"You really want this in your bath?"
He stepped closer and picked the jar up. "The decorator said bath salts were good for sore muscles. What the fuck is freesia anyway?"
"It's a flower."
"Whatever. Do you like it?"
"What does it matter if I like it?"
He shrugged, half a grin on his mouth. "You're going to get in, too."
"I just had a shower."
"You need to wash my… back. The tub's too big for you to do it from outside."
I glanced around and saw a long wood-handled scrub brush with a loofah on the end, meant to wash a person's back.
Score!
I grabbed it. "I can use this." I smiled back at him.
He took it from me and broke it in half, handing the two pieces to me. "Not anymore."
"I can't believe you just did that," I said, frowning.
"I did," he said, his smile brilliant.
"You're enjoying this."
"Not as much as I'm going to enjoy it, soon enough. Put the bath salts in if you like them. Or not. I'll leave that up to you."
I frowned and examined the jar. I opened the lid, and took a whiff of the scent. It was nice. I put a scoop in and watched as the bath water became foamy, bubbles appearing on the surface.
The two of us stood there, watching, and then he stood closer, right behind me. The water level rose to about half full.
"Get in," he said, his voice soft. "I'll be right behind you."
I swallowed back my nerves, noting that my body was ready, my groin achy with desire even when my mind was busy fighting him.
I dropped my towel and quickly stepped in, not looking back when he pulled down his boxer briefs and stepped in behind me. I steadfastly refused to look at his body, which I knew would be beautiful. I remembered how beautiful—hard and lean, but buff, his skin fair and unblemished. Most of all, I didn’t want to look at his face, because I'd see amusement there. He liked having me at his disposal. Under his control.
The truth was that I liked it a bit too much for my own good.
I sank below the waterline so he couldn't see my breasts, and watched as he sank down as well. I couldn’t help but notice his erection, which was as big and thick as I remembered. Seeing his arousal sent a throb through my core and I imagined impaling myself on him and how good it would feel, especially since I was starting to feel a deep ache in my body. It had been too long since I’d felt a man inside me.
He turned off the water and then leaned back across from me, his legs spreading and slipping on either side of me at the other end of the huge tub. I heard him sigh in pleasure as he sank deeper, his head resting on the edge of the tub. He closed his eyes for a moment and we sat there in silence, the drip drip drip of the tap and the bubbles breaking around us the only sounds.
He cracked one eye open and looked at me. "Come over here," he said, his voice throaty. "Lie on top of me."
I hesitated. I could resist, or I could shut off my brain and just let my body take over. It was clear my body wanted him, even if I hated this arrangement I'd gotten myself into.
Then I realized something. I'd always wanted Hunter. I still wanted Hunter. Having sex with Hunter was not going to be unpleasant. In fact, I expected it
would be very pleasant indeed.
He seemed like he wanted to play with me. He wanted to tease me. He wasn't going to just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. He wanted to fuck. Even if this wasn't going to be as good and as memorable as the first time he fucked me, it wouldn't feel anything like work.
I took in a deep breath and crawled over to him, my body floating above his, my face just inches from his. I lay there, above him, my legs between his knees, my hands on the side of the tub beside his shoulders.