mine in a
lingering kiss.
“Drop
everything and do as you say?”
I
looked up at him, laughing. “You asked. And I answered.”
***
The
shower turned out to be an invitation to a bath in the most amazing tub I’d
ever seen. Chase had taken me upstairs to his bedroom, stripping me of my damp
and dusty clothes, apologizing for the torn panties.
“I’ll
buy you new ones, lots of new ones, enough to tear one off of you every day of
the week.”
The
bathroom off the master bath was a huge affair, with a steam shower large
enough for more than two. But the centerpiece was a raised tub at least seven
feet long, wide enough for two side-by-side and deep enough to bathe a horse.
“Chase,
this is huge.”
He
was filling the tub, adding something bubbly and wonderfully scented, fresh and
citrusy. There were a few candles lit on the counter and the edge of the tub.
“Do
you frequently take bubble baths? With scented candles?” It seemed such a
contrast to the rough and tumble rancher image I had of him, to imagine him soaking
in a tub of bubbles by candle light, and despite my best efforts, I giggled.
He
straightened, giving me a scowl.
“There’s
nothing better than a long soak in hot water after an afternoon of breaking
horses. We used to use the horse trough out behind the barn when I was growing
up.” He nodded at the tub.
“This
is a far cry more comfortable, especially for two.” He took a step toward me
with such purpose, I backed up.
“Unless
you want me to dunk you in the tank out behind the barn? I’d be more than happy
to do that, if you’re not happy with the current accommodations.”
Then
he burst out laughing. “Abby, you should see your face. Never play poker,
that’s my advice to you, first and last. Never play poker. You’re holding a
deuce and a seven, the hammer, and wondering if you should bluff.”
He
pulled me against him, kissing me hard. “I’m calling your bluff and we’re
taking a bath.”
The
water was silky smooth, almost too hot, but not quite. Chase hit a switch
somewhere and the water gently swirled around us. He settled back in the tub,
nestling me between his outstretched legs, my back against his chest. His arms
rested comfortably on the wide edge of the tub and I rested my head on his
shoulder, my body floating gently in the water.
If I
shifted just right, I could feel his cock poking me in the back, or along my
thighs or brushing against my ass. There was no rush, neither of us feeling the
need to do more than just let the water swirl around us, warm and soothing, our
bodies touching in the warm water. There seemed to be all the time in the world
for the two of us to be together, to do whatever was going to come next.
Eventually
Chase began running his hands across my breasts, the water making them
deliciously slippery. One hand slid lower, cupping itself between my legs,
slowly rubbing and touching, his fingers drawing lazy circles around my clit,
slipping lower every so often to slide deeper into me.
I let
my body relax, let my legs fall open, gave him all the room he needed. I
watched his hand for a little bit, entranced by the motion of his fingers, the
bubbles that were left in the tub moving away from the motion of hand. Then I
leaned back, closing my eyes, letting him have his way with me. He was patient
and slow, starting a fire that slowly built, the heat rising through my body.
It
soon became impossible for me not to feel his erection touching me or his hips
moving beneath the water. And I wanted to feel him, inside me, surrounded by
all this warmth.
The
tub was wide enough for me to turn around, facing Chase, my legs wrapped around
his waist. I settled myself down on him, his cock slowly sliding into me.
He
drew a breath, looking up into my face. I rocked my hips back and forth, tiny
movements that seemed just enough. The light outside had grown dim, the candles
the only light in the room now.
In
the soft glow I saw such tenderness in
lingering kiss.
“Drop
everything and do as you say?”
I
looked up at him, laughing. “You asked. And I answered.”
***
The
shower turned out to be an invitation to a bath in the most amazing tub I’d
ever seen. Chase had taken me upstairs to his bedroom, stripping me of my damp
and dusty clothes, apologizing for the torn panties.
“I’ll
buy you new ones, lots of new ones, enough to tear one off of you every day of
the week.”
The
bathroom off the master bath was a huge affair, with a steam shower large
enough for more than two. But the centerpiece was a raised tub at least seven
feet long, wide enough for two side-by-side and deep enough to bathe a horse.
“Chase,
this is huge.”
He
was filling the tub, adding something bubbly and wonderfully scented, fresh and
citrusy. There were a few candles lit on the counter and the edge of the tub.
“Do
you frequently take bubble baths? With scented candles?” It seemed such a
contrast to the rough and tumble rancher image I had of him, to imagine him soaking
in a tub of bubbles by candle light, and despite my best efforts, I giggled.
He
straightened, giving me a scowl.
“There’s
nothing better than a long soak in hot water after an afternoon of breaking
horses. We used to use the horse trough out behind the barn when I was growing
up.” He nodded at the tub.
“This
is a far cry more comfortable, especially for two.” He took a step toward me
with such purpose, I backed up.
“Unless
you want me to dunk you in the tank out behind the barn? I’d be more than happy
to do that, if you’re not happy with the current accommodations.”
Then
he burst out laughing. “Abby, you should see your face. Never play poker,
that’s my advice to you, first and last. Never play poker. You’re holding a
deuce and a seven, the hammer, and wondering if you should bluff.”
He
pulled me against him, kissing me hard. “I’m calling your bluff and we’re
taking a bath.”
The
water was silky smooth, almost too hot, but not quite. Chase hit a switch
somewhere and the water gently swirled around us. He settled back in the tub,
nestling me between his outstretched legs, my back against his chest. His arms
rested comfortably on the wide edge of the tub and I rested my head on his
shoulder, my body floating gently in the water.
If I
shifted just right, I could feel his cock poking me in the back, or along my
thighs or brushing against my ass. There was no rush, neither of us feeling the
need to do more than just let the water swirl around us, warm and soothing, our
bodies touching in the warm water. There seemed to be all the time in the world
for the two of us to be together, to do whatever was going to come next.
Eventually
Chase began running his hands across my breasts, the water making them
deliciously slippery. One hand slid lower, cupping itself between my legs,
slowly rubbing and touching, his fingers drawing lazy circles around my clit,
slipping lower every so often to slide deeper into me.
I let
my body relax, let my legs fall open, gave him all the room he needed. I
watched his hand for a little bit, entranced by the motion of his fingers, the
bubbles that were left in the tub moving away from the motion of hand. Then I
leaned back, closing my eyes, letting him have his way with me. He was patient
and slow, starting a fire that slowly built, the heat rising through my body.
It
soon became impossible for me not to feel his erection touching me or his hips
moving beneath the water. And I wanted to feel him, inside me, surrounded by
all this warmth.
The
tub was wide enough for me to turn around, facing Chase, my legs wrapped around
his waist. I settled myself down on him, his cock slowly sliding into me.
He
drew a breath, looking up into my face. I rocked my hips back and forth, tiny
movements that seemed just enough. The light outside had grown dim, the candles
the only light in the room now.
In
the soft glow I saw such tenderness in
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