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Once she was completely clean and fully warmed back up, I ran a bit more hot water to keep the bath nice and warm. I was about to relax into silence, but then Jenna spun in the tub.
“Your turn,” she said, taking the washcloth from me.
“My what now?”
“Your. Turn,” she said, lowering the washcloth into the water to get it wet before pressing it to the center of my chest.
The feeling of her rubbing and cleaning me was so erotic in a way I couldn’t have expected. It was a feeling that had me looking at her through a lens of pure trust. The kind of connection we were experiencing, with caring for each other, both in an emergent situation and in a more mundane but still intimate way, was giving me a renewed lens on romance.
I thought I’d left it all behind forever when Hannah left. I thought there was no point, because it only ends in heartbreak anyway. But in all our years together, we’d never done anything like this. She never would have played in the snow with me or insisted on washing me in the bathtub.
Which wasn’t to say there was anything wrong with the way Hannah and I related to each other. But it was different than this, and I found myself, even more than before, dreading the moment when this would come crashing down. Soon, Dean would be back, and any kind of romance between me and his sister would have to end.
Even if I wanted nothing more than to say, “Fuck it,” and just come clean. To tell him I cared about Jenna and while I valued his friendship, I wasn’t willing to walk away from this.
Jenna dropped the washcloth, having thoroughly cleansed me, and spun back around to lean against me, which only exacerbated the thoughts and feelings I was having. I wrapped my arms around her, wanting to remember this moment and what it felt like to hold her.
“Mm…” Jenna said, shifting slightly, and, suddenly, the intimacy took on a different tenor.
As she rubbed against me, my cock awakened to her presence and began to stiffen beneath the water, something Jenna clearly took notice of, since she gave a soft gasp and shifted again,
My hands, which had been on her waist and shoulder as I held her, began to move, one to her breast, with my thumb grazing her nipple and feeling it harden beneath my touch, and the other to her thigh, gently stroking up and down from her knee, but never quite giving her the satisfaction of slipping into her crease.
“Gabe…” She moaned, panting beneath my teasing touches. “Oh…”
I got my fingers even closer, the hand on her breast now pinching slightly at the little pink nub which had tightened.
“Say please,” I whispered in her ear, and I felt a shudder that had nothing to do with how cold she’d been before.
“Please,” she gasped, her hands gripping my legs on either side of her as I finally gave her the satisfaction of my touch.
My fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy, and I could feel her natural wetness even under the water. I used a bit of it to lubricate her clit as I began to gently rub and circle it with my pointer finger.
Jenna gasped again, arching into my touch, but I moved my hand from her nipple to hold her in place.
“No,” I said, gripping her against me. “Hold still. Let Daddy take care of you.”
I felt her heartbeat speed up in her ribcage, pounding in a high-paced rhythm as she nodded, accepting my terms for giving her what she wanted.
“Good girl.”
She moaned loudly, laying her head back against my chest as I continued to play with her and tease her, using that little bundle of nerves to pleasure her until she was shaking in my arms.
“Gabe…” she whined. “Gabe…”
“Come for me,” I said, continuing the same motion which had already been bringing her to the brink of climax.
She cried out, her back arching again, though this time I allowed her, and I had a very specific reason to do so. As she writhed and gasped and whimpered, I reached between us and stroked my cock, which was fully hard now.
As she slipped into the descent of her orgasm, she lowered her body back against mine, but I stopped her just long enough to position myself at her entrance, which was slick with her fluids.
“Jenna,” I said, suddenly very serious. “Is this okay? I promise to pull out, but if you’d rather wait until we get out, and we can use a condom—”
“I trust you,” she said over her shoulder, her hands on my legs once again for balance.
I didn’t need more encouragement than that as I slipped inside of her, feeling her completely for the first time, and by God, did she feel like heaven.
“Oh, Jenna…” I moaned in ecstasy before leaning back for leverage. “Hold onto the sides of the tub.”
