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Returning to the bedroom, Lexie barely stirred as he removed the jewelry from her nipple rings and picked her up in his arms. Sticky cum rubbed onto his chest as she snuggled into him, but he’d never minded that. Sex was dirty and that’s how it should be. Made cleaning up more fun.
Her eyes fluttered open as he lowered them both into the tub.
“Ooo, I always wanted to try this,” she mumbled. At least, he was pretty sure that’s what she said. He’d always wanted to try it too. Specifically with her. It was almost hard to believe it was actually happening, but he was going to grab the moment while he could.
Settling down in the hot water, which was already starting to soothe his muscles, Patrick turned on the jets.
Tub. I’m in the tub. The Tub of Awesome. And Patrick’s cuddling with me. Now I know I’m dreaming. Feels really fucking nice though...
Of course, if this had really been an erotic dream, they would have had sex. It had been good. Amazing. Mind-blowing. But why hadn’t they had sex? Not that she was going to ask him right now. Nope, the big Dom was definitely still in uber Dom mode. Not that Dom mode was ever far away for Patrick, and she had a feeling it was going to be even more so now that she’d given him permission to be the Dom in her life. Because that’s basically what had happened tonight. She was okay with that, but she wasn’t going to start a fight by questioning him right now about why they hadn’t had sex. Maybe later.
Right now was too nice to ruin.
This tub was fucking amazing.
Especially nice was the washcloth Patrick had soaped up and was now running over her body. She’d been kind of shocked by how sexy she’d found it when he’d spurted his cum on her tits, but she was also happy he was cleaning it off now. The initial marking had been erotic, but once it started drying... well, the nice part was having it cleaned off.
“Mmmm.” She snuggled happily into him, happy the tub was so freaking huge. He was sitting with her basically on his lap, on her side, while he leaned against the back of the tub and she didn’t feel cramped at all. This tub was really the best tub she’d ever seen. She’d climbed into it, once, when she was over and just hadn’t been able to resist seeing how big it was. She’d felt like a child playing in the bathtub, but with her and Patrick in it, it was the perfect size.
The water jets were awesome too.
“How are you feeling?”
Was there a bit of hesitancy in his voice? Just a smidge of uncertainty? Or maybe she was just hearing things.
“I’m wonderful,” she said honestly, opening her eyes fully and smiling up at him. “My shoulders are a little bit sore, but not much, and the hot water is already helping with that. My pussy’s a little sore too, but in a good way.”
“I should hope so,” he said, practically purring, if a big man like him could be said to purr. Purring like a lion, maybe. It was hot. Lexie stroked his chest, still marveling that he was here, and she was here, and she could touch him as much as she wanted. If there had been any doubt in his demeanor, it was gone now and replaced with a satisfied alpha male.
Lowering his head, he kissed her, gently and she returned it with fervor. To her disappointment, he didn’t seem to be any more inclined to have sex in the bathtub than he had been in the bedroom. Which really was disappointing, because she’d definitely fantasized about doing naughty things in this tub. He fondled and stroked, and let her touch him everywhere but his cock.
Which was rigidly hard, pressing against her hip, and yet not doing either of them any good.
If he kept this up, he was going to turn her into a cock-hungry slut for him. Then again, maybe that was his plan. Not like she’d need much priming, but maybe he didn’t know that.
He washed her thoroughly, scrubbing with the cloth and his fingers, all over her breasts, pussy and anus, and then dried her just as thoroughly, but - other than the occasional kisses - he didn’t try to push things any farther. Part of her wanted to scream in frustration, and another part of her kept reminding herself that pushing him never got her anywhere except bad places. They had just made up over the fact that she’d been pushing him, so she needed to simmer down for now.
Back in his bedroom, he opened up his drawer and tossed her a t-shirt. “Here, you can wear this until bedtime.”
Lexie caught the shirt, her fingers automatically rubbing the soft material, as she hesitated. “Um... bedtime?”
The grin he flashed her made her a little weak in the knees. “Once we go to bed, I’ll expect you to be naked.”
“I can’t sleep over,” she said, glancing at the clock on his bedside table, her heart already sinking. She wanted to, she really, really did, but... “All of my stuff is at my place. I’d have to get up ridiculously early to get back to my place, get ready and then go to work.” Which fucking sucked, because... Patrick wanted her to sleep over!
She hadn’t just dreamed about the sexy stuff, she’d also fantasized about the relationship-couples stuff, like sleeping in the same bed and cuddling and waking up next to each other... here it was being handed to her and she had to go home! Dammit!
Patrick sighed, but he didn’t sound frustrated exactly, just resigned. “Alright. Tomorrow you’re sleeping over here though.”
He started opening drawers, pulling out clothes, as Lexie watched with dawning hope.
“You’re coming to my place?” She hadn’t expected that. Patrick disliked sleeping anywhere but his own place, now that he had it. When he was younger, he’d slept over at her house with Jake all the time, but since buying his own place, he’d rarely spent the night anywhere else unless he was traveling. Truthfully, it hadn’t even occurred to her to ask him.
“Just for tonight. Tomorrow you’re sleeping over here.” He didn’t say it like a command or demand, exactly, just as a fact. No wonder some of his exes had called him a totalitarian jerk, but she’d known what she was signing up for, she just hadn’t expected it quite yet.
“Aren’t you worried about moving too fast?” Not that she was, but she was worried he might be. This was a really fast turnaround after all.
Pausing as he picked up an empty bag sitting next to his dresser, he looked at her. “We’ve known each other for years, Lexie. I know you. You know me. I don’t want to do the dating game. I want you.”
