“Is that what I am to you? A stress relief?”
I stopped drawing and glanced up at her, catching her green eyes and wet lashes. “I’m still trying to figure you out. I wouldn’t go as far as saying a stress relief. You make me want to pull my hair out most days.”
“Jerk,” she laughed and hit the mountain of bubbles until they flew all over me, clinging to my chest. I held up my sketchpad to make sure the picture didn’t get ruined. Out of all the pictures I’ve drawn, this one was one of my favorites. Her beauty was something a drawing loved to try to catch, but nothing was better than the real thing. “I have noticed more red hair on the floor since meeting you.”
“Mmm, that’s a shame. I love your red hair.” I spoke the truth at the same time I started to draw her hair. A few wavy strands were framing her face, and some were straight.
The gurgle of the water leaving the tub told me she was ready to get out. “Can you hand me the towel behind you, please?”
Hmm, she always bypassed my compliments. She’d have to get used to them because I’d never stop appreciating her beauty. I reached behind me and grabbed the soft fluff. It smelled of laundry detergent. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it let me know it was clean.
“Turn around,” she motioned with her finger.
“Not a chance in hell, baby,” I uttered, holding up the towel for her.
“Godrick, turn around.”
“No. If you want the towel, stand up and get it.”
I loved getting under her skin. Her jaw worked back and forth, but I knew the moment she gave in. “Fine. I have nothing to be ashamed of.” Even though she said the words with stern strength behind them, I could tell she didn’t believe them. Her cheeks were red, and I didn’t think it was from the bath. She hesitated for a minute before placing her hands on the edge of the tub and pushed herself up into a standing position. Lucy twisted her long hair and made a makeshift bun on her head without a hair tie.
She chewed on her bottom lip while waiting for the towel. Lucy seemed unsure. I held up the towel, but it was in the way of my line of sight of her body. This time, it was my turn to stand, and when I did, my eyesight was well over the towel now, and I didn’t miss the opportunity to check out her body. It was, after all, mine.
“My god,” I said in a small, broken voice. I was stunned. She was perfection. In my office, I had only seen the pink perfection of her pussy. I knew her body would be beautiful, but I didn’t know it would be like this. I wanted to draw her naked, laying on the bed, her breasts naturally dropping toward her chin and her stomach taut until a few of her ribs showed.
It would be a picture that would win awards.
Her waist was small. I could fit both of my hands around it while her hips flared out and her thighs were thick, they had to be because her ass was plump and round. A skinny meatless woman wouldn’t be able to support an ass like that. And her tits, fuck, her tits were more than anything my dreams and my imagination could think of. They were more than a handful. The soft tissue would spill through my fingers, and then I’d suck the meaty flesh that wasn’t getting adorned with my mouth. Every inch of her deserved attention.
My dick was hard as stone while I looked at her. She reached for the towel, and I pulled it out of her reach. No way am I going to let her cover herself up.
“Godrick, please,” she begged, switching her weight from foot to foot. She crossed an arm over her chest, trying to hide herself, and I threw the towel on the floor, placed the sketchpad on the seat of the toilet, and took two steps forward. I lifted her into my arms, her body wet from the tub, sliding against mine. “What are you doing!” she shouted. “Put me down.”
Oh, I’d put her down. Right after I placed her on the bed and got a better look of that womanly figure. She had the perfect body to carry children. I caught myself on the wall, shaking my head as if something hit me. I supposed something did. The thought of kids never crossed my mind before, but the thought of her pregnant and swollen with my child, it made my cock leak come. I wanted that with her.
A future.
I buried a hand in her hair, pulled her head back, and buried my lips against hers. I needed to feel her again. It had been too long. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew I needed her. She wasn’t going to give in as quick as I was, that I knew. I didn’t care.
Having her some way was better than not having her at all.
Her warm hand, skin still hot from the bath, glided up my torso and over my pecs until she paused at my jaw, cupping it as we devoured each other. It wasn’t desperate, but slow, the kiss tender and gentle. Both of us were taking our time to feel one another, that was all this was, feeling.
She had no idea, but she was teaching me how to feel something other than lust. Right now, the only thing I felt was an overwhelming need to keep kissing her and have her body tucked against mine.
Lucy was safe with me, and that made me feel relieved. I placed her wet body on the bed and climbed over her, settled between her legs, and held her face with my hands as I kissed her deeply, pouring everything I never knew I could feel into it.
The front of my briefs got wet, and I didn’t know if that was from my cock leaking, her pussy dripping, or from the bathwater clinging to her body.
Chapter Thirteen
Lucy
What was I doin
g?
This was the last position I needed to be in right now.