One Year Later
I was knee-deep in moving boxes and bubble wrap when I heard Emily walk in the front door. I wrapped up the dish I was holding and tucked it into a box with all the others. Em was on some sort of business call. She broke out of Business Emily mode just long enough to flash me a smile and silent wave. "No," she was saying, "We can't have the presentation ready tomorrow. We told them the end of the week. They'll just have to wait."
I left Emily to her phone call and went upstairs to draw her a hot bubble bath. While the tub was filling up, I tossed her towel into the dryer so it would be warm and fluffy when she was ready to use it.
By the time I had finished, she met me upstairs. Em wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep, long kiss.
"Hi Baby. How was your day?"
"Good," I breathed, feeling like a man entranced.
"That's good," she smiled, "Tell me about it, what did you get up to?" She held one foot up in the air and I knelt down and pulled off her shoe. With her hand on my head for support, Em switched her weight to her other foot and held out the other foot. It had become a familiar part of our routine. I no longer needed to be told what she wanted.
"Well, I made a lot of progress with the move. I got almost all of the kitchen packed up."
"Thank you for doing that, Baby." She said as she started to shimmy out of her skirt. I felt all the air escape my lungs. I reached up to helpfully tug her skirt down the rest of the way. I could happily have spent the rest of the night staring at her, but Emily tilted my chin up until my eyes met hers.
"I appreciate all you're doing, Dev."
"Of course," I said. I got to my feet. Em pulled me in for another kiss. While our lips were locked, she started undoing the buttons on her shirt. I was all too happy to help with the rest. She playfully pushed me away and then peeled off her bra and panties. I didn't think I would ever get tired of that view.
Em stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water. I could see her stress dissipate. She closed her eyes. "Why don't you come in here with me?"
Her suggestion had me stepping into the tub and lowering myself into the water without a second thought. She cracked her eyes open and couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm so sorry, Baby! I sometimes forget how obedient you are. I should have told you to strip first. That's my fault."
That's when I realized I didn't bother to take off my own clothes.
She scooted closer to me and wrapped her legs around my waist. "Well, now that you're here and soaked already, why don't you just stay with me?" Then she handed me a bar of soap. "And why don't you put yourself to work?"
"Gladly."
It was difficult to keep my mind on my task, because while I was soaping up her body, Emily was undoing my pants and pulling out my cock. I could barely think straight.
She climbed up on top of me and straddled my lap. My newly freed cock pressed against her slit. It was the only thing my brain had room for. That was, until Emily started kissing my neck and peppering in playful little bites.
Only then when I was absolutely putty in her hands, did my girlfriend decide to have a productive conversation with me.
"What's our deadline for the move?"
"Hmm?" I asked, mentally swimming back up to the surface.
She giggled at her effect on me and then made it worse by sliding her slit over the tip of my cock. I gave her exactly the reaction she was hoping for.
Then she cruelly kept making me answer questions, when I so desperately wanted to fuck her.
"We have until the end of the month to have everything moved out, right?"
"Mmhmm, yes."
"Then why don't you take some time off from the move? I have some things planned this weekend."
"Things?"
"Yes, Baby, 'things.' I have a little thank you planned to pay you back for all that you do for me. All I need you to do is be ready to get on a plane tomorrow."
"Plane?" I asked, dumbly.
She held a finger to my lips. "Don't worry about it. I need fewer questions from you and more obedience."
