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Authors: Nicole Hildreth
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breaths . In and out, in and out. Jack walked back into the room with my bottle of honey scented shampoo. He poured a bit in the hot water, bubbles forming almost immediately.
“Elsa, what’s going on with you? You alright?”
“Yeah.”
“Then trust me. This will be fun.” He pulled my hair from its nylon band and brushed it over my shoulders. He stood between my legs, his erection pressed against the side of my thigh. Kissing a trail up my neck, he stopped just below my ear. “Are you nervous?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I blurted. “I’m totally fucking nervous. I don’t want to do this. I take it all back. My real fantasy is for you to dress up like a fireman.”
He laughed. “Uh huh. Well, honey, I don’t have a fireman’s uniform, but I’ll see what I can do when we’re back in the city.” He pulled me off of the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist. He held me over the tub. “Feet down, missy.”
“I mean it, Jack. A bath is okay, but…”
“No toys, Elsa ,” he replied, laughing. “It’s fine. I was just trying to help with your nerves.”
I lowered my feet into the water. “Too hot.”
He lifted me up and out, fixing the temperature and swirling his hand in the tub. “Try it now.”
I dipped my foot back in. It was still hot, but it felt good. My feet were still killing me from my earlier walk on the beach. “Yeah, it’s nice. My feet hurt,” I responded, lowering myself into the foam.
He stepped in, sat facing me and took my foot in his hands. He kneaded at my sore tissue. “This better?”
I couldn’t remember a man ever rubbing my feet … ever taking care of me in that way. My relationships generally consisted of a lot of routine sex and not a lot of talking.
“That feels awesome.”
He smiled. “It’s because you wore those boots tonight.”
“I know,” I said, “but I love them. They make me feel hot.”
“ You could look hot in house slippers, Elsa.”
He ran his tongue along his lower lip, making me blush. He massaged his thumbs into the pads.
“Ahhh, that feels crazy good.”
I arched my back, closing my eyes. When I opened them, he was staring at me, a sweet smile on his lips.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing. You just look so pretty right now. I don’t know… the lights… something.”
I placed my hand on his calf and rubbed my thumb up and down its length, making the water swirl under my touch.
“You should grow your hair out, you know,” I told him, leaning in and running my fingers across the top of his ear.
He smiled. “Why?”
I leaned back against the lip of the tub. “You look so buttoned up. Too buttoned up, maybe. I just wish I could see you with a little carpenter action going. You know, the shaggy hair… the flannel shirt… a hammer,” I responded, grinning wickedly.
“A hammer?” He laughed aloud. “Honey, if that’s all it takes; you ’re gonna be wet when you see my actual studio. I’ve got many hammers.”
“I just mean that you ’re so hot, but you look too stiff. If you just let nature happen and rocked a beard and a shag, you could go full mountain man with this thing.”
“Uh huh. A beard and a shag? That’s all it would take to make you mine?”
I leaned into the middle of the tub. “Come here,” I whispered.
He let my foot go and leaned in, pressing his lips against mine.
“I’m already yours,” I breathed.
He pulled me close r, forcing me to straddle his lap. “Promise?” he asked, taking the kiss deeper.
I ran my fingers from his shoulders down to his back, tracing the muscles there. God, he was fucking fit. I felt ashamed of myself for eating all of those times when I could have been on an elliptical or something.
He gripped my back and dragged his mouth across my collarbone, making kissing noises and soft moans. His erection rubbed between my legs. He was killing me
“Elsa, what’s going on with you? You alright?”
“Yeah.”
“Then trust me. This will be fun.” He pulled my hair from its nylon band and brushed it over my shoulders. He stood between my legs, his erection pressed against the side of my thigh. Kissing a trail up my neck, he stopped just below my ear. “Are you nervous?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I blurted. “I’m totally fucking nervous. I don’t want to do this. I take it all back. My real fantasy is for you to dress up like a fireman.”
He laughed. “Uh huh. Well, honey, I don’t have a fireman’s uniform, but I’ll see what I can do when we’re back in the city.” He pulled me off of the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist. He held me over the tub. “Feet down, missy.”
“I mean it, Jack. A bath is okay, but…”
“No toys, Elsa ,” he replied, laughing. “It’s fine. I was just trying to help with your nerves.”
I lowered my feet into the water. “Too hot.”
He lifted me up and out, fixing the temperature and swirling his hand in the tub. “Try it now.”
I dipped my foot back in. It was still hot, but it felt good. My feet were still killing me from my earlier walk on the beach. “Yeah, it’s nice. My feet hurt,” I responded, lowering myself into the foam.
He stepped in, sat facing me and took my foot in his hands. He kneaded at my sore tissue. “This better?”
I couldn’t remember a man ever rubbing my feet … ever taking care of me in that way. My relationships generally consisted of a lot of routine sex and not a lot of talking.
“That feels awesome.”
He smiled. “It’s because you wore those boots tonight.”
“I know,” I said, “but I love them. They make me feel hot.”
“ You could look hot in house slippers, Elsa.”
He ran his tongue along his lower lip, making me blush. He massaged his thumbs into the pads.
“Ahhh, that feels crazy good.”
I arched my back, closing my eyes. When I opened them, he was staring at me, a sweet smile on his lips.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing. You just look so pretty right now. I don’t know… the lights… something.”
I placed my hand on his calf and rubbed my thumb up and down its length, making the water swirl under my touch.
“You should grow your hair out, you know,” I told him, leaning in and running my fingers across the top of his ear.
He smiled. “Why?”
I leaned back against the lip of the tub. “You look so buttoned up. Too buttoned up, maybe. I just wish I could see you with a little carpenter action going. You know, the shaggy hair… the flannel shirt… a hammer,” I responded, grinning wickedly.
“A hammer?” He laughed aloud. “Honey, if that’s all it takes; you ’re gonna be wet when you see my actual studio. I’ve got many hammers.”
“I just mean that you ’re so hot, but you look too stiff. If you just let nature happen and rocked a beard and a shag, you could go full mountain man with this thing.”
“Uh huh. A beard and a shag? That’s all it would take to make you mine?”
I leaned into the middle of the tub. “Come here,” I whispered.
He let my foot go and leaned in, pressing his lips against mine.
“I’m already yours,” I breathed.
He pulled me close r, forcing me to straddle his lap. “Promise?” he asked, taking the kiss deeper.
I ran my fingers from his shoulders down to his back, tracing the muscles there. God, he was fucking fit. I felt ashamed of myself for eating all of those times when I could have been on an elliptical or something.
He gripped my back and dragged his mouth across my collarbone, making kissing noises and soft moans. His erection rubbed between my legs. He was killing me
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