“The bathtub?” I ask.
He shrugs, and I resume my motion.
“You mean to tell me that you, Dane Paulson, chef extraordinaire, pretty much all-around male slut—”
“Hey!” he protests.
“You’ve never had sex in the bathtub?”
“No,” he says. “I’ve had sex plenty of—”
Wisely, he doesn’t finish the sentence.
“No, I’ve never had sex in the bathtub,” he says.
“I was expecting something involving anal beads. I’m glad to hear that’s not the case.”
He smirks and shakes his head.
“Well,” I say, “I wish I could help you, but all we’ve got is a shower.”
“Yeah,” he says. “Too bad.”
He doesn’t seem too broken up about it, though, as I lift myself almost to his tip and then slide all the way back down him, grinding my core against his base.
“What’s your fantasy?” he asks.
“Does it have to be something we could actually do right now, or like yours, where it currently isn’t possible?” I ask.
He thinks about it for a moment, then takes another to place his mouth over one of my nipples, as it seems, I’ve leaned forward a bit too much.
I quickly pull back and playfully pat the side of his face in a mock slap.
“I’m sorry,” he says, “what was the question?”
“Does my fantasy have to be something we could do here, now?”
“Not necessarily,” he says, “but yeah, that’d be preferable.”
I lean forward, but preempt his mouth’s return to my chest by kissing his neck.
“Hmm…” I breathe as I continue to kiss him.
“Oh, I know you’ve got something in mind,” he says.
“Yeah, but you kind of freaked me out with yours,” I chortle. “I mean, doing it in the bathtub? That’s kinky.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he says, and I’m feeling a little self-conscious about telling him my fantasies.
“Well, you’re not secretly a fireman, are you?” I ask.
He’s clearly unsure whether I’m serious or not. It’s pretty hilarious.
I bring him back to focus easily enough, though.
“No, I’m not a fireman,” he says, “but I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard to get a costume or—”
“It’s not the uniform so much as it is the fact of being a fireman. If you’re not, you’re not. That’s okay, though,” I tell him.