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I have a mouthful of G&T. I feel relaxed and content and excited and turned on, all rolled into one. His eyelids have slipped to half-mast, and his eyes have that lazy look to them that tells me he’s thinking something naughty.
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” I say softly.
His lips curve up, and he caresses me with his gaze. “I want to make love to you for as long as I can. All night, if possible.”
The thought thrills me, but, feeling naughty, I shake my head. “No. Tell me what you really want. We’re at intermediate now, remember?”
“Define intermediate.”
“More explicit language. More intimate details.”
He cocks his head. “Like… I’ve been thinking about fucking you senseless all day?”
I inhale. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. About being inside you.” His eyes glitter. “I want to make you come over and over again, until you can’t take it anymore. Until you’re so exhausted from being pleasured that you’re begging me to stop.”
I exhale in a rush, resting my cheek on my glass. “Mmmm…”
He finishes off his drink and leans over to put the glass on the tray. Then he lies back again and beckons me toward him.
I finish my drink too, put the glass on the tray, and move up the bath. He twirls a finger, and I turn so my back is to his chest, and he pulls me back into his arms. The hot water swirls around us, and clouds of bubbles float up into the air.
“That’s all true,” he murmurs, tightening his arms around me as he kisses my neck. “But I do want to make love to you. Slowly. Taking my time. I want to make the most of you. I feel so lucky to have you here, in my arms. I’m going to worship your body tonight, Sidnie. You don’t have to do anything. I want to make you feel like a queen. I want to love you until all you can think about is me. Until I fill your mind, your body, even your soul.”
I lean my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes as he brushes his hands down over my belly and thighs. “Mmm.”
“Can I wash your hair?”
I smile. “If you like.”
So he proceeds to wash it, soaking it first, then reaching for the shampoo and pouring a little into his hand. He rubs his hands together, then slides his fingers into my curls and gently massages it in.
He takes a long time to do this, sliding his fingers over my scalp slowly, making sure to massage from my hairline all the way over the top of my head and then down the back to the nape. By the time he’s done, I’m tingling all over, caught up in a haze of lazy arousal.
He picks up one of the empty glasses, fills it with fresh water from the tap, and rinses off the suds, keeping a hand on my forehead to stop the water going in my eyes. Time and again he does it, until the curls are completely clean.
“Conditioner?” he asks.
“Please.”
He smooths some creamy conditioner down the hair, then tells me to sit up. “I’m going to wash your back,” he says.
Sighing, I sit forward and wrap my arms around my knees. He gets a small amount of shower gel, then proceeds to rub his hands over my back. He does it very slowly, using his fingers to draw circles and other shapes. Then he brings them down my arms, pulling me back so he can reach my hands, then washing the sensitive skin beneath my arms all the way up to my shoulders.
I expect him to move to my breasts then, but he doesn’t. Instead he gets some more gel and asks me to lift my knee to my chest, and he washes my leg, leaning forward to massage my foot and slide his fingers between my toes, making me giggle. Smiling, he does the other leg, then washes my knees and up my thighs.
Next he combs through my hair as best as he can with his fingers as he uses the glass to rinse off the conditioner.
By this time, I’m so turned on I’m almost shivering with desire. My whole body feels as if it’s humming. My breasts, nipples, and between my legs are aching for his touch. And finally, it seems as if he’s ready to pay them some attention.
Chapter Eighteen
Sidnie
“So,” Mack murmurs, tipping a little more gel onto his hands and rubbing them together. “Intermediate, eh?”
“Well, normally I’d suggest waiting a few more dates,” I say, moving my hands through the bubbles, “but I think you’re a star pupil.”
