by Jenna Tyler
Twenty-Three
Snuggling in his arms in the warm water is heavenly. The scent of the candles in the air and the aroma of the rose petals is a nice mixture, and it isn't too overpowering. If we stay like this for too long, I will fall asleep and turn into a prune.
Flipping over onto my belly, I try not to slosh water out of the tub, but I'm not very successful. True Becca fashion. A little goes over the side and it puddles up right next to the bathtub. Now that I'm settled, part of my ass is poking out of the warm water, making it a little chilly.
The way I've slipped and slid, Drew's cock is now right between my breasts with the head nestled right in the middle. I think about squeezing my breasts together with my arms and moving my body up and down so he would be fucking my tits, but I decide not to make more of a mess splashing the bath water. Plus, it would get quite chilly if there wasn't any water in the tub. My ass already feels like an ice cube.
Instead, I slide further up Drew's body and reach behind him for the body wash that he evidently had set up by the hotel. Or someone. I lean over him a little further to grab a washcloth, which puts a breast right in his face. He's quick to put my nipple in his mouth and suckle briefly until I pull away to proceed with my plan.
Sitting on my knees, I wet the washcloth, pour a little body wash onto it, and lather it up. Starting with his neck, I wash his body. Moving down his chest, trailing over his shoulder and down the top of his arm, I lift his forearm out of the water and raise it up high to wash his armpit. He squirms just a bit at the touch. Hmmm, a tickle spot. I'll have to remember that. Finishing up with his arm, I move over to repeat on the other arm. It makes me smile when he squirms again.
Sliding my way back to his chest, I work my way down to the top of his abs. The rest of him is under water so I hand the washcloth over. “Your turn,” I whisper. He sits up and I move to sit on my butt. He starts the same way I did, almost mimicking my moves.
When it's his turn to wash my armpit, I wriggle as he moves up, then down. He smiles as he realizes I am also ticklish there. He doesn't stop the cloth from moving as he goes down the side of my breast, past my ribs, to my hip, and then back up again. He takes a detour when he gets back to the breast and he starts a trek to the other side. He goes slowly over my breasts and as he makes his way across, I'm reminded of a little boy playing with a toy truck…going over the mounds of dirt, making the noises of a vehicle.
Completing his trek, Drew repeats washing my other arm and smiles wider when he makes me wriggle again. He glides back to my chest, paying closer attention to my boobs this time. Circling and kneading them, he gives my nipples a little pinch as he goes over them, making me moan. After getting my breasts good and sudsy, he makes his way down around my ribs and then to my belly.
Once he has finished there, he has me turn around so he can wash my back. He sweeps all of my hair over to one side and over a shoulder so it’s out of the way. He rubs my back more forcefully than he did the front, almost like he's massaging and washing at the same time. My eyes close. It feels so good and warrants another moan. “Does that feel good, Rebecca?”
“Mmm hmm,” I manage.
Drew massages my lower back a little longer then dips down under the water and washes my ass…as well as he can with the soap washing right out of the cloth. He pauses for a minute and I hear the body wash bottle open, then close. He moves my hair back to its normal resting place and scoots in closer to me. He snakes the cloth around my waist and slides it up between my breasts. My eyes crack open. “You don't have to wash my breasts again to show them more attention, you know.”
“Just relax, baby.” His other hand wraps around me and he runs the cloth over my boobs again. Each hand has a breast and each hand is kneading, while my nipples are getting squeezed in between his fingers. I lean my head back into his chest and close my eyes again, taking in every touch of his skilled hands.
The hand with the washcloth leaves its breast and travels down the center of my body to my wanting core. He spreads my folds and washes me, up and down, up and down until I'm panting with desire. Quickly, he discards the washcloth, using one hand to fondle my breast and the other to circle my clit. I'm already close to coming, but I want Drew inside me when I do. I love when my muscles latch on to him, forcing his release.
“Drew,” I breathe and it's as if he's read my mind. He turns me around, splashing water everywhere, leans back against the tub and closes his legs so I can scoot on top of him. My mouth rushes to his, our tongues finding each other.
Frantically kissing, I start grinding against his erection. When I can't take it anymore, I break our kiss. With one hand on his shoulder, I grab his cock with the other and place the tip at my entry. I rub it back and forth across my juicy folds, preparing him for me. Satisfied that I'm ready, I nudge his crown into me and slowly descend over his shaft. I'm not as lubricated as I should be, thanks to the water in the tub, but it shouldn't be a problem in a minute or two.
Once I've taken him all the way in, I just enjoy the fact that we are joined in this way again. It's only been less than twenty-four hours since we've had sex, but it seems like it's been days. I start to circle in place, feeling him deep inside me. When I finally lift up, he is well coated and I can move up and down freely, without friction.
As my pussy glides over him, finding a rhythm, I realize this is the first time we're having sex since we've said we love each other. It makes this all much more special. Staring into his beautiful blue eyes, my heart skips a beat. I don't know how this man is here with me right now and I don't care how it's happened. I'm just glad it has.
Stopping my movement, I lean down to kiss him tenderly on the lips. “I love you, Andrew Chambers.” I straighten back up and he follows me, wrapping his arms around me and up my back.
“And I love you, Rebecca Michaels, with every fiber of my being.” He crushes his lips to mine and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into me as tight as I can. My breasts press against his chest, straining for attention. I push them harder to his chest and he brings a hand around, sliding it up my torso until he reaches his target. He cups my breast and squeezes it, kneading it, and then rubs his thumb over my nipple roughly, back and forth. I moan into his mouth, but can't fight the urge to throw my head back, abruptly stopping our passionate kiss. Having been lost in the moment, I remember what we were actually doing.
Drew has his mouth on my breast and I move my arms behind me, resting my hands on his thighs before I begin moving again. His arms snake back around to support my back while his mouth moves back and forth between breasts, alternating the swirling of his tongue around my nipples and sucking on them, sometimes pulling on them with his teeth. Everything he does to me feels so good. He's like my body whisperer. He knows exactly what I need or want at any given moment.
He releases one hand from behind me, still supporting me with the other, and glides it around and up the center of my torso. I think he will stop at the top of my chest or detour to a breast, but he continues up the middle, sliding up my throat, making my head tilt back some more, until he reaches my jaw. Damn, that's hot! And it's happening to me!
Drew holds his hand there while I ride him and he's matching my thrusts with his own. This is so erotic that I can't stand it any longer. The tingles have started. I don't want this to end, but I don't know if I can hold it off. His hand drifts back down off of my throat and I sit up again, wrapping my arms around his neck. Smashing my lips to his, I don't care that I'm about to come anymore. I know there will be plenty more in my very near future.
I come hard and fast. Gripping his hair in my fingers, I scream, “Oh, god, Drew!” I slump onto him while the orgasm rips through me, my walls surging around him, bringing him to the edge. He finds his release while I'm shuddering through mine, his short, manicured nails digging into my flesh. This pain is pure ecstasy.
Regaining my strength to sit up, I remove my chest from Drew's and move to hold his face in my hands. His lids are lazy and barely open
. I think we are both too wiped out for much more activity tonight. Smiling at him, he cracks a hint of a smile back at me. Bringing his face to mine, I kiss him ever so softly on the nose.
“Let's get cleaned up again and go to bed. We're both super exhausted after the flight and events of today,” I say and I notice a faint bruise along his scruffy jaw where Marcus punched him.
Rubbing my thumb over it, Drew grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it. “I'm fine, baby. I would do it again in a heartbeat.”
“I know you would and I love you for it. You've done so much for me in the past twenty-four hours. I just...” The words cease and tears start to fall once again. He starts to swipe my tears away and I shake my head to stop him. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Thank you, Drew. I don't have the words to tell you how much it means to me for all that you've done for Charlie and me. You didn't have to do anything, yet you've done everything.” More tears fall. I pick up his hand and place it on my cheek so he’s cradling my face. Letting him wipe my tears with his thumb, I lean into his touch.
“Once again, Rebecca, I would do it again in a heartbeat. Now that you've finally gotten on the same page as me, everything that is mine is yours.” My eyes widen in shock at what's he's said, alerting him that I might freak out. “Shhh.” He wraps his arms around me and just holds me close to him. “It'll be okay, baby. Don't freak out. It all comes with me. It's a package deal.” He's trying to lighten the mood, but my thoughts are going haywire. He obviously has a lot of money if he has a private jet, and I just don't know how to handle that kind of dough.
Listening to his slow and steady heart rate calms me down enough to ask a question. “What do you do for a living? I know you own a company and the hotels, but we've never talked about what you do.” I'm just hoping it's nothing illegal or anything with animal testing. Maybe I don't need to know.
“I own several successful businesses and invest in a few more. I dabble in a lot of different areas…real estate, finance, publishing, et cetera.” Publishing makes my ears perk up, but the rest sounds really boring to me. I sit up and look at him. He sees my interest in this last area of business. “Yes, I own a publishing house. I will take you there and show you around.”
My face lights up. I'd love to see the ins and outs of a publisher. A printing press would be phenomenal, too. The smell of fresh books in the air would make me drool. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. Drew rubs my shoulders, bringing me back into focus. Laying my head back on his chest, I ask the next question. “Exactly how much are we talking here?”
He chuckles, probably at my lack of knowledge about him. Or my bluntness. I'm sure his net worth is all over the news or internet, but I haven't bothered to look him up. Charlie probably knows more about his public life than I do. “Let’s just say that you never have to worry about any expense ever again.” He didn't answer my question and I'm not sure I need to know the exact amount or even a ball park figure. I love him regardless. He adds, “Nor will Charlie, or her kids, or her kid's kids.”
“Well, alright then,” I murmur. That's a lot of money if it can last through generations of grandbabies. Oh. We've never discussed kids, other than Charlie. This might be a little late in the game to ask, but I have to know before we go any further.
“Drew? Can I ask you another question?”
“Sure. Anything.”
“Well, we haven't discussed this before and we should, before we move forward in our relationship. Do you want kids?” Sitting back up to gauge his reaction, I'm a little surprised when I don't see much of one.
“I've never really thought about it because I've never met a person with whom I would want to have children. After seeing you with Charlie and the great relationship you have with her, I could see having a child.” Uh oh. I'm forty-years-old and I have never wanted another child, especially this late in the game. By the time the kid is twenty, I'd be over sixty. That wouldn't be fair to them to have an old lady for a mom, or fair to me to not be able to see the person they become. Maybe he just answered with what he thought I wanted to hear.
“Are you just saying that because you think I want to have more kids?” Drew looks at me a little puzzled.
“Well...ummm...” He looks down and away, and is at a loss for words. It's kind of funny, but it also lets me know that he was just trying to make me happy by saying he wanted kids. His face is even a tiny bit flushed. How cute is he?
Chuckling at his awkwardness, I let him off the hook before he tries to finish talking. “It's okay, Drew. I don't want more kids.” He lets out a huge breath and I go on. “I don't want to start all over again. I just want to enjoy life as it comes, with you. Plus, I already have Charlie and she's the best kid ever.”
Drew pulls me in tight and hugs me with all of his might. “Thank you, Rebecca. I really didn't want to disappoint you and I truly would do anything for you, and for Charlie. If you wanted a baby, I was going to give it to you. But since you don't, I can say that I just don't think I'm the fathering kind of guy.”
The relief in his face is adorable. I wish I had my phone nearby to take a picture and savor it forever. I go to stand up and slide off of his still erect dick. He's almost always ready around me, and it's flattering. I'm always ready for him, too, so I guess it goes both ways. His is just more visible.
Offering my hand to help him up, he takes it, but doesn't really use it as he stands. We both reach for a towel at the same time and grin at each other. He lays one on the floor for us to step onto. He steps out first and holds his hand to help me. I open my towel and start drying off while he grabs another towel and does the same.
“Well, you were great with Charlie today,” I continue. “I bet you'd be a great father. Speaking of you and Charlie, what did you two talk about earlier when she booted me out of the room?”
Drew laughs. “It was nothing, really. She asked what my intentions were, and I told her that I plan to make you the happiest woman alive, to spoil you, and ravish your sexy body every chance I get.”
I laugh and smack him lightly on his abs. “Oh, stop it! You wouldn't say that to her. At least, not on the first day.” He raises an eyebrow, challenging me. Instantly, I start thinking about if he would or wouldn't.
Drew pokes me in the belly. “I'm just playing,” he says, laughing, while he's toweling off his back. “I would never tell your daughter how much I love your body or how good you smell.” He's eyeing my naked sex. “Or how good you taste.” His voice turned seductive about halfway through that little confession, making me blush and slide my towel down to cover up.
He takes a step forward and reaches down, grabbing the towel that is covering me. Pulling it out of my hands, he tosses it onto the floor. “I don't ever want you to cover yourself or feel like you have to. Your body is gorgeous...and you taste even better.” I'm sure the pink on my cheeks just turned bright red. Drew brings a hand up and cradles my face, rubbing my red cheek with his thumb.
“I'm just not used to being told anything like that, but I like it...a lot.” The fire inside me is growing again and I want to be fucked. Hard. I reach up to hold Drew's face in both of my hands and bring him down so I can kiss him. Licking the crease of his lips, he opens up to let me in. Dropping his towel, he bends over to pick me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I love holding him like this.
Pushing his face back to stop our kiss, I look at him and then at the dip in his chin. I start to giggle. “I've always wanted to stick my tongue in your chin dimple.”
He pushes his chin out at me and smiles. “It's all yours.” Grinning back at him, I stick my tongue out and trace his lips and give him a quick kiss, and then I trail down his scruff to the dimple. Swirling my tongue around it, taking in the roughness from his stubble, and then finally dipping it inside. A slight grumble comes from Drew and I repeat the process. His grip on my ass tightens and he starts walking out of the bathroom and to the bed.
“I hope you are going to fuck me hard, Drew. I need you to
fuck me hard. Now!” Just as I get the words out, he plops me on the bed and shoves into me, taking me by surprise.
“Your wish is our pleasure.”
Twenty-Four
Without opening my eyes, I know I'm cuddled up next to Drew, feeling sated and sore. It's wonderful waking up next to him. This is what I want it to be like for the rest of our lives.
“Feeling thoroughly fucked?” His voice startles me. I open my eyes and turn to see his beautifully groggy face smiling back at me. I swear he'd melt my panties right now, if I were actually wearing any.
“As a matter of fact, I am. I'm also glad that you got some sleep.” Turning on to my side, I scoot in close to him and run the tips of my fingers lightly up and down his arm. “I loved everything about last night and hope for an encore in the near future.”
“All day, every day if you want. I have no qualms with that.” He winks at me and pulls me onto his chest. My breasts are mashed up against his ribs and my nipples start to harden. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sheet that is lying over Drew's groin rise up. Apparently, he is ready for the encore right now.
Moving to rest my chin on his chest so I can see him, he smiles and says, “I told you. All day, every day. There's no sating me as long as I'm with you.” Funny, I feel the same way. I felt sated moments ago, but it quickly diminished when he spoke.
“You will have to wait, Mr. Chambers. I want to get to the hospital to see Charlie and I need to take a shower.” Leaning forward, I kiss him and roll away.
“I'll order us some breakfast,” he says while I make my way into the bathroom.
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