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So when my sweet goddess strips down to her stunning naked body out of her restricting clothes she now has nothing but comfort surrounding her. From the heated marble tiles under her bare feet, a sunk-in spa with massing jets and no shortage of hot water or bubbles.
The room smells like a garden of roses. It gets me hard just breathing her in. Just picturing what’s going on beneath the layer of foam she’s slipping into, one leg at a time, as she eases her way down into the water.
Fuck me.
The suite is complete with a towel warmer so she’ll never be cold, although that kind of fucks up my world because I love to see her nipples standing at attention and warm towels mean none of that shit is going to happen. A small price to pay, I remind myself.
There’s so much more to her than a good body, and you can’t say that about most of the women in my world.
She loves triple-ruffle pink roses so I make sure every three days there’s a fleet of roses being delivered to our home to ensure they’re decorating and filling every room. She steals a stem from the bouquet in the bathroom and pops the head of the flower off, sprinkling the petals in the water. Her toes turn off the handle and the stream of hot water slows to a halt.
Part of me is tempted to just keep watching from the doorway. I could easily jerk off without being caught. It would be so fucking epic and satisfying to pump my hand over my cock as she washes her incredible tits and longs legs. But the flowers pull me back to our wedding day. I remember the feel of her. How good she feels to be inside of. How hard she makes me come and how much I fucking love hearing her screaming my name as she comes around me.
It’s too damn much. I have to unbuckle my belt or I’ll die.
The memories come flooding through my mind and now I’m straining against my boxers. I let my dick spring free, just pulling down my zipper to stroke myself. Precum is already soaking the tip of my cock and I use it to pump quickly, a little too quickly as I feel the build up already—no pun intended—coming. I have to be disciplined or I’ll come too fast. Clementine dips back, her back fully arched as she wets her hair in the water.
Her breasts are fully exposed. Wet. Soapy. Fucking perfect.
I want to put my dick there, mashed between her perfect mounds.
Slowly, I kick the door open. She straightens up but hasn’t noticed me yet. I tuck myself back into my pants. It’s painfully hard . . . but I want her to touch me. I want her to take me in her hand.
I sit on the edge of the collosal tub.
She finally opens her eyes and looks at me.
“Oh,” she smiles. “Gabriel.”
“Like your new tub?” I grin back.
“It’s beautiful. Everything you put into this is just so . . . thoughtful. It’s too much though. You didn’t have to spend so much money.”
“I didn’t spend enough,” I say. “There isn’t a thing as too much when it comes to you. I want to give you everything—even shit I don’t have yet.”
She smiles bigger. “You’re so good to me. Such a good husband.”
I lean down and kiss her. “I want to be goodwithyou.”
She leans into our kiss and allows me to deepen it, opening her mouth. I taste her sweetness. I don’t give a shit about my clothes. I let myself crawl into the tub with her, only leaving my shoes behind. Clementine laughs as we fall into the bath together, still locked in our kiss.
“You’re all wet,” she says between breaths.
“Mm,” I hum and move my mouth to her rose-scented neck. My fingers go exploring. “So are you, baby.”
Clementine moves her hands to my chest quickly unbuttoning my shirt and tugging at my grey tie as she tries to strip me of my wet clothes.
I help her pull my shirt free and then flip her around until her hands are grabbing the edge of the tub, the side that has more of a bar than just smooth ceramic.
Ok, so maybe I had a little of this in mind too when I built it. But still, for her pleasure.
I pull on her hips and jut her ass out toward me, slapping my hand against her wet skin until she purrs. Her lips are swollen with desire and I press my mouth to her center, shoving my tongue as deep inside of her as I can get.
“Oh, Gabriel.” she moans and her voice echoes off the walls. I fucking love it. “Mm.”
I lap at her, spreading her cheeks to get deeper inside of that sweet pussy. There’s nothing better than the taste of her on my mouth. If I wouldn’t drown I’d have her just sit on my fucking face so I could drink her dry. There’s nothing hotter than her being bent over the ledge losing her mind as she rocks back against my mouth, begging for more than just my kissing of her clit and swipes of my tongue.
I slap her ass again. She moans so loud I almost lose my shit right there. I’m still locked inside my pants and my dick is a beggar who desperately wants to be freed from this prison. I can’t take it anymore. I pull myself to my feet, the water rushing over me as I stand.
