"I don't know... I don't like it," he said.
Leah paused while stuffing a shirt into the holdall and looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. Eric was lying spread-eagled on the bed, folded arms beneath his head. She ran her eyes over his perfect biceps and abdomen, and her train of thought led her to think of her own laziness lately. She really had to get back to exercising.
"I just don't like it," he repeated.
The conversation had been going on, on and off since last night, through mind-blowing sex and body-melting orgasms. A thrill passed through her body as Leah thought about last night. Various parts of her were still aching from what she had put them through. A small smile flirted with her mouth. The sex was just getting better and better. Just thinking about last night unfurled a hint of desire in the pit of her stomach.
"Why exactly do they have to get married on Valentine's Day?" he asked for the umpteenth time.
"Because they're targeting us of course! They know it's the first after our wedding and you want to make it as romantic as possible for me, candlelight and roses and all... but they're trying to spoil it for us."
He didn't smile.
"Awww c'mon Eric. Don't be this way. I think you're complaining about the bus ride more than the fact that we're going."
"Well, one whole night in a cramped bus doesn't sound very good to me," he replied.
"It won't be that bad." She tried to console him. "Or I could just make it good for you." She stopped packing and ran a hand up his thigh, close to the little bulge in his underwear, but around it, trailing her fingers over his taut stomach instead. "You know, reward you for being a good boy and not complaining on the trip."
"Woman! You're insatiable!" Eric ground out.
"Nah. I just have a big heart," she replied as she walked her fingers across his firm abdomen.
"Okay. So where's this reward then?" he asked, eyeing her smug smile.
"Come and get it," she threw back at him as she jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. Looking back over her shoulder, Leah saw that he was following her.
He caught her just inside the door and locked a strong arm around her waist. His other hand fumbled under the thin t-shirt she wore and began stroking her stomach, just above her mound. "Oh, that I will," he whispered.
"Giving it back?" she gasped out from between rapidly shortening breaths, pushing her panty-clad bottom back into him.
"Mm-hmm." His warm breath tickled her ear.
Leah surrendered herself to the sensations, her body responding to his touch and opening, getting faintly wet. Closed eyes, head thrown back onto his shoulder, she arched her body and her hips sought his hand as he deliberately avoided touching her where she wanted him. Gripping his wrist, she tried to push his hand down, but he was too strong for her.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Don't make me beg!" The words tumbled out of her to an amused chuckle from him.
Eric maneuvered her towards the shower cubicle, his intent quite clear as he started stripping off his shorts. He was already semi-erect, Leah noted with satisfaction. It was amazing how they seemed to be hot for each other all the time.
As soon as he had disposed of his underwear, he came towards her and started to take her t-shirt off. Leah stopped him. "Can I have it on please? It's thin enough... will get wet and transparent anyway. I want you to suck my nipples through it."
Her request sharpened the look in his eyes.
Taking him by the hand, she led him into the cubicle and started fumbling with the controls. She liked the water just lukewarm. Too hot and it was distasteful, too cold was almost suicidal in winter. His hands roamed all over her body the few minutes it took her to get it the way she wanted it. Constantly touching, exploring, smoothing, depositing light touches, his fingers played with her senses and she was too aroused by the time she turned on the shower.
The water coursed down on them, slowly seeping between them and wetting their bodies. Leah turned to him and they shared a wet kiss as the silky warmth ran down, over and around them. She shivered against him as the water flowed down her body, the lazy, languorous kiss getting increasingly hungry. His hands wandered down her back and hovered on her ass, the fingers slipping inside her panties, squeezing and kneading her bottom.
Leah snaked one hand around his muscled neck and the other around his waist as she pulled him to her. The kiss seemed never-ending as they nibbled, sucked and gently bit each other. Leah's hips started moving against Eric's crotch in a slow rub. She could feel him begin to stir. Lukewarm water flowing down between them, his hands over her and his hard body against her softness... Leah savored the sensations every bit.
She was a sensual woman. Of all the women Eric had been with, Leah was the only one who could turn him on to this degree. Sometimes he wondered how she could give herself up single-mindedly to the passion and extract the maximum amount of pleasure from the sexual act. And in the process, she took him on quite a ride too. He looked at her now, writhing and grinding against his erection in slow, tantalizing movements.
"My breasts..." she whispered as she turned around and slipped her panties off in one fluid motion.
Eric's hands moved to cup her softness over the soaked t-shirt. The recent weight she'd gained had filled her body out, and he loved that, for her breasts fitted his hands better now. Gathering her against his chest, he teased her nipples and fondled her breasts, and felt her hand moving down, between her legs. Eric pressed his hips against her ass, feeling her rounded softness press against his erection. He wanted her badly, but he was willing to let her set the pace.
