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She spun around to face her lover, then stepped out of the pool of ivy that had gathered at her feet. His hands slid into hers as she slowly moved backward, his eyes studying her body benevolently.
“No bra either,” he murmured. “You are such a naughty girl.”
She pulled him into the large, classy bathroom, which was significantly more plush than the room she had booked. The tub itself was porcelain white and massive, with massaging and pulsing jets placed in every established seating area. It could likely hold more than the two of them within it. A long window stood before it, the blackened night glistening with tiny torches of flickering light.
“Let’s get into the tub,” she said. “I want to give you a massage and help you relax before tomorrow’s race.”
Franco cocked an eyebrow, looking at her nude form up and down, then looked into the hot tub. She loved it when he looked at her. The surprise on his face, when he saw her free from bindings under the dress made her brim with empowerment. Her tiger couldn’t get enough.
“You have already helped me relax so much, Violet,” he whispered, trying to pull her back to him by her hands. “Your entire presence soothes me in every way.”
Violet could easily give in to him, watch him go down on his knees and eat her while she watched her own expression of ecstasy in the mirror. But she was adamant. She wanted to do something for him, to draw out the exquisite anticipation of their union.
She shook her head, some of her hair coming loose from the carefully tied bun she had constructed earlier that night.
“I want to soothe you more. Let me massage you, baby. I’m going to massage you all over.”
Franco smirked at her, a flash of his lion poking its head out for a moment. He then began to strip as they parted slightly, with Violet making sure to prop her ass into the air while she turned the tap on hot.
Violet waited a few painful moments, turning away from him and dipping her hands into the water to make sure it was warm and comfortable. She sprinkled in some lavender petals that had been left by the hotel, an enhancement she hoped would add to his relaxation.
She knew he was nervous about the race in regard to what had happened in the first qualifying round. He didn’t want to admit it, but she could see it. She sensed it. Once the tub had filled close to the brim, she shut off the water, the entirety of the bathroom a sweet-smelling sauna.
When she straightened, Franco held two wine glasses. She hadn’t even heard him leave.
But what was most astounding was his cock … his wonderful, tasty cock. It was still at attention, blue veins running up and down its thickness like vines on a tree trunk.
“Merlot okay?” he asked.
As much as Violet wanted to fall to her knees and wrap her lips around his throbbing manhood, there was a method to her madness. She took the glass of wine from him, her own pussy rhythmically pulsing at the sight of his arousal.
“That is perfect,” Violet said, biting her lip.
Franco helped her into the tub like the gentleman he was. She eased into the water, which was perfectly hot, but not blistering. The bottom of her breasts sank into the water, and she gasped. It was deeper than she thought, ending right at the line of her erect nipples and at the solar plexus of Franco. She shook off the shock, then took a few sips of her wine and placed it on the side of the tub, feeling Franco’s eyes on her like a fiend waiting for its meal.
“Come here,” she ordered.
Franco was curious. She could see it. He placed his own wine glass on the side of the tub and swayed in the water toward her.
“Turn around,” she said.
He did as he was told, and she eased herself against him. She tried to keep her groaning to a minimum as she eyed the vast span of his back, the chiseled shoulders, and the fragrant skin that called to her body.
Violet rose to her knees under the water so she could get a good grip on him. She pressed her breasts against his back, then ran the tip of her fingers over the dip of his chest, kissing his neck, cheeks, and jawline.
“Mmm,” he groaned.
The royal purple petals floated in the water as she traced her hands back to his shoulders, massaging the thick traps that she figured would be the most tense.
He inhaled a sharp breath as she applied her thumbs to the hard muscle, which was as thick as the root of a sturdy tree.
“Do you have any special requests for this evening, Mister Zellar?” Violet teased into his ear as she massaged. “I can present you with a menu of our services should that be required.”
Franco chuckled, his laughter vibrating through his broad back.
“Your services so far are impeccable,” he teased back. “I will be sure to leave a five-star review.”
Violet let out a whoosh of air as she watched his cock beneath the water, trying her best to focus on her thumbs pressing into the strained muscles of his back. She wondered how long it had been since he had received a real massage, then made a mental note to lay him out on the bed at some point in the future.
