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She moans in what sounds like agreement. I find one of her nipples with my mouth and the other with my fingers, pinching hard and biting at the same time. She gasps and her back arches. Oh, how I like these reactions.
“Then I would get down on my knees and eat you as my dessert before we take a bath.” I continue kissing her down to her belly button and then I look up.
“That sounds like an intense itinerary. Are you sure you can keep up, given your vintage?” She bites her lip and I growl, jump up and grab her foot to drag her to the edge of the bed.
“Vintage has only ever improved the quality, Blue.” I haul her over my shoulder, her squeals pleasing me ridiculously.
* * *
Gina
Massi delivered on his promises and more. Oh, but this bathroom is meant for that. We fucked against the sleek vanity with the double sink lining the wall of the mirror. Our eyes locked in the reflection before us.
I’ve never felt so ravished and cherished at the same time. It was raw, it was real, and it was beyond intimate. We reached a level of ecstasy that left us spent and energized equally.
And something has shifted between us for me. The tender trust bolstered. Not yet fully restored because I don’t even know if we ever held each other’s complete trust, but for the first time in years I feel like I can tell him the truth.
I didn’t get the chance immediately, because Massi dragged me into a large glass cubicle that I hadn’t noticed before. The floor was wood and pebbles in neat square sectors, with a large shower head above us and a bonsai tree planted in the corner.
As soon as the water rained on us, Massi got to his knees and enjoyed his dessert. And he wasn’t the only one enjoying. I’m still trembling from my third orgasm.
“You have a plant in your shower?”
Holding his hand in mine, I kiss his knuckles. We are luxuriously relaxing in the frothy warmth of the corner bathtub. My back against his chest, we’ve been drifting in and out of conversation for I don’t know how long.
The mood is set with soft glowing floor lamps flickering like candles around us. The tub is across from the shower, and as with all the important rooms in this apartment it’s set against a glass wall. I’m taking a bath overlooking Central Park. I might never leave.
“Blame it on my sister. Paris designed this place.” He nuzzles my neck and I tilt my head, granting him better access. “But I’m hoping your favorite memories of this bathroom go beyond the freaking plant.” He nibbles on my earlobe.
I laugh. “Let me think. I might need more memories to override the impressive design.”
“Have mercy, woman,” he pleads, but his hand travels to my nipple, and my breath catches in a pleasant sigh.
“Paris is very talented, though. As are you.”
“Why, thank you. Are you talking about my tongue?” He accentuates his point and turns my head to reach my mouth. We both moan into a kiss that is deep and decadent.
“Your mouth, your tongue, your hands, the little mister down there—”
“Little?” He pinches my nipple and I scoot away, sloshing water to the floor.
“I was talking about your work, your craft, your kitchen. I didn’t know how it all connected to your father. I wish I knew. I wish I understood your motivation back then.”
We stay silent. Massi draws mindless circles on my forearm as his heart hammers against my back. Mentioning the past may have destroyed the tender thread of affection we’d woven. But I wanted him to know I needed that missing piece back then.
I need him to understand how sorry I am I didn’t stick around. For the better, but mostly for the worst. I want him to know that before I kill our current joy with the rest of our story. The part he doesn’t know about.
“You would have left anyway.” He doesn’t sound bitter, but he speaks with conviction. Would I have? I don’t know, and we’ll never find out. If only I had the courage, even now, to tell him how I felt back then. Explain some of my motivations. But I’m a coward, so I turn to my side and kiss him instead.
He hugs me tighter, and somehow this connection feels even deeper than lovemaking.
“Blue, it was the initial draw for sure. But oh, I enjoyed it so much. Creating dishes from scratch, experimenting, trying to become the best, the competition, the friendly or less friendly rivalry. I was good at it, but when my mother gave me that check… I didn't know it then, but I was so scared I’d fail that I found any reason to blame everyone else… mostly you, which I've regretted ever since.
“By the time you mailed me the divorce papers, I recognized the mistake I made and I was determined to fix it, but you sent a proxy to the proceedings and… I destroyed us. And when you married Frederick so fast, I understood I’d missed my chance. Or perhaps I’d never had one.”
I shiver, goosebumps covering my skin. I have to tell him what happened.
“Let’s go to bed, Blue, because you’re about to turn blue.” He kisses my temple and pushes himself up to sit. Water drips everywhere as he gets out and wraps a fluffy white towel around his waist. Then he offers me his hand and helps me stand up.
