Page 39 of Benjamin and the Thief

Back in the living room and kitchen, he made sure that there wasn’t any wayward bottle of blood left that Catalina could stumble upon, but found none. Satisfied, he switched off the lights and entered his bedroom.

The curtains were drawn, and one bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room. Catalina wasn’t in his bed, but her clothes were on a bench. Benjamin undressed and placed his own clothes next to hers.

The door to the bathroom was ajar, revealing the light inside. The sound of splashing water drifted to him, but it didn’t come from the shower or the sink. Smiling to himself, he pushed the door open and entered. Catalina lay in his bathtub, the water reaching up to her nipples. There was no foam obstructing his view because he didn’t have any fancy bubble bath gels or soaps since he preferred to take showers. He made a mental note to order some since it was evident that Catalina enjoyed relaxing in the tub surrounded by hot water.

Her eyes were closed, and she hadn’t heard him enter yet. He ran his eyes over her, admiring her perfect body. As a result, his cock filled with blood, turning hard in a matter of mere seconds. His heart began to thunder at the hope that soon, she would be his for good. His to love, his to protect, his to cherish. Even though he hadn’t said it out loud yet, he knew it was true. He could feel the love for her anchor itself in his heart, moving in with a certainty he’d never felt about anyone else. It should scare him, but it didn’t. He was ready for this, for her, for true love.

But there were still a few hurdles before he could declare his love for her. He had no idea how to broach the subject of him being a vampire, albeit one who could walk in daylight. First, he had to build trust between them and show her that she could count on him.

“You’re just gonna stare?” she suddenly asked without opening her eyes.

He moved toward the tub. “You would too, if somebody absolutely gorgeous and perfect was in your tub.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her gaze drifted to his groin, where his cock stood erect. She bit her lower lip, and the sensual action made him want to drag her out of the tub and press her against the nearest flat surface to sink his cock into her. Yet, he restrained himself. Her pleasure came first.

“I see what you mean,” she murmured before she ripped her eyes from his cock and met his gaze. “I hope you don’t mind me taking a bath. It’s been quite a while. I don’t have a tub in my flat.”

He crouched down next to the bathtub and leaned over the rim to bring his face to hers.

“You can take as many baths as you want. I want you to feel comfortable here,” he assured her.

He kissed her tenderly before releasing her lips again.

“Don’t you want to join me?”

Benjamin chuckled and shook his head. “Trust me. The tub isn’t quite big enough for the two of us. I don’t want to rob you of your enjoyment.”

He dipped one hand into the water and slid it over her breasts.

“But I wouldn’t mind helping you wash…”

“That’s very sweet of you,” she whispered. “I’ll take all the help I can get.”

He took the bottle of shower gel and squeezed a dollop of it into his palm, then rubbed his hands together to create foam. Catalina sat up in the tub, and he began rubbing his soapy hands over her shoulders and down her back, then ran them back up to her neck, where he slowed his movement to a gentle caress. He felt Catalina relax into his touch and shifted so he could slide both hands down from her shoulders to her breasts.

There, he lingered, making circular movements around the firm flesh, massaging and squeezing her perfect orbs with long, firm strokes. Her breathing became more pronounced, and small sighs and moans rolled over her lips. Gently, he pressed her back against the tub just far enough so the water washed away the suds on her back, while her breasts remained above the water level.

His cock twitched at the erotic sight, and he continued to massage her breasts, loving the feel of her ample flesh in his palms.

“You have beautiful tits,” he said, using the coarse word on purpose.

“I love how you touch them,” she replied, showing no offense, and placed her hands over his, pressing them down more firmly.

He took her cue and squeezed them with more vigor, then rubbed his thumbs over her pert nipples. She gasped, but didn’t protest, so he pinched them a little harder. Her eyelashes fluttered, and with her teeth she pulled her lower lip into her mouth.

“Damn, baby, you’re sexy. You make me wanna fuck your tits.”

The words were out before he could stop himself. He hadn’t planned on this. In fact, he’d planned on showering her with pleasure, delaying his own. But evidently, his body had other plans.

Her lips parted, and she looked at him, not in shock or disgust, but with interest. “You want that?” she asked and put her hands to the outside of both breasts to squeeze them together to form a tight cleavage.

He moaned at the sight. “Fuck, yeah.”

Without rinsing the soap from her breasts, he lifted her out of the bathtub and laid her onto the thick bathmat. Impatiently, he swung himself over her, straddling her. Like before, Catalina pressed her breasts together, and he guided his rock-hard cock to just below them. With one long slide, he penetrated the narrow channel she’d created for him. The soap foam created the perfect lubrication as her ample flesh cradled him when he pushed forward.

“Fuck!”

He wouldn’t last long, nor would he be able to give her the pleasure she deserved, but the state he was in right now made it impossible for him to stop.