the delicate, evocative, intricate strains of Milos’ exquisite skill.
Nathan stretches out his arm again and flicks a switch. Suddenly the water explodes into fizzy frothing all around us as the jacuzzi jets start up. His arm tightens as I shift, startled by the swirling waves, then loosens again as I relax.
I’ve been in jacuzzi spas before, public ones in the gym or swimming pools, but never one that felt as fabulous as this one. The sensation is wonderful, a warm, soft, all-over massage. I let my legs drift upwards, floating, trusting Nathan to hold me, keep me afloat. I sip my juice then put the glass next to his, closing my eyes as I lay my head back on his shoulder. With his free hand he gently caresses my breast as we savour the sensuality of the music and the foaming, churning, gurgling spray tingling and swirling all around us. After a few minutes Nathan moves, shifting both of us more upright. His knees are between mine and he uses them to gently ease my legs apart, exposing my sensitive flesh to the jets shooting up from the bottom of the bath.
“Just wriggle around. Position yourself so it catches you just right, just where you like it most,” he whispers in my ear. I do, and it feels fabulous, the warm disembodied pressure directly against my clitoris. I groan in ecstasy as he tightens his hold to keep me in position, holding me in place as the waves of delight flood over.
“Can you come like this or do you need more? Do you want me to help?” His whisper is low, husky. I can feel his erection hard and big under my bum and I wonder what ‘help’ he has in mind? Anything would be wonderful. I wriggle against him in answer and he chuckles softly, tipping me forward onto my knees. I reach for the opposite end of the bath with my hands, while Nathan spreads my knees as wide as the bath will allow. Which is pretty damn far.
He enters me quickly, slipping into me from behind whilst still making sure my clit continues to receive the full benefit of the jets shooting at me from below. He moves slowly, sliding in and out so tenderly I feel I could cry. This is gentle fucking with bells on! It’s soothing, so, so comfortable, and so, so very slow. The tension and tug towards orgasm build little by little, softly, creeping up on me until I start to clench, shifting my body to increase the pressure, silently seeking more. But Nathan is ruthlessly unhurried and I have to wait, eventually tumbling sweetly, softly, into my climax. The familiar sparkle and internal fireworks shoot through me as I come, clenching around him, screwing my hips around as I instinctively bear down on him, begging him without words to increase the pressure on my sensitive inner walls. Responding at last he thrusts, sharp, hard, hitting that exact spot with unerring accuracy as I convulse, moaning, gasping my gratitude.
I feel the hot spurt inside me as he climaxes soon after I do, then he pulls me backwards to sit astride him. He is still buried deep inside me and apparently going nowhere, his finger now gently, lightly circling my clit. The effect is more one of calming than of arousal and I open my legs wide to appreciate it fully.
“Enjoying your bath, Miss Byrne,” he murmurs.
I can only sigh, roll my shoulders in contentment. He gets the idea and lightly kisses the top of my head, continuing to caress me with his fingers. “Tell me how you feel, right now…” he whispers.
“I feel fine. This is so good.”
“Your body feels fine, I can tell that. But what about your head?”
“My head?” I am at a loss, what is he after now?
“I can control how your body feels, pretty much. Pleasure, pain, I can deliver. On demand. Agreed?” Still bemused as to where this is going, but with a growing sense that it could be important, I try to gather my thoughts.
“Eva? Do you agree?”
He isn’t letting up, so I answer, whispering, “Yes. Agreed.”
“When we talked, in my office on Friday, you told me you wanted to explore
Nathan stretches out his arm again and flicks a switch. Suddenly the water explodes into fizzy frothing all around us as the jacuzzi jets start up. His arm tightens as I shift, startled by the swirling waves, then loosens again as I relax.
I’ve been in jacuzzi spas before, public ones in the gym or swimming pools, but never one that felt as fabulous as this one. The sensation is wonderful, a warm, soft, all-over massage. I let my legs drift upwards, floating, trusting Nathan to hold me, keep me afloat. I sip my juice then put the glass next to his, closing my eyes as I lay my head back on his shoulder. With his free hand he gently caresses my breast as we savour the sensuality of the music and the foaming, churning, gurgling spray tingling and swirling all around us. After a few minutes Nathan moves, shifting both of us more upright. His knees are between mine and he uses them to gently ease my legs apart, exposing my sensitive flesh to the jets shooting up from the bottom of the bath.
“Just wriggle around. Position yourself so it catches you just right, just where you like it most,” he whispers in my ear. I do, and it feels fabulous, the warm disembodied pressure directly against my clitoris. I groan in ecstasy as he tightens his hold to keep me in position, holding me in place as the waves of delight flood over.
“Can you come like this or do you need more? Do you want me to help?” His whisper is low, husky. I can feel his erection hard and big under my bum and I wonder what ‘help’ he has in mind? Anything would be wonderful. I wriggle against him in answer and he chuckles softly, tipping me forward onto my knees. I reach for the opposite end of the bath with my hands, while Nathan spreads my knees as wide as the bath will allow. Which is pretty damn far.
He enters me quickly, slipping into me from behind whilst still making sure my clit continues to receive the full benefit of the jets shooting at me from below. He moves slowly, sliding in and out so tenderly I feel I could cry. This is gentle fucking with bells on! It’s soothing, so, so comfortable, and so, so very slow. The tension and tug towards orgasm build little by little, softly, creeping up on me until I start to clench, shifting my body to increase the pressure, silently seeking more. But Nathan is ruthlessly unhurried and I have to wait, eventually tumbling sweetly, softly, into my climax. The familiar sparkle and internal fireworks shoot through me as I come, clenching around him, screwing my hips around as I instinctively bear down on him, begging him without words to increase the pressure on my sensitive inner walls. Responding at last he thrusts, sharp, hard, hitting that exact spot with unerring accuracy as I convulse, moaning, gasping my gratitude.
I feel the hot spurt inside me as he climaxes soon after I do, then he pulls me backwards to sit astride him. He is still buried deep inside me and apparently going nowhere, his finger now gently, lightly circling my clit. The effect is more one of calming than of arousal and I open my legs wide to appreciate it fully.
“Enjoying your bath, Miss Byrne,” he murmurs.
I can only sigh, roll my shoulders in contentment. He gets the idea and lightly kisses the top of my head, continuing to caress me with his fingers. “Tell me how you feel, right now…” he whispers.
“I feel fine. This is so good.”
“Your body feels fine, I can tell that. But what about your head?”
“My head?” I am at a loss, what is he after now?
“I can control how your body feels, pretty much. Pleasure, pain, I can deliver. On demand. Agreed?” Still bemused as to where this is going, but with a growing sense that it could be important, I try to gather my thoughts.
“Eva? Do you agree?”
He isn’t letting up, so I answer, whispering, “Yes. Agreed.”
“When we talked, in my office on Friday, you told me you wanted to explore
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