The bath is filled with warm water, luscious bubbles, and relaxing scents. Sitting within the depths of the water and smiling at me, he hold out his hand to help me over the edge of the tub. He guides me so I'm seated between his legs, my back to his front.
"Lay back and relax Angel. It's been a long day"
I lay back against his chest, sinking into his embrace. His warmth is far more comforting than the water surrounding us and it lulls me into a calm, peaceful state. His hand draws random patterns along the skin of my upper arm, slowly moving down. At first I try to focus on what the patterns could be, but by the time he's reached my shoulder my mind is too fuzzy to focus. I don't want to think. I just want to feel his touch. He starts the same treatment around my collar bone and over to the other shoulder before dragging his hand back into the water. I'm sad that he stopped. It was lovely and tickled a little.
I'm too lost in thought to notice where his hand went, but a sharp pinch to my clit makes my eyes snap open, breath coming out in a gasp as I try to sit up. My disoriented mind tries to catch up after being abruptly pulled out of its sluggish fog.
My confusion is all over my face as I look at him, thankfully remembering that I didn't have permission to speak yet. Confusion quickly melts into need as his hand starts to move. He watches my face with a frightening intensity, almost as if he sees my soul and not just my body as I slowly fall apart.
Finding something in my expression that pleases him, his eyes gleam, hands stop, and body slips back into that lazy, confident lounge.
"Lay back and relax Angel"
I whimper, almost inaudibly but his smirk tells me he's heard. I lie back tentatively, feeling too much and being far too tense to go back to how I'd previously been.
He holds me close and kisses my hair whispering "Relax..." before reaching in front of me to grab the cloth and soap.
He washes my body meticulously, not touching me where my body begs him to but spending time exploring as he wishes. He washes every finger. Every toe. Every curve, line, edge, scar, and insecurity. He sees it all.
When he gets to my stomach he stops, running the cloth back and forth over my belly in a soft, soothing motion. Over and over again.
His breath ghosts over my ear as he says in a low whisper "Touch yourself for me Angel" seconds before his mouth closes over the lobe and the cloth slips away. His hands slowly move up to cup my breasts, gently moulding the soft flesh in his strong hands.
I can do nothing but accept, feeling his warmth against me as my hands continue what he'd started before, tentatively at first but quickly losing myself as the intensity increases. It's nothing compared to what his hands can do but I'm desperate and lost in my need. When I'm completely gone, head lolled against his chest and eyes closed, his hands slip away, fingers pulling my nipples and pinching the tips hard for a long moment.
Before long his hands slip down, pulling my own hands away from my body.
He brings one of my hands up to his mouth, acting oblivious to my panting breath and flushed skin as he kisses the back of it.
