I reached forward and unbuckled the belt on his trousers, then pulled the button and zipper down. I pushed his trousers and boxers over his thick, hard thighs, as he lifted his legs to help me ease them off.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, kissing his pecs as he chuckled at me.
“And you’re damn sweet. Now, enough stalling. It’s your turn. You have way too many clothes on.”
He pulled the hem of my dress over my head, leaving me standing before him in my pink, lacy
underwear.
“I’ve got less to take off,” I joked.
“Good,” he replied and unhooked my bra, gently stroking my skin as he pulled it down my arms and then threw it to the floor.
He knelt down in front of me and took a deep breath, his eyes burning into my stomach as he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties. Then he carefully pulled them down my thighs and tapped my calves to instruct me to lift my feet to let him free me of my last offending item of clothing.
“That’s better.” He smirked as he leant forward and placed a feathered kiss between my legs causing me to involuntarily moan before he stood back up. “Don’t take this the wrong way, angel, but this right now isn’t about sex. It’s about healing. I want to feel you close to me. After today and everything that’s gone down I need that. But I won’t force you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. You’ve been through enough. I’m not gonna be the asshole who jumps your bones after all that, okay?”
I nodded and felt my heart twist with want for him. Could this man get any sweeter? I doubted it. He was amazing and he had absolutely no idea. That was what made him seriously hot, and to think he saved all that sweetness for me? I was one lucky girl and I knew it.
He held my hand and helped lower me into the warm bubbles of the scented bath, then stepped in with me, his front to my back. We sat in silence, lost in each other and the soothing warmth of the water washing over us. His fingers caressed my skin and he kissed my shoulders as he ran his hands over mine. Fingers interlacing then freeing again, feeling the way our skin fit together, revelling in the way he seemed to fit so perfectly around me, and I moulded into him, like I was made to be there.
He sighed. “This is the nicest bath I’ve ever had. We should do this every day.”
“We should.” I smiled. “I like being close to you like this. It feels like-”
“Home,” he answered for me, and I turned my face to meet his and pecked him lightly on the lips.
It wasn’t enough though. I understood that this wasn’t about sex for him, and it wasn’t for me either. But I needed him closer. I needed that connection that only sex could give us. I wanted to make love to him, to feel something other than wrung out and anxious over the stresses of the day.
“I need you, Jax.”
I twisted in his lap, feeling the brush of his smooth, hard cock against my ass as I did. His hands came out of the water to cup my face and he pulled me towards him to kiss me. His lips slow and soft, gently coaxing mine until he sensed the change in me and flicked his tongue out. The taste of him was divine; it intoxicated me, making my toes curl and my insides flutter. I loved kissing him. I could happily spend the rest of my life kissing this man. He drove me insane, but in a good way.
His hands floated down across my shoulders and over my back. Then he moved to the front, stroking over my breasts and making me moan and push myself further into him.
“Your skin feels like silk,” he moaned into my neck. “I love how soft you feel against me. This… having you close to me like this, it’s the best feeling in the world.”
“I could be closer,” I whispered. “And that would feel even better.”
I lifted my ass up to grind over his lap, teasing his cock as I did and making him grit his teeth and moan through them. “Keep doing that and I’ll be inside you sooner than you think.” He slapped my wet ass, making the bath water splash, and I laughed.
“That’s the whole idea.”
I reached down to take his cock into my hand and stroke him firmly in that way that made his eyes roll into the back of his head and his breath hitch in his throat.
“That feels fucking awesome,” he groaned and started to thrust gently into my hand, as his own hand massaged my ass, gripping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart slightly, making me wet with need for him.
I raised my hips higher and rubbed his cock in between my legs, using him and teasing him, sliding his thick head into my pussy then pulling out, and swirling it around my clit.
“That’s it, baby,” he moaned. “Use my cock to get yourself off.”
He rocked his hips in time with mine and leant his head forward to steal another kiss, this time fucking my mouth, holding the back of my head with one hand to keep me there where he wanted me, as the other hand squeezed my ass.
The need in me grew to epic proportions, and I felt like I’d die if I didn’t have him inside me in the next minute. So I positioned him right where I needed him and pushed down hard, sinking onto his cock and crying out at how fucking amazing it felt to be stretched by him, to feel him against my walls deep inside me. There was no greater feeling than this. Well, apart from the impending orgasm that he was a master at giving me, but it was all one and the same.
I clenched hard around him, making him give a sexy, low groan, then I raised back up until he was almost out of me and slammed down hard again. The way his cock massaged me from inside felt incredible. All I could focus on was how he was making me feel. The pure desire and love for this man that ran through my veins, touched every inch of my soul and blanketed my whole body, it was overwhelming. I lifted up again and sank back down, holding onto his chest, but not breaking our kiss. This wasn’t a fuck; we were making love. Without a doubt, I don’t think I’d ever felt so in-tune, so connected and in love with another person as I was now.
I bounced up and down on his cock, rubbing my clit against him and rotating my hips to coax out that crazy, intense feeling that was burning up inside me. Slowly, I increased the pace until my legs started shaking and I moved my head to rest on his shoulder, grabbing him around the neck to steady my quivering body.