places a soft kiss on my lips. I can taste myself on his lips and as I suck his tongue into my mouth he groans in appreciation. I lay back down on the bed trying to catch my breath. Realising that I’m completely naked, I move to get under the covers but Brandon stops me.
“Let me look at you Lily. Don’t be shy, your body is perfect…fucking perfect.” He holds his arms out for me to cuddle into him. Being inexperienced I feel unsure of what should happen next. I want to please Brandon.
“What about you Brandon?” He’s stroking his fingers up and down my back as I speak.
“What about me sweetheart?”
“I want to give you pleasure. I don’t know what to do though.” He kisses my forehead, squeezing me tighter to his side.
“Sweetheart, you just gave me immense pleasure. I’m fucking ecstatic right now. Tonight is about you Lily. I don’t expect you to do anything for me. Are you too tired or would you like a bath in that great big tub?”
“A bath sounds amazing.”
“Okay then. You relax while I get it running.”
I crawl under the covers as Brandon disappears into the bathroom. I figure it will take quite some time to fill up the tub - it’s enormous. I must have drifted off because what seems like seconds later I’m woken up by Brandon stroking my face.
“Come on sweet girl, your bath awaits.” He lifts me from the bed, cradled in his arms and I throw my arms around his neck, his chest hair tickling my face. As we enter the bathroom I gasp, taking in the sight before me. Brandon has turned out the lights, filled the bath with sweet smelling bubbles, and there are candles surrounding the edge of the tub. It’s so sweet I have a lump in my throat.
Brandon gently sets me on my feet and holds my hand as I descend into the sunken tub. The water feels amazing as I settle down into the tub. I look up at Brandon, his eyes watching my every move. Holding my gaze, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down.
His hard length springs free as his jeans and boxer shorts drop to the floor. Wow. He is huge. I’m pretty sure that will never fit inside me. God he is beautiful. Masculine, muscled yet lean, and every glorious inch of his body is made for sex and sin. My stomach is doing somersaults at the sight of him standing naked before me.
He holds my gaze as he lowers himself into the water, the look in his eyes fierce with an emotion I can’t quite place. Before I can say anything, he lifts me and moves in behind me before settling me in between his legs. I lay my head back against his chest and just enjoy the feeling of his arms and legs wrapped around me. Placing small kisses on my shoulders, enjoying my little moans of pleasure, Brandon makes me feel cherished, and cared for. It’s a lovely feeling, and one I didn’t realise I’ve been missing in my life.
“Mmmmm…Lily. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Is that your mom’s favourite flower?” Continuing to kiss my shoulders and up my neck as he speaks.
“No. Actually she named me after her favourite poem by Ted Hughes ‘To Paint a Water Lily’. It’s inspired by Monet’s series of water lilies oil paintings. The poet is talking about the artist depicting the beauty of the lily above the surface of the water. But the poet delves deeper to think about what lies beneath the surface. The creatures and plant life that no one thinks about or depicts in a picture because it’s not pretty. I’ve always thought it was quite fitting for me.”
“What do you mean?” Why did I say all that? Filter Lily, filter.
“Just that people see what they want to see and generally don’t look at the bad stuff under the surface. Once you see the crazy, there’s no putting it back in the box like I told you earlier.” His grip around me tightens.
“There is nothing bad about you Lily. Inside or out.”
“You don’t know me Brandon.”
“I might not know everything about you Lily, but I know you. There is nothing you could tell me about
“Let me look at you Lily. Don’t be shy, your body is perfect…fucking perfect.” He holds his arms out for me to cuddle into him. Being inexperienced I feel unsure of what should happen next. I want to please Brandon.
“What about you Brandon?” He’s stroking his fingers up and down my back as I speak.
“What about me sweetheart?”
“I want to give you pleasure. I don’t know what to do though.” He kisses my forehead, squeezing me tighter to his side.
“Sweetheart, you just gave me immense pleasure. I’m fucking ecstatic right now. Tonight is about you Lily. I don’t expect you to do anything for me. Are you too tired or would you like a bath in that great big tub?”
“A bath sounds amazing.”
“Okay then. You relax while I get it running.”
I crawl under the covers as Brandon disappears into the bathroom. I figure it will take quite some time to fill up the tub - it’s enormous. I must have drifted off because what seems like seconds later I’m woken up by Brandon stroking my face.
“Come on sweet girl, your bath awaits.” He lifts me from the bed, cradled in his arms and I throw my arms around his neck, his chest hair tickling my face. As we enter the bathroom I gasp, taking in the sight before me. Brandon has turned out the lights, filled the bath with sweet smelling bubbles, and there are candles surrounding the edge of the tub. It’s so sweet I have a lump in my throat.
Brandon gently sets me on my feet and holds my hand as I descend into the sunken tub. The water feels amazing as I settle down into the tub. I look up at Brandon, his eyes watching my every move. Holding my gaze, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down.
His hard length springs free as his jeans and boxer shorts drop to the floor. Wow. He is huge. I’m pretty sure that will never fit inside me. God he is beautiful. Masculine, muscled yet lean, and every glorious inch of his body is made for sex and sin. My stomach is doing somersaults at the sight of him standing naked before me.
He holds my gaze as he lowers himself into the water, the look in his eyes fierce with an emotion I can’t quite place. Before I can say anything, he lifts me and moves in behind me before settling me in between his legs. I lay my head back against his chest and just enjoy the feeling of his arms and legs wrapped around me. Placing small kisses on my shoulders, enjoying my little moans of pleasure, Brandon makes me feel cherished, and cared for. It’s a lovely feeling, and one I didn’t realise I’ve been missing in my life.
“Mmmmm…Lily. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Is that your mom’s favourite flower?” Continuing to kiss my shoulders and up my neck as he speaks.
“No. Actually she named me after her favourite poem by Ted Hughes ‘To Paint a Water Lily’. It’s inspired by Monet’s series of water lilies oil paintings. The poet is talking about the artist depicting the beauty of the lily above the surface of the water. But the poet delves deeper to think about what lies beneath the surface. The creatures and plant life that no one thinks about or depicts in a picture because it’s not pretty. I’ve always thought it was quite fitting for me.”
“What do you mean?” Why did I say all that? Filter Lily, filter.
“Just that people see what they want to see and generally don’t look at the bad stuff under the surface. Once you see the crazy, there’s no putting it back in the box like I told you earlier.” His grip around me tightens.
“There is nothing bad about you Lily. Inside or out.”
“You don’t know me Brandon.”
“I might not know everything about you Lily, but I know you. There is nothing you could tell me about
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