He growls.
His quirks and perversions are my own, because sexually, this man built me from the ground up, tailor made me to fit him. I had a freedom with him I never managed to accomplish with anyone else. I could never trust them entirely.
“You know what I like, don’t you, little girl?”
“I remember everything you ever taught me.”
“Oh, yeah?” He reaches down and cups a handful of my bare ass. “Show me.” His teeth nip at the sensitive flesh on my neck.
Instantly, my breasts grow heavy. My pussy slicks and I struggle to focus on him. I pull away. “Unh-ah, not your turn for control yet.” I dance away from his arms and point to the toilet. “Sit, and let me draw you a bath.” He sits and I bend over, giving him a nice view of my ass as I run the water, testing the temperature. The thing I love most about Echo was that no one trumped the other in the relationship. We catered to each other. His hands caress my cheeks and I can’t help but wind my hips.
“Keep wiggling that ass and I’m going to take you right now,” Echo says.
I stand and move over to him, slowly pushing his cut down his arms. Taking the worn leather, I carefully fold it and walk out to set it on his dresser. I step back and stop in the doorframe to admire the way his muscles flex in his back and his ass as he slips into the tub. After gathering his clothes I take them to the laundry bin. Echo has faults, but tidiness has never been one of them.
Perched on the tub, I turn off the water then grab the sandalwood soap and a black washcloth. I dip them both into the water and get a good lather going.
His eyes are glued to me as he leans against the back of the basin.
I start as his neck, enjoying the strong chords there. The boy has become a man, twice as big, and even firmer. My thighs are slick with my desire, and my body is humming.
He remains still, allowing me to care for him.
No words are needed between us. I can see all I need to know in his eyes.
He’s tired and angry. The roads can be rough. The stress combined with the distance and the drama that usually goes along with it wears on a man. Couple that with the shit going on with his family who were along for the trip and it’s a recipe for disaster.
I lean forward and bite his bottom lip, stopping just shy of drawing blood.
He purrs like a jungle cat. The sound vibrates in his massive chest.
I move the cloth lower, washing his pecs in slow circles. I work on eroding the tension from his muscles as I continue to bite at his flesh, marking him. He needs to feel like he belongs to me fully and I to him. It’s a desire I understand well. I trace his rock hard abs and linger on his even harder cock.
“You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I’m hoping you’ll burn me,” I say with a wink. I stroke up and down, increasing my speed and adding a twist of my wrist. “I want to be your good girl. I have to make sure and get you nice and clean. I don’t want to miss an inch.”
He rests his arms along the sides of the tub, skimming my thighs with his wet fingers.
The droplets of water roll across my skin and down my legs. I shiver. My senses are so heightened every extra stimulation is foreplay.
“You’re so beautiful when you please me.”
His words fill me with happiness and strengthen my resolve to make this work. We pair well. “You know I like to please you, Daddy.”
“And tonight you will. I’ve been too long without my sweet girl.”
I want to curl up beside the tub and let him stroke my hair. I didn’t understand my inclination when I was younger, but I do now. I like to feel safe and controlled while retaining my power. In our relationship, I set the rules and boundaries. Echo’s job is to follow that blueprint, and push me to stretch outside myself. It helped me grow and cope when I was younger. Now, it sets my body on fire and challenges my mind. It’s a body and soul connection that makes me feel complete. I’m not submissive in any other area, so handing over that control is a relief. For the moments of play, I’m relieved and euphoric. I’ve craved this. Other than light kink and bondage, it’s been a secret stored in my closet from the men I’ve had in my life.
I release his twitching member and work my way down his legs, taking special care with his muscles. Their legs get so tense on long rides.
He groans and leans his head back. The look of pure enjoyment and trust are a work of art on this hardened man’s face.
I complete the bath, and lean back on my knees awaiting instructions. This isn’t a lifestyle for us, but I know the rules. It’s a world we like to explore in the bedroom, and we’re both the type of people who’ll do it right, if we do it at all.
I stare at the floor, waiting. My heart beat increases. My skin prickles with anticipation.
“Give me those eyes, D’Rose. I want to know you’re feeling this the same way I am.”