Marry Me by Karen Stivali Page A

head, knowing that if he got into bed with her they’d never make it to the bath. “Good morning.” He nuzzled her neck. She smelled even sweeter than the bath oil.
    “Mmmm.” She rolled over, her warm, sleepy hand stroking his arm. “What are you doing up?”
    “I thought you might want to have a relaxing morning. Come. I’ve drawn us a bath.”
    Her eyes were still closed but a smile spread across her tempting lips. “A bath?”
    He nodded, tracing his nose over her collarbone, his resolve to actually get into the tub waning with each passing moment.
    “Okay,” she said, kissing him as she sat up. “Lead the way.”
    “I’ll go one better.” He scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom.
    He set her down on the tile steps in front of the tub, loving the fact that all the mirrors in the room showed her luscious naked figure.
    “You sure you don’t want to go back to bed?” She ran her hand down his chest, sweeping it along the length of his cock.
    “There are plenty of things you can do in a tub.”
    She held his hand as she eased into the warm water. He stepped in, sitting opposite her. He slid his fingers along her leg, the silky water allowing him to glide over her skin.
    “I love your hands.” She leaned back, her breasts bobbing temptingly in the gentle waves. She ran her foot up his leg, sliding it along his erection.
    “I’m becoming increasingly fond of your feet.”
    She laughed. All the tension from last night seemed to be gone. “So I see.” She curled her toes then slipped her foot lower, caressing his balls.
    “I haven’t enjoyed a bath this much in ages,” he said.
    “So you have a thing for tubs?”
    “Let’s just say when I was growing up there weren’t a lot of places one could have privacy. Five siblings. Old house. No locks on any doors. Bath time was one of the few times you could count on being alone.”
    “Baths, not showers?”
    “I always preferred baths. Feared passing out in the shower and being found on the bathroom floor with my hand wrapped around my dick.”
    “I wouldn’t mind finding you like that.” Her eyes filled with mischief. She nudged his arm with her toes, pushing his hand closer to his cock.
    Ben’s heart picked up speed.
    Julia dipped her hand under the water and trailed it down her body. “I like to play in the tub too.” She parted her legs, her calf rubbing against his thigh, sending pulses of arousal straight through him. Through the haze of rising steam, he watched as she inched lower, her fingers parted. She spread her lips, her middle finger circling her clit. Ben’s cock throbbed and he wasted no time wrapping his hand around it. He’d never had a wank in front of anyone and it was far more of a turn-on than he’d have imagined. Julia’s eyes were focused on his engorged shaft as he stroked. She slid her other hand over her breasts then let it slither down between her legs. He watched in sheer delight as a finger disappeared inside her.
    The air hissed out of his lungs as he tightened his grip. The swollen head of his cock was deep red, the skin shining like a ripe plum. “So bloody hot.”
    She moaned, her fingers moving in tandem, her breathing faster, eyes not leaving his erection. He wondered how much longer he could stay conscious. Julia’s hips tilted, her calf tensing against him, finger flicking rapidly. A high-pitched cry escaped her as her mouth fell open. She shuddered, eyes fluttering closed.
    Ben increased his pace, unable to wait another second. A deep groan rumbled through his chest. Julia’s eyes were back on him, flashing with excitement. With two final strokes, the pleasure tore through him with such force he gasped. Cum erupted from him, cascading down his fist like white lava. Before he’d even finished, Julia scooted toward him, her mouth descending on his. He kissed her hard as he regained his focus. She drew back, her face mere inches from his. “I think this bath has left us both in need of a shower.