I lose focus when the man starts stripping. First the gym shorts, then his tank top. Watching him peel off those tight-as-fuck boxer briefs is my favorite part of the show. The stripteaseworks at pulling my mind from the real world and back into our bubble.
“Are you just going to watch? Or are you going to join?”
“I think watching seems to be just fine with me.” I lean back on the bed, my elbows holding me up.
“Don’t think so, Goddess. You’re going to join the fun.” He winks before he’s on me within a second.
First to go are my shorts, along with my underwear. His finger swipes through me.
“Seems like you’re ready to join the fun, too.”
He removes my shirt next, followed by my sports bra. Moving behind me, he starts raking his fingers through my hair, twisting it up into a bun and securing it on top of my head.
Moving off the bed, he tugs me up to follow him to the bathtub. Climbing in, I let myself sink under the warm bubbles, the jets soaking into my muscles. His body slides in behind me, pushing me forward while still letting me lay back on his chest.
My breasts poke out of the top of the water. His slippery hands slide up my ribs and squeeze them, tweaking my nipples.
“My favorite view,” he whispers in my ear.
I wiggle my ass in turn, feeling his cock twitch underneath me.
“This is just for you, Goddess, not me. I want you to relax, to let go of all the stress and feel better.” He begins kissing down my neck, moving my head to one side.
“What if I want to touch too?” I pout.
“Nope. Later.” Nips at my collarbone make me moan as his hands travel down my stomach.
His fingers swirl around my clit before slipping inside me. “Oh, God,” I moan.
This man knows how to work my body and get it to do whatever he wants. And my pussy is a greedy girl when it comes to him.
Between his fingers working my clit and slipping in and out of me, rubbing at my G-Spot, the other hand working my breasts and nipples, and his nips at the skin on my neck, it doesn’t take me long to be ready for him.
“That’s it, Goddess. Ride my hand. Chase what you need.”
His breath on my skin is the thing that pushes me over the edge as I fall apart in his arms.
“Watching you come apart is pure perfection. I love seeing it, but I love being the reason even more.”
Relaxing into him, going boneless, he starts to wash my body, truly taking care of me.
Just when my eyes start to drift closed, the jets turn off, and the water starts draining.
“Time to get you ready for the day.” He taps my arm.
“Do we have to? A nap would really be great.”
“Yes. We have to. Naps later.” He kisses me on the cheek, pulling me out of the tub and drying me off.
Begrudgingly, I shuffle over to the bed, allowing myself to collapse into the mattress on my back.
“What do you want to wear? It’ll be hot around town, but cooler on the water. Do you just want a hoodie?” Wyatt emerges from the closet holding options.
Barely lifting my head, I see what he’s chosen, and I know I can’t let this happen.
Hauling my body off the bed by rolling to the end, I face him.
“I love you. And this was genuinely the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. But, no.” Chuckling, I take the tank top and body-con skirt combo more suited for a night at the club from his hands.
