Gabriel circled the kitchen island and draped his arms over my shoulders. “It’d be different coming from you.”
“Why is that?”
He shrugged and said, “It just feels more balanced between you and me. We take care of each other.”
I kissed the tip of his nose before asking, “Are you hungry?” When he nodded, I said, “Let’s see what your enormous, muscle-bound ex-boyfriend bought us.”
The answer to that was pretty much the entire supermarket, because the fridge was packed solid. We decided to keep it simple with sandwiches and deli-made potato salad, which we ate at the kitchen island. Once we finished the meal and cleaned up, Gabriel said, “Let’s move our luggage out of the entryway.”
The apartment had three bedrooms, and the way Gabriel carried his sewing machine directly to one of them suggested it must have been his room at one point. Like the rest of the apartment, it had a neutral color palette of white, sand, and shades of gray. I wondered if he’d draped it in jewel-toned fabrics when he lived here, to make it feel like home.
He put the machine on a desk in the corner while I heaped our luggage beside the bed. Then he stretched his arms over his head and muttered, “I could really use a hot bath after all those hours in the car.”
I hung my leather jacket over the back of a chair and asked, “Can I join you?”
That earned me a flirtatious smile. “Definitely.”
I told him I’d fill the tub and grabbed my toiletry case on the way to the adjoining gray and white bathroom. A bubble bath seemed like a good idea, so after I got the water running I found my body wash and squirted some into the large tub. It didn’t do much, so I took off the lid and dumped in half the bottle, but it was still pretty lackluster. After I took off my clothes and wrapped a towel around my hips, I turned on the tub’s jets to see if that would stir up the bubbles a bit. Then I returned to the bedroom, since a tub that big would take a while to fill.
Gabriel was sitting on the bed, dressed in a silky pale blue robe with a delicate pattern of pink cherry blossoms. I sat beside him and ran my hand down his sleeve as I said, “This is beautiful. Did you make it?”
“I did, and thank you for the compliment.” He slid closer and brushed his lips to mine. We sort of got lost in each other for a while, before we finally decided we should check the tub.
Both of us started laughing when we went into the bathroom. The jets had stirred up the body wash so much that at least two feet of billowy white foam extended above the rim of the tub. I turned off the jets and the tap as I said, “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I decided on a bubble bath.”
“It looks so fun, though!”
Gabriel hung his robe on a hook, stepped into the tub, and disappeared into the foam. I called, “You okay in there?”
“Yup. Come find me.”
I grinned as I hung up my towel and waded into the froth. I had to tunnel through it with my hands, and I soon found Gabriel in a little den he’d hollowed out amid the bubbles. He kissed me when I reached him, then blew at the top of my head, which sent a dollop of foam floating upward.
I leaned against the back of the tub, and he put his head on my chest. “It’s like being in a cloud,” he murmured, as he played with the bubbles. They formed a golden, glowing shell around us as they reflected the soft bathroom light.
We soaked for a while, and then I found the soap and combined washing him with a light massage. When I ran my hand over the perfect curve of his ass, then swept back over it a second and third time, he looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Gabriel straddled me and rubbed his cock against mine, which made both of us rock hard. He kissed me before whispering, “Maybe we should move this to dry land.”
I flipped the lever to drain the bath, and we went from the tub to the shower to quickly rinse off the suds that clung to our skin. We’d barely gotten dried off when I tossed my towel aside, drew Gabriel into my arms, and kissed him. His entire body responded, melting into mine as he parted his lips for me.
When we both started to get hard again, he dropped to his knees on the white bath mat and looked up at me. I knew exactly what he wanted. He was submissive through and through, and he was asking me to take control. His arousal was written all over him, not just in his stiff cock, but in the flush of his skin and the longing in his gaze, which was locked with mine.