jumping to conclusions, flying off the handle, beating myself up, and running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Okay, that was an exaggeration…and I had been getting more exercise since Luke came along. We enjoyed taking walks…and other things.
Speaking of other things….
Luke opened a bottle of body wash and poured some into his hands. He rubbed his hands together and began massaging my shoulders. I moaned as he stroked the muscles in my shoulders and back.
“Lean forward,” he said.
I did as he instructed, and he worked on down to my lower back. He then took a washcloth and squeezed water over my soapy skin, giving me delicious chills.
“Turn to face me now.”
I turned, and he picked up a folded towel that had been lying by the tub.
He handed me the towel. “Roll this up and put it behind you so you won’t hit the water faucet if you lean back.”
“You really think of everything, don’t you?” I asked.
He nodded, lathered up his hands again, and took my right foot in his hand. He massaged my feet, pulling gently on each of my toes, and then he began stroking my legs. He deeply massaged my calf and then worked his way up to my thighs.
I arched my pussy toward his hand.
“Not yet,” he said with a grin.
He rinsed my right foot and leg and then kissed the bottom of my foot, making small circles with his tongue on my arch.
“Luke, please….”
“Not yet,” he said.
He repeated the entire process with my left foot and leg, and this time when he worked his way up my thigh, I took his hand and pulled it toward my clit.
He tsked, flicked my clit a couple times with his thumb, and told me not to be so impatient. He took my legs and gently pulled me closer. The rolled-up towel fell into the tub behind me.
“Leave it,” he said, as I started to turn and get it. “You’re not finished with your bath.”
My body quivered with excitement.
He soaped up his hands and began caressing my neck, then my chest. He ignored my nipples—which were straining for his touch—and went on down to my stomach.
He watched my face and smiled.
“You’re so mean,” I said.
“What happened to you’re incredible ?”
“You are incredible. You’re just frustrating me to death right now!”
He chuckled. “I know.”
He finally moved his thumbs to my nipples, fondled them for a moment, and then rolled them gently between his thumbs and index fingers.
I tried to take his erect cock in my hand, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Not yet,” he said for the umpteenth time.
After kneading my breasts, I thought he was finally getting around to my pussy. But, no, he simply gave my clit a couple of agonizing strokes before taking the washcloth and rinsing my torso.
I cried out in frustration. “Please, Luke! Please, please, please!”
He grinned. “How badly do you want it?”
“I’m aching for it. You know I am!”
“I do know,” he said. “And I love it.” He stood.
I took that opportunity to get on my knees and suck him like I was dehydrated in the dessert and that his dick was a glass of the best spring water I’d ever tasted.
He eased me away from him. “You know I love it, but it’s my turn to tantalize you.”
“Haven’t you done enough?” I asked. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
He smiled, got out of the tub, and held open his arms. I stepped out and into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed me, his erection growing even larger as he explored my mouth with his tongue.
He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me on the edge of the bed, lifted my legs to his waist, and drove his cock inside me.
“Yes!”
I arched my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust until we came together in a shattering orgasm.
“Was it worth the wait?” Luke asked softly.
“Oh, yeah….”
He pulled out of me and sank onto the bed beside me, wrapping one arm around my waist. “You feel so good.”
“ I feel good? You feel good,” I said. “You feel
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