massaging her shoulders, curving his big hands over her breasts.
He had wrapped a towel around his waist and he looked like a beautiful Roman emperor with his dark hair slicked back, emphasising the strong, angular lines of his remarkable face.
He beckoned for her to stand and she did, feeling exposed as the water ran off her in rivulets.
She tilted her head back, her hair damp against her back, and closed her eyes. Her skin cooled and then his soapy hands were on her, slowly working their way from her breasts, along her stomach and then parting her thighs so that he could take his time, gently soaping between her legs.
‘I can’t keep standing!’ She gasped. ‘It’s too much.’ Her legs had turned to jelly and she subsided back into the water…but not for long…just until he lifted her out, dried her then lifted her again and carried her over to the bed.
She was still draped in the white towel. His had slipped lower down his lean hips. He stood back and looked at her, and she smiled at him and squirmed under his scrutiny.
‘Slowly this time,’ he murmured, unhooking his towel and dropping it to the floor to move closer to the bed. ‘This time, I’m going to explore every inch of your beautiful body.’
Max wasn’t quite sure how he was going to achieve that. There she was, with that towel loosely covering her body, and he was raring to go, as horny as though he hadn’t just had her. She was exquisite—so slender, so smooth—every bit of her in stunning proportion, from her small breasts to her narrow waist to the length of her legs.
He slowly removed her towel and a rush of blood fired up inside him with the immediacy of a conflagration. She was incredibly delicate, but so well-toned from the amount of physical exercise she got from just her daily activities.
He joined her on the bed, trailed his finger across her cheek and then along her collarbone and enjoyed the way she trembled, sighed and quivered. He found the tip of her brown nipple and teased it in ever-decreasing circles until it was stiff and throbbing. In response, she covered her face with her arm, but he could see her mouth half open with pleasure.
It took willpower he’d never known he had to resist the urge to go hot, hard and fast. Instead, he lowered to take one throbbing nipple in his mouth, and she moaned as his questing mouth suckled and teased.
His big body tensed and then relaxed when she stroked his shoulder lightly, curling up to caress his ear and the side of his jawline.
Her legs were open for him. He could feel her knees pressed against his thighs, inviting him, and he couldn’t resist. But still he took his time, inching down her stomach with his tongue to circle her belly button and jab delicately into the small indent, while the rhythm of her body told him just how much she was enjoying this.
He planned on her enjoying it even more. He was going to take her to paradise and back, and it felt very, very important that he do that…that he show her just how much he could pleasure her, how much they could enjoy one another. Nothing had ever seemed more vital.
She weakly tried to clamp her legs together as he nudged his way there, but he gently, firmly parted her thighs, a hand on the soft inner flesh of either one, and darted his tongue along the slippery groove of her womanhood, sheathed in soft, downy pubic hair.
He probed the delicate folds with his tongue to find the pulsing nub of her clitoris and he settled down between her legs, teasing that sensitive place while she squirmed against him, pushing towards his mouth and pulling away, coming so close to the edge and then backing off.
He wasn’t going to let her come against his mouth, but he couldn’t hold off much longer.
He raised himself, breathing hard, and for a few moments just rubbed his aroused hardness against her silky wetness, only breaking off to protect himself and relishing the few seconds it gave him to try and contain his wild response.
This time round, he came into her slowly, easing himself in and feeling her tightness around him with a groan of pure pleasure. When he kissed her, it was with great tenderness. He kissed her mouth, her eyes, the soft flesh of her cheek. He waited for her to be just ready for him to take her to that place and, when she was…when she urged him on, face flushed and her body burning up with wanting…then and only then did he thrust deep and hard, taking them both to a shuddering orgasm.
He’d never felt anything like it.
Utterly spent, he lay on her for a while.
‘I’m too heavy for you.’
You’re perfect for me… Mia thought.
He rolled off onto his side and then pulled her in against him.
‘Was that as amazing for you as it was for me?’ he asked softly, and she smiled.
‘Better. Better than amazing. After my marriage broke up, I guess I hid away from relationships. At first, I was just grieving the loss of my marriage, but then after a while… I suppose I just found that I wasn’t interested.’
