twat.
“There’s always room for improvement, Damon.”
Frowning, he sat forwards. “Right, lift up your pelvis.”
Giggling as he tried to pull my hips upwards, I batted his hands and shook my head. “I don’t think so. You’re good. You know it. I know it. Let’s just leave it there.”
“Good. I’m good ?”
Why do I even open my mouth?
“You’re amazing, incredible, the best, the king of making women come all over your mouth. There. Happy?”
He laid back. “Alright, you sound a bit bunny boiler complimentary.”
“What? What does that even mean?”
“You know, when a girl or a guy is embarrassingly cute about their better half.”
“Ah, yeah that does make me cringe. A girl at work is like that, ‘Tom is so amazing, Tom is so handsome, Tom is the best thing that ever happened to me, I love Tom so much’. Ugh, Tom needs to run for the pissing hills. Also, there is no way you found what I said embarrassing. You’re probably disappointed no one was around to hear it.”
“You know you’re probably the best kind of women.”
“Probably?” I raised my eyebrows. “I’m fucking ace and you know it.”
“You’ll do.”
There was nothing worth coming back with because we both knew we were probably the most sexually compatible people on the planet. Right now excluded because I kind of hurt and I wanted to have a lot more sex this weekend. I needed at least an hour to recover.
With Damon being quiet our bath was much more enjoyable, although I did love the banter and teasing.
“We need to meet Chloe and Logan in twenty minutes,” Damon said, stretching his arms out on the sides of the bath.
“No. I don’t ever want to get out,” I replied. Damon wet and naked and covered in snow-white bubbles was heaven.
He laughed. “I can’t believe I’m even in a bath.”
“Think you’ll be doing it again?”
“I know we’ll be doing it again.”
Sold!
I stretched my legs out; he took hold of my heel and started massaging the sole of my foot. Oh Jesus. That felt amazing. I heard myself moan and then the sharp intake of his breath.
“You’re not developing a foot fetish, are you?” I joked. Honestly I wouldn’t even care if it got me regular massages.
“No, I just like seeing you turned on.”
“Of course,” I muttered. “And that was a moan of appreciation not pleasure.”
“Hmm.” His hand travelled up the inside of my calf, rubbing with a gentle pressure that I felt everywhere . “Really, just appreciation?”
Narrowing my eyes, I said, “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“I’m just trying to give you a massage, Nell.” He tried to look innocent while his hand travelled further up my leg but it didn’t work. His eyes were too dark, too hungry and gave away his true motives.
I almost clamped my legs together as he reached the top of my thigh but I just couldn’t. Gripping the side of the bath with both hands, I panted, feeling needy and starved of sex even though it had only been about thirty minutes since the last time.
He proved, once again, that he was the Tongue King.
Damon
I hadn’t had a bath since I was a kid. Relaxing in hot water was a waste of time, I preferred to stand under a shower and get it over with. But Nell had completely changed my opinion. Who could hate baths when a stunning girl was at the opposite end? Especially when you could get your mouth on her.
She stood naked in front of the mirror brushing her black hair. The ends reached the curve at the small of her back when it was wet. My eyes travelled down further to that gap and I took a sharp intake of breath.
Her eyebrow lifted in the mirror. “Enjoying the view?”
I leant against the doorframe and folded my arms. “Very much. Hey, can you bend down and pick up that towel?”
Laughing, she shook her head and put the brush down. “Now why would I do that? We’re supposed to put them on the floor when we want housekeeping to change them.”
“Do we need new towels
“There’s always room for improvement, Damon.”
Frowning, he sat forwards. “Right, lift up your pelvis.”
Giggling as he tried to pull my hips upwards, I batted his hands and shook my head. “I don’t think so. You’re good. You know it. I know it. Let’s just leave it there.”
“Good. I’m good ?”
Why do I even open my mouth?
“You’re amazing, incredible, the best, the king of making women come all over your mouth. There. Happy?”
He laid back. “Alright, you sound a bit bunny boiler complimentary.”
“What? What does that even mean?”
“You know, when a girl or a guy is embarrassingly cute about their better half.”
“Ah, yeah that does make me cringe. A girl at work is like that, ‘Tom is so amazing, Tom is so handsome, Tom is the best thing that ever happened to me, I love Tom so much’. Ugh, Tom needs to run for the pissing hills. Also, there is no way you found what I said embarrassing. You’re probably disappointed no one was around to hear it.”
“You know you’re probably the best kind of women.”
“Probably?” I raised my eyebrows. “I’m fucking ace and you know it.”
“You’ll do.”
There was nothing worth coming back with because we both knew we were probably the most sexually compatible people on the planet. Right now excluded because I kind of hurt and I wanted to have a lot more sex this weekend. I needed at least an hour to recover.
With Damon being quiet our bath was much more enjoyable, although I did love the banter and teasing.
“We need to meet Chloe and Logan in twenty minutes,” Damon said, stretching his arms out on the sides of the bath.
“No. I don’t ever want to get out,” I replied. Damon wet and naked and covered in snow-white bubbles was heaven.
He laughed. “I can’t believe I’m even in a bath.”
“Think you’ll be doing it again?”
“I know we’ll be doing it again.”
Sold!
I stretched my legs out; he took hold of my heel and started massaging the sole of my foot. Oh Jesus. That felt amazing. I heard myself moan and then the sharp intake of his breath.
“You’re not developing a foot fetish, are you?” I joked. Honestly I wouldn’t even care if it got me regular massages.
“No, I just like seeing you turned on.”
“Of course,” I muttered. “And that was a moan of appreciation not pleasure.”
“Hmm.” His hand travelled up the inside of my calf, rubbing with a gentle pressure that I felt everywhere . “Really, just appreciation?”
Narrowing my eyes, I said, “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“I’m just trying to give you a massage, Nell.” He tried to look innocent while his hand travelled further up my leg but it didn’t work. His eyes were too dark, too hungry and gave away his true motives.
I almost clamped my legs together as he reached the top of my thigh but I just couldn’t. Gripping the side of the bath with both hands, I panted, feeling needy and starved of sex even though it had only been about thirty minutes since the last time.
He proved, once again, that he was the Tongue King.
Damon
I hadn’t had a bath since I was a kid. Relaxing in hot water was a waste of time, I preferred to stand under a shower and get it over with. But Nell had completely changed my opinion. Who could hate baths when a stunning girl was at the opposite end? Especially when you could get your mouth on her.
She stood naked in front of the mirror brushing her black hair. The ends reached the curve at the small of her back when it was wet. My eyes travelled down further to that gap and I took a sharp intake of breath.
Her eyebrow lifted in the mirror. “Enjoying the view?”
I leant against the doorframe and folded my arms. “Very much. Hey, can you bend down and pick up that towel?”
Laughing, she shook her head and put the brush down. “Now why would I do that? We’re supposed to put them on the floor when we want housekeeping to change them.”
“Do we need new towels
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