The hot water closed around her and she sank into it and into his embrace. His chest was warm and hard behind her. Bubbles obscured their legs from view but she felt the hair on his legs rub against hers.
She let out a long slow breath, her heart thudding lightly and a little faster than usual. “This is nice.”
“Mmm. Very nice.” He rubbed his jaw against her shoulder then nudged his way under her hair to kiss the side of her neck. His hands moved over her belly, her thighs, and then up to cover a one breast. She sucked in a sharp breath. “So nice.” His hand gently squeezed and molded her flesh and her nipple stiffened against his palm. “Just wanna relax here for a while and hold you.”
“Yes.” Arousal curled low inside her, but languor slid through her as well, the warm water, the soft light and Joe’s gentle caresses combining to ease the tension out of her muscles. She slid a little lower into the water, bubbles frothing around her breasts.
“So you’re a bubble bath kind of girl,” Joe murmured at her ear. “That surprises me too. I would’ve pegged you for a shower person.”
“I’m just full of surprises.”
“Yeah. You are.” His hands glided over wet skin, the water shifting and swirling around them. “I like that.”
“I was kidding. I’m pretty predictable and boring, actually.”
“Huh. I have to disagree with you there. Someone predictable and boring would not have given me the best hand job of my life in an airport.”
A small groan escaped her. “Don’t remind me.”
“Why not? It was amazing.”
She sighed. “So was what you did for me.”
“I want to do it again.” He kissed her shoulder. His hand on her stomach shifted lower and she parted her legs to let it slide between them. He held her pussy, cupping it gently, his other hand now toying with one of her nipples, tugging it and rolling it between thumb and finger. Delicious heat spiraled from her nipple to her pussy and a moan rose in her throat. Her hips lifted and the water in the tub sloshed gently around them. Then he went still. “Whoa.”
“What?”
“Your feet.”
She blinked and regarded her toes poking out of the bubbles at the end of the tub. “What’s wrong with my feet?”
“Nothing,” he breathed. “They’re sexy.”
“Thank you.” She wiggled her toes with the scarlet-painted nails.
“I…uh…kind of have a thing for feet.”
Heat zapped to her core. “A foot fetish? Seriously?”
“It’s not a fetish. Okay, maybe it is.” A pause. “Your red toenails are really hot.”
“Thank you.” What did he like to do with feet? Curiosity zoomed inside her. “Maybe we can explore that later.”
“Maybe we can.”
His fingers petted and explored her more between her legs, in that most sensitive and intimate place, tracing her folds and furrows, dipping inside her, then finding her clit. She jolted, again sending water rippling to the end of the tub and back. He settled his fingertips there and stroked in tiny, firm circles.
“Really?” she gasped, pleasure pouring through her. “Again?”
“Sure.” His mouth moved on her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, his stubble excitingly abrasive. Her skin was sensitized, every nerve ending prickling, her clit burning. Her womb tightened and her hands sought something to grip. She found his thighs, big and thick, and gripped him tightly. “I like making you come.”
“You say it like you do it all the time.” Her voice came out in breathy little pants.
He chuckled.
He was generous. A generous lover. There were many guys who wouldn’t have even done this once, let alone again, who would have demanded something first. In this case, she’d be only too happy to give him something first, because…whoa, that was a little weird, but she felt the same way he did—she liked making him come. Giving him that pleasure. There in the airport, it had been wicked and dirty and exciting for her, but it had also been so gratifying to do that
She let out a long slow breath, her heart thudding lightly and a little faster than usual. “This is nice.”
“Mmm. Very nice.” He rubbed his jaw against her shoulder then nudged his way under her hair to kiss the side of her neck. His hands moved over her belly, her thighs, and then up to cover a one breast. She sucked in a sharp breath. “So nice.” His hand gently squeezed and molded her flesh and her nipple stiffened against his palm. “Just wanna relax here for a while and hold you.”
“Yes.” Arousal curled low inside her, but languor slid through her as well, the warm water, the soft light and Joe’s gentle caresses combining to ease the tension out of her muscles. She slid a little lower into the water, bubbles frothing around her breasts.
“So you’re a bubble bath kind of girl,” Joe murmured at her ear. “That surprises me too. I would’ve pegged you for a shower person.”
“I’m just full of surprises.”
“Yeah. You are.” His hands glided over wet skin, the water shifting and swirling around them. “I like that.”
“I was kidding. I’m pretty predictable and boring, actually.”
“Huh. I have to disagree with you there. Someone predictable and boring would not have given me the best hand job of my life in an airport.”
A small groan escaped her. “Don’t remind me.”
“Why not? It was amazing.”
She sighed. “So was what you did for me.”
“I want to do it again.” He kissed her shoulder. His hand on her stomach shifted lower and she parted her legs to let it slide between them. He held her pussy, cupping it gently, his other hand now toying with one of her nipples, tugging it and rolling it between thumb and finger. Delicious heat spiraled from her nipple to her pussy and a moan rose in her throat. Her hips lifted and the water in the tub sloshed gently around them. Then he went still. “Whoa.”
“What?”
“Your feet.”
She blinked and regarded her toes poking out of the bubbles at the end of the tub. “What’s wrong with my feet?”
“Nothing,” he breathed. “They’re sexy.”
“Thank you.” She wiggled her toes with the scarlet-painted nails.
“I…uh…kind of have a thing for feet.”
Heat zapped to her core. “A foot fetish? Seriously?”
“It’s not a fetish. Okay, maybe it is.” A pause. “Your red toenails are really hot.”
“Thank you.” What did he like to do with feet? Curiosity zoomed inside her. “Maybe we can explore that later.”
“Maybe we can.”
His fingers petted and explored her more between her legs, in that most sensitive and intimate place, tracing her folds and furrows, dipping inside her, then finding her clit. She jolted, again sending water rippling to the end of the tub and back. He settled his fingertips there and stroked in tiny, firm circles.
“Really?” she gasped, pleasure pouring through her. “Again?”
“Sure.” His mouth moved on her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, his stubble excitingly abrasive. Her skin was sensitized, every nerve ending prickling, her clit burning. Her womb tightened and her hands sought something to grip. She found his thighs, big and thick, and gripped him tightly. “I like making you come.”
“You say it like you do it all the time.” Her voice came out in breathy little pants.
He chuckled.
He was generous. A generous lover. There were many guys who wouldn’t have even done this once, let alone again, who would have demanded something first. In this case, she’d be only too happy to give him something first, because…whoa, that was a little weird, but she felt the same way he did—she liked making him come. Giving him that pleasure. There in the airport, it had been wicked and dirty and exciting for her, but it had also been so gratifying to do that
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