by Dani Benjamin
(05/12/04)
She lets out a low groan of pleasure as she sinks into
the hot water, clothed in bubbles. The scent of
honeysuckle fills the dim room, lit only by candles.
Her eyes close as she lays back, feeling each muscle
in her body relaxing in the hot bath, the steam
curling the errant wisps of hair escaping the pins
that hold the fiery mass of waves up on top of her
head. A smile spreads slowly across her features as
her mind drifts to thoughts of him...always him.
She senses him before he makes a sound. The very air
pressure in the room changes with his presence. Lazily
opening her eyes, she finds him leaning against the
doorway, his powerful form silhouetted in the light
from the bedroom. As her deep blue eyes meet his dark
ones, her breath is taken from her in a soft gasp,
and she feels the familiar lurch within her sex,
followed by a flood of warmth. Unable to withstand the
intensity of his gaze, she quickly lowers her eyes,
the heat of the blush racing beneath her flesh.
His low voice echoes in the small room, as with a
satisfied grin, he speaks one word.
"Display."
Responding as she's been trained, she pushes herself
to her feet, her hands lifting to lock her fingers
behind her neck, her feet moving shoulder's width
apart. She pushes her elbows back, full breasts thrust
forward, her rosy nipples peeking out through the
bubbles like cherries on a sundae. Even with her eyes
downcast, she feels his dark gaze searing her flesh.
Her heart hammers in her chest as he moves closer, her
pulse fluttering wildly as he approaches.
She watches, careful not to meet his eyes. He removes
his jacket and hangs it over the edge of the door, and
begins to roll his shirtsleeves up over his forearms.
Her eyes are riveted on his hands, the large, powerful
hands that are capable of manipulating her body with
such delicate precision. He brings to their lovemaking
the same intense concentration that he gives to his
music. Each touch is measured for maximum effect.
He reaches past her and takes a large natural sea
sponge from a shelf. As he leans to immerse it in the
water, she swallows a moan as his clean, male scent
reaches her nose. He stands again and brings the wet
sponge up over her shoulder, then squeezes it. The
water cascades over her flesh, taking with it the
bubbles. He continues to use the sponge to rinse her
body, not touching her skin, but methodically dunking
and then squeezing the large sponge until every
curve of flesh is revealed to his gaze. She
trembles as he leans back for a moment, silently
appraising all that is his. She emits a small whimper
as her nipples tighten into achingly hard nubs under
his gaze, using all of her concentration to remain
still.
He squeezes the remaining water from the sponge and
lightly passes it across the tip of each nipple, dark
eyes smiling as a shiver ripples through her and a low
groan escapes her parted lips. Using long, rhythmic
strokes, he passes the sponge across her tender flesh.
The friction caused by the nearly dry sponge sets her
nerve endings on fire as he passes the sponge over her
skin, working from her throat down across her aching
breasts, to her belly, leaving no place untouched. She
turns at his command, and he continues buffing her
curves, the tormenting friction causing small whimpers
and moans to escape as her flesh is suffused with a
soft rosy flush. A tap on her shoulder and she turns
again to face him, her breath coming in tremulous
gasps, the pupils of her eyes fully dilated and the
air filled with the sweet musky scent of her arousal.
Trailing a fingertip down her side, he traces the
sweet flare of her hip and taps her thigh with a
whispered, "Relax and lift." As she begins to drop her
arms, he pulls them to his shoulders. He waits as she
lifts the leg he tapped to rest her foot on the edge
of the tub. He begins again to stroke with the dry
sponge, long rhythmic passes along her thigh, over her
knee to her foot. He holds her hands and pulls her
till she rests the dry foot on the floor, her other
foot now resting on the edge of the tub. Again, he
strokes with the sponge, the sensations causing her
fingers to grip his broad shoulders as she struggles
to support herself on one shaky leg.
With maddening slowness, he works his way back up the
inside of her leg, the sponge rasping against her
inner thigh, her mewling sounds getting louder as the
flames race beneath her flesh. Her body shaking, she
barely manages to utter a hoarse whisper, "Please...oh please...." as the sponge teases across the puffy
lips of her sex.
With a deep growl, he drops the sponge, and as one arm
snakes around her waist, his other hand grips her sex,
lifting her to her toes. "Whose is this?" he hisses.
"Yours...oh, yours!" She lifts frantic blue eyes to
his, a deep furrow crossing her tortured brow as the
sound of her blood rushing fills her head with
thunder. Her hips rock against him, and the heel of his
hand grinds against her erect clit. A growl
reverberates in her throat as she shakes her head, her
teeth gritting as she fights to hold herself on the
brink of release. He smiles and leans down, pausing
just before his lips claim hers to murmur one word...
"Now."
His fingers curl, three of them plunging deep within
her as his mouth takes possession of hers
in a bruising kiss, swallowing her scream of release.
His tongue claims the darkest recesses of her mouth
and her slippery walls ripple and contract around his
fingers. He holds her shuddering form tight against
his, as her soul takes flight.
