dirty. Your choice.”
It’s one thing to be all hot and bothered for a guy and want him, but quite another for him to be seeing me naked for the first time and having to wash my cruddy butt.
Being naked now, in the cold light of day, is so not sexy and I don’t want him seeing me without the benefit of candlelight or the hazy lighting that I always had in my lascivious dreams.
“Jared, I can do it by myself. Please,” I plead when he sets me down on the toilet seat and goes to check the water before turning the faucets off.
The bathtub is huge enough to fit three and filled almost full when he stalks back and tries to grab the hem of the hospital gown I’m still wearing.
“Arms up, Cupcake.”
“What? No, really, I’ll be fine,” I squeak, snatching at the fabric when he manages to clear my thighs and I feel cool air hit my naked sex.
“Dirty it is, then,” he says, dropping the hem and going to pick me up.
No! I need a bath. I can still smell myself even after that mortifying sponge bath yesterday and the thought of staying this way makes my skin crawl.
I want to wash it all off me, every bad memory still lurking in the back of my mind, and no way can I go back to bed with their touch still on my skin.
“Agh, fine! Just, just don’t look, okay?” I beg softly, grabbing the hem to pull it up over myself.
When it’s gone and I’m naked in front of him, I feel so exposed and raw that it’s a miracle I don’t scream when he leans down and hoists me into his arms.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you,” he says when I shiver and close my eyes at the feel of his naked forearms on my skin.
It feels so good to have him touching me that I forget my embarrassment and feelings of uncertainty and I look up at him, gasping at the rage I see in his eyes.
“I-I know,” I whisper, groaning when he bends and lowers me into the hot water, my skin soaking up the heat as he submerges me almost to my neck.
My words seem to calm him, for whatever reason, and I lean back with a sigh, closing my eyes against the need to cry.
“Lift your head, Cupcake. I’ll wash your hair,” he says, sounding strangled and annoyed when I scoot forward and wrap my arms around my knees to give him better access.
I groan when he starts lathering and just stop myself from leaning into his touch when he massages my scalp and starts working his fingers through my hair gently.
It feels so good that I’m boneless by the time he rinses the shampoo and repeats with the conditioner before shoving his arms beneath me and hoisting me up onto the inbuilt seat.
My eyes pop open and I forcefully stop a moan when I look down to see him staring at my breasts with so much intensity that I feel my nipples bead and shoot arousal straight to my core.
It’s ridiculous to want him this much so soon after…
I cut that thought short and focus on him, unable to pull my eyes from his face as he starts lathering his hands and soaping my shoulders.
I almost jump out of the tub when he eventually reaches my breasts and spends a long time soaping them before moving down my stomach and to my legs.
I’m fully wet and aching as he runs his rough palms from thigh to ankle and starts rubbing my feet with a slow and steady pressure that I feel all the way to my clit and empty sheath.
I want him badly, and I can’t help the gasp of need that escapes when he finishes with my lower limbs and pulls me up to stand. Those magical hands go around me and I feel his breath on my belly as he cups my butt and washes me all over, slipping his hand into the crack and washing me so thoroughly, I blush.
Suddenly, I grab his wrist, squeezing tightly when one of his hands reaches around, going for my sex. I can’t let him wash me for fear that he’ll feel my arousal and I know it.
The thought of him knowing that I want him while he despises me is almost too much for me, and I hang on for dear life, meeting his stony eyes, silently pleading with him to stop.
“Please
It’s one thing to be all hot and bothered for a guy and want him, but quite another for him to be seeing me naked for the first time and having to wash my cruddy butt.
Being naked now, in the cold light of day, is so not sexy and I don’t want him seeing me without the benefit of candlelight or the hazy lighting that I always had in my lascivious dreams.
“Jared, I can do it by myself. Please,” I plead when he sets me down on the toilet seat and goes to check the water before turning the faucets off.
The bathtub is huge enough to fit three and filled almost full when he stalks back and tries to grab the hem of the hospital gown I’m still wearing.
“Arms up, Cupcake.”
“What? No, really, I’ll be fine,” I squeak, snatching at the fabric when he manages to clear my thighs and I feel cool air hit my naked sex.
“Dirty it is, then,” he says, dropping the hem and going to pick me up.
No! I need a bath. I can still smell myself even after that mortifying sponge bath yesterday and the thought of staying this way makes my skin crawl.
I want to wash it all off me, every bad memory still lurking in the back of my mind, and no way can I go back to bed with their touch still on my skin.
“Agh, fine! Just, just don’t look, okay?” I beg softly, grabbing the hem to pull it up over myself.
When it’s gone and I’m naked in front of him, I feel so exposed and raw that it’s a miracle I don’t scream when he leans down and hoists me into his arms.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you,” he says when I shiver and close my eyes at the feel of his naked forearms on my skin.
It feels so good to have him touching me that I forget my embarrassment and feelings of uncertainty and I look up at him, gasping at the rage I see in his eyes.
“I-I know,” I whisper, groaning when he bends and lowers me into the hot water, my skin soaking up the heat as he submerges me almost to my neck.
My words seem to calm him, for whatever reason, and I lean back with a sigh, closing my eyes against the need to cry.
“Lift your head, Cupcake. I’ll wash your hair,” he says, sounding strangled and annoyed when I scoot forward and wrap my arms around my knees to give him better access.
I groan when he starts lathering and just stop myself from leaning into his touch when he massages my scalp and starts working his fingers through my hair gently.
It feels so good that I’m boneless by the time he rinses the shampoo and repeats with the conditioner before shoving his arms beneath me and hoisting me up onto the inbuilt seat.
My eyes pop open and I forcefully stop a moan when I look down to see him staring at my breasts with so much intensity that I feel my nipples bead and shoot arousal straight to my core.
It’s ridiculous to want him this much so soon after…
I cut that thought short and focus on him, unable to pull my eyes from his face as he starts lathering his hands and soaping my shoulders.
I almost jump out of the tub when he eventually reaches my breasts and spends a long time soaping them before moving down my stomach and to my legs.
I’m fully wet and aching as he runs his rough palms from thigh to ankle and starts rubbing my feet with a slow and steady pressure that I feel all the way to my clit and empty sheath.
I want him badly, and I can’t help the gasp of need that escapes when he finishes with my lower limbs and pulls me up to stand. Those magical hands go around me and I feel his breath on my belly as he cups my butt and washes me all over, slipping his hand into the crack and washing me so thoroughly, I blush.
Suddenly, I grab his wrist, squeezing tightly when one of his hands reaches around, going for my sex. I can’t let him wash me for fear that he’ll feel my arousal and I know it.
The thought of him knowing that I want him while he despises me is almost too much for me, and I hang on for dear life, meeting his stony eyes, silently pleading with him to stop.
“Please
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