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It isn’t until he answers that I realize I’d asked why. “There doesn’t have to be a reason for everything,” he says. “Sometimes you do things just for the pleasure of it.”
“I think I’d like that,” I say softly.
His grin has such charm, a magnetic pull, that I feel a bolt of wanting course through me… again. This man has the power to light my body on fire by doing next to nothing.
“Let’s make sure you do,” he says, but not making a move until I nod.
His hand dips beneath the surface to ease me back, the move stirring the water, releasing the sweet aroma of lavender from the steaming bath. The fragrance is one meant to provoke relaxation, to help relieve worries, and yet it’s Nick’s large hands, his strong fingers as they begin to massage my scalp that are gently scrubbing away every last bit of tension, replacing it with a growing awareness of the power of a simple human touch.
“Lean back and let me do this. Allow me to take care of you,” he soothes.
This is far from a consequence, but I’m not going to mention that fact and risk having him stop.
I moan as he presses against my temples while raking his nails along my scalp. A waterfall of warm water washes over my head, followed by a rag softly dabbing at my closed eyelids.
“You’re beautiful.”
And just like that… all my anger toward Nick vanishes. The power this man has over me is dangerous.
I open my eyes and turn my head so I can look at him. “I’ve never had anyone do this to me… I mean… for me.”
His lips brush my hair, and he whispers in my ear, “You deserve to be taken care of.”
He continues to wash and rinse my hair, making my muscles melt right along with my heart.
I reach up behind me and stroke along and around Nick’s neck. “I think there is plenty of room for two, if you want to join me?”
“This is for you. His voice is as calm as I feel.
His hands make their way to my shoulders and begin to work the same magic he has performed on my head. His fingers continue to stroke, the movements unhurried, lingering, stretching over my collarbone down to the tops of my breasts in slow easy circles.
“Your body…” his voice rasps.
Over and over, he runs his heavy palms along my breasts, barely grazing my nipples with each pass. Tingling and fire grow within my core, my pussy thrumming for more. The need, the hunger, the passion builds as the warm water washes over my skin. A bolt of sensation shoots through me as Nick catches the sensitive tip and gently pinches, my gasp no longer contained.
As if the gasp is Nick’s green light—not that he’s ever needed permission before—he continues down along my stomach, my thighs inching apart without a single word being exchanged. His fingers slide their way to my exposed sex. Without hesitation, he cups his hand around my mound and slips his finger between my needy lips. Finding my clit, he rubs softly, coaxing my pleasure rather than demanding it.
Nick uses his other hand to palm my breast while he places searing kisses along my neck. I lift myself into his touch, spreading my legs wider for his access. I need more. I need to feel him deep within me. I need to be taken, conquered, and mastered. I want him just as much as I need him. I can’t keep playing this vicious game. The tease is unbearable.
“Please… Nick… please,” I whisper, barely able to get the plea out.
“Shh… I want to make you feel good.”
Nick increases his pressure on my clit and plucks my nipples, keeping a steady rhythm, driving my need to a boiling point.
I can’t take it any longer. I grab his hand and direct his finger to the entrance of my pussy. Grinding my hips hard against his hand, I thrust his finger into my depths. I pull his hand loose, only to drive his finger, plus a second one, back into my wanting sex. My hips shift and rise, meeting each push of his hand. Water splashes everywhere as I desperately try to quench the burning inside of me.
“I want to feel you come around my hand. I want to feel you contract against my fingers,” Nick commands.
He slides another finger inside me, filling me, ignoring my gasp at how much the additional finger forces my pussy to stretch. My hands grip the edge of the tub, my body arching as he takes total control.
The gentleness is gone as his strokes become harder. His pinches on my nipples, on both breasts grow in intensity, causing me to helplessly thrash beneath his touch. Every nerve ending pulsates; electricity coursing to my womb as I allow a cry to escape my mouth.
