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then scooped a few handfuls of
the lavender beads off the floor and into the water.
Water filled the tub and the scent of lavender wafted more
strongly through the air. At first all Fernando did was play with her hair. He
undid the bun, then finger-combed her hair out in long, black tresses to either
side of her face. He took her brush off the sink and used it until the water
level rose high enough to make her breasts float.
Sometimes when he did this she would talk about her day, or
even giggle. This time she just watched him, tears welling up in her eyes. The
silence unsettled him and sharpened his fervent desire to touch her everywhere.
When Fernando finally set the brush down, he took up a
washcloth. He anointed it with honey-scented soap, then leaned over the edge of
the tub and stroked it slowly down the side of her face and neck. She purred
under its rough touch. He rinsed the soap away with water poured from a cupped
hand.
Carolina smiled in response. He saw her relax, her arms
loose and comfortable where they hung from her wrist restraints. Fernando let
out the breath he’d been holding and began to wash her in earnest. With the
cloth, he gently scrubbed every inch of her warm, gleaming skin. He smoothed it
down her side, traced circles over her stomach and worked his way up between
the soft flesh of her breasts. To reach her back, he climbed partially into the
tub and embraced her, whispering endearments in her ear as he washed her. He
lifted her long legs out of the water one at a time, massaging her thighs,
calves and feet as he scrubbed. Fernando wanted to memorize every sensation of
her smooth, wet body against his.
His cock throbbed before him, erect and wanting her, but he
forced himself to wait.
He knelt in the water, straddling her, and traded the cloth
for his hands. Now he rubbed rose-scented body conditioner onto her arms,
shoulders, neck, and then over her soft, full breasts. He adored Carolina’s
body. He loved being the one who did things for her. Fernando’s fingertips
brushed her captured wrist. He interlaced his fingers with hers. Words would
have failed him—he was glad he didn’t have to speak.
She tilted her head back, shaking a lock of black hair out
of her dark eyes. Her full lips curved and opened slightly, enough for him to
see the questioning tip of her tongue. Fernando accepted the invitation, lowering
himself more fully into the water on top of her, wrapping his whole body around
her and taking her mouth.
In that moment, he could pretend she belonged to him. He
could let his trouble fade, becoming only a man, alone with a woman who gave
herself to him freely and completely.
Fernando held his weight off Carolina with one arm while he
shifted to the side to allow room for the other to slide between their bodies.
He touched the tip of one hard nipple and watched Carolina’s eyes. She closed
them and arched her back toward his touch. “Don’t let me go,” she whispered.
He kissed her again and rolled the nipple between his
fingers, tugging and twisting it slightly. When her breathing became fast and
heavy, Fernando released her breast and brought his hand down between her legs.
He started by simply stroking her thighs, in and out of the
water, sometimes using light scratches, sometimes rubbing firmly and sometimes
barely feathering his fingertips over her. Then he gave her the palm of his
hand, keeping it steady and strong over her mound. Carolina lifted her hips and
rubbed against it. Fernando could feel her body’s wetness, thicker and slicker
than the water.
He watched her face, already flushed from the heat of the
bath, grow even rosier. She clenched her teeth and wrinkled her forehead as she
sought her pleasure. Fernando grinned as she used her bound hands for leverage
to lift higher and harder against the stimulation he offered.
“Here,” he whispered, and increased his pressure, pressing
her back down into the water, pinning her against the porcelain surface of
the lavender beads off the floor and into the water.
Water filled the tub and the scent of lavender wafted more
strongly through the air. At first all Fernando did was play with her hair. He
undid the bun, then finger-combed her hair out in long, black tresses to either
side of her face. He took her brush off the sink and used it until the water
level rose high enough to make her breasts float.
Sometimes when he did this she would talk about her day, or
even giggle. This time she just watched him, tears welling up in her eyes. The
silence unsettled him and sharpened his fervent desire to touch her everywhere.
When Fernando finally set the brush down, he took up a
washcloth. He anointed it with honey-scented soap, then leaned over the edge of
the tub and stroked it slowly down the side of her face and neck. She purred
under its rough touch. He rinsed the soap away with water poured from a cupped
hand.
Carolina smiled in response. He saw her relax, her arms
loose and comfortable where they hung from her wrist restraints. Fernando let
out the breath he’d been holding and began to wash her in earnest. With the
cloth, he gently scrubbed every inch of her warm, gleaming skin. He smoothed it
down her side, traced circles over her stomach and worked his way up between
the soft flesh of her breasts. To reach her back, he climbed partially into the
tub and embraced her, whispering endearments in her ear as he washed her. He
lifted her long legs out of the water one at a time, massaging her thighs,
calves and feet as he scrubbed. Fernando wanted to memorize every sensation of
her smooth, wet body against his.
His cock throbbed before him, erect and wanting her, but he
forced himself to wait.
He knelt in the water, straddling her, and traded the cloth
for his hands. Now he rubbed rose-scented body conditioner onto her arms,
shoulders, neck, and then over her soft, full breasts. He adored Carolina’s
body. He loved being the one who did things for her. Fernando’s fingertips
brushed her captured wrist. He interlaced his fingers with hers. Words would
have failed him—he was glad he didn’t have to speak.
She tilted her head back, shaking a lock of black hair out
of her dark eyes. Her full lips curved and opened slightly, enough for him to
see the questioning tip of her tongue. Fernando accepted the invitation, lowering
himself more fully into the water on top of her, wrapping his whole body around
her and taking her mouth.
In that moment, he could pretend she belonged to him. He
could let his trouble fade, becoming only a man, alone with a woman who gave
herself to him freely and completely.
Fernando held his weight off Carolina with one arm while he
shifted to the side to allow room for the other to slide between their bodies.
He touched the tip of one hard nipple and watched Carolina’s eyes. She closed
them and arched her back toward his touch. “Don’t let me go,” she whispered.
He kissed her again and rolled the nipple between his
fingers, tugging and twisting it slightly. When her breathing became fast and
heavy, Fernando released her breast and brought his hand down between her legs.
He started by simply stroking her thighs, in and out of the
water, sometimes using light scratches, sometimes rubbing firmly and sometimes
barely feathering his fingertips over her. Then he gave her the palm of his
hand, keeping it steady and strong over her mound. Carolina lifted her hips and
rubbed against it. Fernando could feel her body’s wetness, thicker and slicker
than the water.
He watched her face, already flushed from the heat of the
bath, grow even rosier. She clenched her teeth and wrinkled her forehead as she
sought her pleasure. Fernando grinned as she used her bound hands for leverage
to lift higher and harder against the stimulation he offered.
“Here,” he whispered, and increased his pressure, pressing
her back down into the water, pinning her against the porcelain surface of
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