Fool Me Once

“You know,” he says thoughtfully, “where we should really take Zane to is Universal Studios.” His eyes go wide. “Can you imagine what he would do if he came face-to-face with a life-size SpongeBob?”

“Oh my God! Yes!” I agree. “It would be the highlight of his life.”

After we finish eating, Keegan and I clean up the area and wash the couple of dishes we used. When we’re done, I mention I’m going to go change so we can watch a movie or something and Keegan says that sounds good.

“Do you want to change?” I ask him as we walk down the hall to my room. More and more of his clothes have accumulated over the last few weeks.

“Sure.”

When I open the door, I’m faced with yet another shock. The roses that were leading down the hallway continued into my bedroom, and inside are several more candles littering the area. On the dresser is a basket of stuff wrapped in a pretty pink bow.

“What’s all this?”

“It’s oils and lotions and bubble bath. I want to help you relax tonight.” He pulls me into him and kisses me softly. “I was thinking we could start with a bubble bath.”

“You’re going to take one with me?”

“That’s the idea. And then when we’re done, I’m going to give you a full body massage.”

“That sounds really nice.”

We get undressed and Keegan fills the tub with bubbles. The one nice thing about this place is that it has a separate bathtub and it’s huge. Zane loves to go swimming in it.

Keegan steps in first, then helps me get in. The water is borderline hot, but feels perfect. I relax between his legs with my back against his chest. Keegan doesn’t try anything sexual. We talk and laugh and he uses a loofa he purchased to wash my shoulders and arms. Even in the big tub, his legs are still bent slightly. I’ve never taken a bath with a man before. It’s intimate, and I love the connection between us.

“I thought when we got here, tonight wouldn’t be memorable because we weren’t going out,” I tell him, “but I was wrong. Being with you like this. Spending alone time together. Relaxing. It’s exactly what I needed.” I turn my face and kiss him. “Thank you.”

When the bath gets cold, we get out and dry off, and then Keegan hands me a brand-new fluffy robe. I put it on and sigh at how soft and comfortable it is.

“Go lie on the bed.”

A minute later, the light from my ceiling fan is turned off, leaving only the candles to create a warm glow around the room. Soft music comes from somewhere, and then the mattress dips slightly, telling me Keegan is on the bed with me.

“I’m going to take this off,” he tells me. I help him by moving my arms so he can slip it off my body, leaving me completely naked. I hear the squirt of a bottle and then he’s straddling my bottom half. His hands come down to my shoulders and he begins to massage my body with the oil. It smells like lavender and instantly has me relaxing into the bed. My eyes flutter closed as his fingers massage circles into my flesh, down my arms, and across my back.

When he gets to my butt, he scoots off me and massages circles into each cheek, keeping it completely professional. Too bad I have other ideas. When his hands hit my left thigh, I spread my legs, and his movements still. We’ve had sex a few times since we’ve come back from the hotel, but this is our first time alone. And there’s no way I’m wasting it.

“Keep going,” I murmur.

Keegan massages the back of my thigh then my calf. Slowly, I spread my legs little by little. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. When he gets to my other one, he starts at the top like he did the other. I spread my legs even farther, and I know he can see my pussy between my legs, but he pretends like he doesn’t. He works his way down my leg, and then massages my feet. It feels so good, I moan softly.

“Okay, turn over.”

“But you didn’t finish my backside,” I tell him, not moving.

“What part did I miss?” he asks.

I stifle my giggle. He knows what part. I can hear it in his raspy voice.

I wiggle my ass back and forth.

“I massaged that.”

“Not all of it.” I spread my legs more, and Keegan groans.

“Where did I miss?” His finger runs along the crack of my ass. “Here?” He pushes a finger into me, and I squirm in pleasure.

“Yes,” I say breathily.

“How about here?” He pushes a fingers into my center. It must be a different hand or finger because the one in my ass is still there. “Did I miss here?”