Sylvie and Bandit came running toward me, and I crouched down. “Hi, my lovelies,” I cooed, petting them both and relishing the immediate purrs I got. My cats had gotten used to having me around this past week and were as eager to have me home.
“Gabe?” I called out, standing. I toed off my shoes and slipped off my coat, hanging it by the door.
“In here!” he called out.
Confused, I walked over, the cats following me.
The bathroom door was half open, allowing me to peek inside before I opened it fully. The blinds were drawn and the lights were off, but the room was illuminated by candles lining the edge of the tub. There was a tray resting across the tub with a plate of charcuterie, a glass of wine, and a new book.
The aroma of eucalyptus from the bubble bath immediately calmed me.
Gabe had transformed my bathroom into a relaxing oasis.
“How did you…” I trailed off, closing the distance and wrapping my arms around him.
He pulled me flush against him, his palm on my lower back. “I wanted to do something for you. Something to help you relax now that you’re back at work and on your feet all day.”
My eyes got watery over the gesture, over how thoughtful he was, over how he knew—even before I did—how much I needed this. “Gabe, this is so sweet. Thank you.”
He cupped the side of my face, resting his forehead against mine. “My pleasure,” he murmured, running his thumb over my cheek. “Enjoy, and try to relax.”
By his words, it sounded like he was going to leave. Like he’d done thisjustfor me…but he could use the relaxation, too.
“I want you to enjoy this with me. Don’t you think you need some help relaxing?”
He hummed, his nostrils flaring as heat blazed in his eyes. “I have been pretty tense lately.” He licked his lips, a smirk forming. He kept his arm wrapped around my waist and reached with his other hand to start to close the door. The cats scurried out before he shut it.
“I have two ideas to help you relax.” I eagerly started to unbutton his dress shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders. I then moved my attention to undoing his belt.
“The bath, and…” Gabe trailed off, his hands starting to make quick work of ridding me of my sweater and jeans.
I decided to show him instead of telling. I dropped to my knees, pulling down his slacks and boxers so his length could spring free. I wrapped a hand around it and stroked.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He leaned against the bathroom counter, gripping the edge of it. His cock twitched, and I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around him. Make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.
I ran my tongue along the side of his length eagerly before guiding him into my mouth with a hum.
“Lily. Holy shit…” His head tipped back, mouth ajar. His grip on the counter tightened, making the veins in his forearms even more prominent.
I worked my tongue along him, exploring and tasting as I bobbed my head up and down.
“Just like that, baby,” he rasped. “You look so fucking beautiful taking my cock.”
When his cock twitched, I took him deeper, using my hand to pleasure the base of him.
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, another groan escaping him. “That’s my girl.”
He brought one of his hands to the back of my head, wrapping my braid around his fist and pulling my mouth away.
“But—” I protested. I wasn’t done—not even close.
“I want to feel you,” he growled, his voice urgent, restraint snapping. His grip on my hair loosened. He guided me to standing, turning me around so I was flush against the edge of the counter and he was standing behind me, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about this week.” Our eyes locked in the mirror. “Can I have you? Can I fuck your pretty pussy?”
My knees buckled, goosebumps forming on my skin from his breath, from the hungry look in his eyes, and from the way his cock pressed against me.
I let out an airy laugh as my stomach clenched with want. With so much desire I could barely stand.
Was that even a question?
