“The best. Yes I know...” I finished for him. He stalked over to me placing a chaste kiss on my lips before turning to the bathroom and turning the taps on.
“Bath time” he called out, walking back into the living area where I stood and patting my ass to encourage me to walk towards the bathroom.
He filled the bath for us adding some gorgeous smelling bubble bath and incense before stripping me slowly of all my clothes and kissing around my neck, back, legs wherever he could reach.
Once I was standing before him naked he sighed “so beautiful”.
Then he stripped his own clothes off before climbing into the tub and turning round to offer me his hand to follow him.
We sank into the decadent bubbles and he pulled me back to settle against him, my back to his front. I felt totally relaxed and adored. He ran his hands over my wet skin stroking me tenderly and washing the bubbles over me.
“This feels nice.”
“You feel nice.” He replied kissing along the top of my shoulder.
I stroked along his muscly thighs which held me tight to him. “I want to know more about you.”
“What do you want to know?” He asked gingerly obviously a little unnerved by my need for personal information.
“What was life like for you before all this, all the money.”
He sighed and shifted his weight a little to pull me further onto his lap. After a few seconds he said, “I grew up in a really tough area of L.A, my Mum walked out on us when I was about two so I was brought up by my Dad and my two older brothers.”
“That must have been terrible, to lose your Mum like that.” I looked up behind me into his face and stroked his stubbly chin with affection. “Did you ever find her again when you w
ere older?”
“No, she died of an overdose about three years after leaving us.” He shrugged. “My Dad was a tough guy, worked hard for us but he was quick tempered and…… just as quick with his fists.”
I guessed those fists had been used against him at some point in his childhood, but I didn’t push him on it, instead letting him carry on his story at his own pace.
“My brothers weren’t much better, bullies the pair of them.” He ran his fingers up the outside of my arms and sighed, “It wasn’t all bad, I had Max my best buddy, his house was somewhere I could escape and I had the boxing.”
“You box?” I added surprised.
“No not anymore, not unless you count the punch bag I have hanging in my gym at home. My match days are well and truly over. You had to look after yourself in our neighbourhood, more so in the house I grew up in. So I joined a local boxing club at fourteen and trained until my right hook became stronger than the one my Dad and two brothers had. I always liked keeping fit and after a lucky break I opened my first gym at around twenty. The rest as they say is history.”
“What was your lucky break?” I asked, but he wasn’t going to elaborate on that story tonight for me. He reached forward to let some of the water out and refill the tub with more hot as he said, “That’s a story for another day.”
Wanting to keep things in the right mood I said, “I liked feeling helpless tonight, I liked how you restrained me and used my hair.”
He gave a low chuckle, “That’s good to hear. I have some toys I think you might like that we can play with when we get home.”
We stayed in the tub together making small talk and feeling closer and closer to each other until our fingers were wrinkled like old prunes and I started to feel sleepy.
“Come on sleepy head,” he reached his arms around me to carry me up out of the water, “time for bed.”
He dried me as if I was the most delicate and precious thing he’d ever held, then he rubbed himself dry before taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom and under the heavy silky covers.
I yawned and stretched like a very contented kitty and turned to face the stunning, surprising man next to me.
“Thank you for the best date ever in the history of dates.”
He laughed and bent down to kiss me, “It’s not finished yet beautiful…. But you’re more than welcome.”
He kissed me gently, slowly tangling his tongue with mine before sliding his body over me. He held himself up with one arm as he laced his other hand into my hair, his thumb stroking the side of my face. Then he untangled his hand from my hair and brushed down my side to my thigh, pushing my leg open and up to wrap around his hip. His fingers carried on their delicious assault on my senses as he brushed them delicately over my pussy and spread them through my folds before stroking and circling my clit. It didn’t take long for me to lose patience and grab his cock, guiding it where I wanted it so desperately as I stroked him up and down.
He chuckled into my ear, “so eager,” and he pushed into me slowly making me gasp in pleasure. I loved feeling him inside me, filling me so full I couldn’t breathe.