“Do you really think we’ll fit?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
She bent her knees even more to inch forward, giving him ample room to crawl in behind her. He shucked his pants and settled around her, tucking her back between his legs so that her head rested on his chest.
He picked up the soap and began to wash her carefully, reverently. Minnie didn’t think she had ever felt more loved.
“You know, this soap drives me crazy,” he murmured into her ear.
“What do you mean?” she asked, closing her eyes as she relaxed into him.
“The scent of it. Sweet peas, right? Whenever I walk into a room where you have been, I can smell you. When we are out with other people and you walk by me, one inhale of that scent, and my entire body is on edge, wishing that I was wrapped around you, my nose buried in your hair.”
Her jaw fell open. “It’s just soap.”
“It’s not just soap. It’s you.”
He leaned down and nipped at her shoulder. Minnie groaned into him, feeling his hard length pressed against her back. Tommy finished washing most of her body before he rubbed the soap over her breasts, setting her as on edge as he was.
He put the soap to the side as he returned his hands towhere the soap had been, washing her off before he pinched one nipple and then the other. She slid backward, not finding the friction she needed, but he provided it for her as he slid his hands down and began rubbing her sensitive bud in circular motions, exactly how she liked it.
“Yes, Tommy,” she moaned, arching up into him. Keeping his thumb where it was, he slid two fingers inside of her, working her, finding that place inside that had her nearly coming apart.
“That’s it,” he murmured in her ear. “You’re doing so well. Keep going. Come for me.”
“I want you with me,” she said, and he nipped her earlobe.
“We’ll have time for that later,” he said. “This is for you.”
At the thought that this was not the last of it for her tonight, she came around him, as he kept stroking, rubbing, until she finally collapsed back against him.
After a few quiet minutes, as they sat still and he finished rinsing her clean, Tommy lifted her from the bath and wrapped her in a towel. He dried her gently, then reached for her lotion—the one that matched her soap’s scent—and smoothed it over her skin.
“I can do that,” she laughed, but for once, Tommy’s face was hard, serious.
“Let me take care of you,” he said, and she could only nod in agreement.
By the time he was finished, his face looked so pained that Minnie refused to let him wait any longer. She stood and lifted herself onto the bed, shifting backward so that she was lying before him.
“Come here,” she said softly, and he crawled up the bed toward her until he was on top of her.
“Take me,” she whispered. “Love me.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement as he slid into her still-wet body,quickly finding his rhythm.
As Minnie stared into his eyes, she knew that this was not just any coupling. He was making love to her, showing her how much she meant to him while he worshipped her body and enjoyed everything she had to offer.
All she had was his, and she would give it freely.
“Minnie,” he cried as he reached down and began to circle her again, causing the pressure to begin to build deep within her, just at the base of her spine.
“I’m here,” she said. “So close.”
As he stilled against her, she began to pulse around him, their pleasure mutual, their understanding deep.
No longer was there any question about how long this would last, about whether they were truly meant for each other, or whether she would tire of this.
For she would never tire of Tommy. Any life he could provide her, she would be there by his side.
