touch, adding a nubby friction to the strokes.
Ewan stretched his arms up over his head. Then, without warning, he leaned back, submerging up to his shoulders in water so that was his chest now offered for Cait’s attentions. “More,” he purred. His eyes were tightly shut. The expression on his lips made him seem exquisitely pleased with himself- or with Cait.
Cait didn’t hesitate this time. She was feeling bold and a little bit reckless. Ewan had insulted her, but empowered her as well. The pretense of the washcloth gave her virtual free reign over her body- and, despite how he had made her feel, there was still so much that she wanted to explore. As long as he kept his eyes closed, as long as she kept him contented enough not to move, there was nothing to stop her explorations.
Cait licked her lips and gave her husband a frank appraisal.
Beginning at the top, she drank in the squared-off curve of his shoulder and hollows of his clavicle and the base of his neck. She started there, sweeping the cloth down the column of his throat. Ewan’s lips curled up on the edges, and a low, pleasured sound rumbled from his lips as she continued lover, down his chest to the flat ridges of his belly.A narrow ridge of wet black hair nearly bisected his chest. She followed it to the place where it disappeared into inky blackness, and then she paused, wondering how far she dared to go.
She couldn’t see beneath the water. It was glassy and still, although it reflected the dancing flames. They seemed to swirl and burn across the surface. Even though she was separated from their glow by the tub, Cait felt herself growing uncomfortably warm.
“Cait?” Ewan murmured sleepily, but without opening his eyes. The subtle reminded Cait that she had stopped moving.
She wetted the cloth again. Dragging her eyes from the water, she attended his arms, carefully scrubbing his bulging biceps, the crook of his elbows and the long, smooth expanse of forearms and wrists before turning to his legs.
His knees were sticking out of the tub, and she started there, taking an exaggerated amount of time to cover them with soap and water before daring to skim down his legs and thighs, once again stopping at the water’s edge. She lingered there, fidgeting with the washcloth and wondering what to do next when she Ewan’s touch made her jump and Cait ch her breath.
He chuckled at the reaction, but didn’t move away. His forefingers had lighted on the back of her hand, and he traced a lazy pattern over her veins as she continued to take an overlong time dabbing and wringing the cloth.
Cait didn’t know how such a tiny, insubstantial touch could do so much. At the first whisper against her skin, a furious ticking began between her legs. She squirmed uncomfortably. “All finished!” she finally announced and started to rise, but Ewan caught her. His fingers clamped tightly around her wrist, holding her down.
“You missed a spot,” he declared in a sultry drawl that went straight through her body to pool in her womb.
Cait bit her lip, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. Her pulse was racing when she looked his way. His eyes were slightly open: dark and gleaming with an emotion she couldn’t name, but which made the throbbing between her legs more urgent than before.
She submitted, helplessly, when he dragged her hand beneath the water. Still clasping the washcloth like a shield he raked it over the outside of his thighs, across his hips, and then…
“Oh!” Cait gasped, dropping the flannel in surprise when her palm knocked against something that was both hard and silken at once.
She tried to jerk away, but once again Ewan caught her wrist. She barely breathed when he pressed the rag back into her hand and guided her back, making her feel the long, swollen length of his cock.
Cait was horrified- and fascinated. Of course, she had felt it once before- inside her body- but this
Ewan stretched his arms up over his head. Then, without warning, he leaned back, submerging up to his shoulders in water so that was his chest now offered for Cait’s attentions. “More,” he purred. His eyes were tightly shut. The expression on his lips made him seem exquisitely pleased with himself- or with Cait.
Cait didn’t hesitate this time. She was feeling bold and a little bit reckless. Ewan had insulted her, but empowered her as well. The pretense of the washcloth gave her virtual free reign over her body- and, despite how he had made her feel, there was still so much that she wanted to explore. As long as he kept his eyes closed, as long as she kept him contented enough not to move, there was nothing to stop her explorations.
Cait licked her lips and gave her husband a frank appraisal.
Beginning at the top, she drank in the squared-off curve of his shoulder and hollows of his clavicle and the base of his neck. She started there, sweeping the cloth down the column of his throat. Ewan’s lips curled up on the edges, and a low, pleasured sound rumbled from his lips as she continued lover, down his chest to the flat ridges of his belly.A narrow ridge of wet black hair nearly bisected his chest. She followed it to the place where it disappeared into inky blackness, and then she paused, wondering how far she dared to go.
She couldn’t see beneath the water. It was glassy and still, although it reflected the dancing flames. They seemed to swirl and burn across the surface. Even though she was separated from their glow by the tub, Cait felt herself growing uncomfortably warm.
“Cait?” Ewan murmured sleepily, but without opening his eyes. The subtle reminded Cait that she had stopped moving.
She wetted the cloth again. Dragging her eyes from the water, she attended his arms, carefully scrubbing his bulging biceps, the crook of his elbows and the long, smooth expanse of forearms and wrists before turning to his legs.
His knees were sticking out of the tub, and she started there, taking an exaggerated amount of time to cover them with soap and water before daring to skim down his legs and thighs, once again stopping at the water’s edge. She lingered there, fidgeting with the washcloth and wondering what to do next when she Ewan’s touch made her jump and Cait ch her breath.
He chuckled at the reaction, but didn’t move away. His forefingers had lighted on the back of her hand, and he traced a lazy pattern over her veins as she continued to take an overlong time dabbing and wringing the cloth.
Cait didn’t know how such a tiny, insubstantial touch could do so much. At the first whisper against her skin, a furious ticking began between her legs. She squirmed uncomfortably. “All finished!” she finally announced and started to rise, but Ewan caught her. His fingers clamped tightly around her wrist, holding her down.
“You missed a spot,” he declared in a sultry drawl that went straight through her body to pool in her womb.
Cait bit her lip, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. Her pulse was racing when she looked his way. His eyes were slightly open: dark and gleaming with an emotion she couldn’t name, but which made the throbbing between her legs more urgent than before.
She submitted, helplessly, when he dragged her hand beneath the water. Still clasping the washcloth like a shield he raked it over the outside of his thighs, across his hips, and then…
“Oh!” Cait gasped, dropping the flannel in surprise when her palm knocked against something that was both hard and silken at once.
She tried to jerk away, but once again Ewan caught her wrist. She barely breathed when he pressed the rag back into her hand and guided her back, making her feel the long, swollen length of his cock.
Cait was horrified- and fascinated. Of course, she had felt it once before- inside her body- but this
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