He hears the splash of water from their en-suite bathroom and turns to see her standing in the low-lit doorway. Her nude body, slender and slightly tanned is lit by the very candles she lit for her own bath – the bath he ordered her to run and soak in.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, hand marking the page of the book he’s reading to her while she bathes. Only now that book drops to the floor. He doesn’t do it to punctuate the moment with a gag, it’s just something that happens upon seeing her.
He feels like he is seeing her now for the very first time. It’s in the way the candles light the edges of her nude body, the way her wet hair lay in curls across her shoulders, the way he can just make out beads of water across her neatly-trimmed pussy.
And it’s in the way she stands – confident, still, her eyes not flicking back and forth between his as they do at times but watching him closely. Intently.
He gets the feeling something has suddenly started between them. A battle of wills, a clash of their minds. It is true this occurs between them, this is what has drawn him to her as a friend and lover and Dominant.
And yet…something feels different. Super-charged. Riding the wave high on caffeine.
He feels the rhythm of his heart in his chest and he feels his cock harden.
There it is! The slightest twitch in her eyebrow. The slightest smirk flickers on her face and is gone. She’s playing with him as he would with her.
“Do I have something on my face?”
Her voice is soft but it comes with an edge that he recognises.
He won’t bite though.
“Get on the bed.”
He’s thankful his arousal doesn’t cause his voice to stammer.
She moves past him and he sees that thing she does – the shrug without lifting her shoulders but it’s all there on her face. One might call him crazy for thinking that but he knows and she knows what she’s doing.
She slinks on to the bed, her slightly sun-kissed ass facing me in the darkness. Were it not for the purple night light resting on her bedside drawers, He could see the little things – the freckle on her left ass cheek. Or her trimmed pussy between her legs.
She lowers herself down so that she rests on her stomach and buries her head in her pillow.
As He grabs his own towel, hanging from the door of their cupboard to his left, He gets the strangest sense that she’s grinning to herself as her face is buried. He almost wants to ask but stops himself before the words form on his tongue. He knows she would like that.
Slipping out of his pants and freeing his aching cock, he gently crawls onto the bed behind her, careful of where her legs rest naturally.
He comes to kneel behind her, her ass directly below the throbbing head of his cock.
“We need to towel you off properly.” He says as he runs the cream coloured floral-printed towel over her right ass cheek, carefully dabbing at her still-wet skin.
“You didn’t answer me when I asked you if something was on my face.”
Her voice is muffled as she speaks into the pillow but he can hear the accompanying smile behind her words all the same.
“I don’t answer to you.” He says, moving the towel to her left ass cheek.
Carefully he runs the towel down her left leg, taking his time to work down to her feet, drawing out the moment.
When he reaches her ankles, he moves into her right leg, sliding the towel back up, carefully drying off the sides of her leg, to her ass.
She does not stir.
He raises the towel to the base of her spine and lowers himself to her, his hard cock skimming the curves of her ass. The feeling of her beneath him, his shaft pressing into her fresh, cool skin, makes him want to take her from behind, makes him want to hear her moan those soft cries and whimpers.
But he has her body to dry off.
“Arms up.” He says gently as he slides the towel to the base of her neck, content that he has dried her back.
She stretches her hands out either side of her neck and her body seems to lift and waken a moment as the stretch takes over her. He see her back raise, feels her ass nestle back into him. He wants to guide his cock into her right there – wants to fuck her till she’s winded — but he’s not done playing with her yet.
With his right hand, he presses down on her back, pressing her away from him, her ass away from his cock. He grinds into her on his own terms.
Which is exactly what he does as he runs the towel gently under her armpits, wrapping her arm in the towel and sliding it along upwards to her hands so that he dries every inch.
He repeats this with her right arm.
Then tells her to roll over.
She does – and the two of them come face to face for the first time in what feels like an age.
He throws the towel to the empty side of the bed and rests his hands on either side of her. His eyes travel down to her small tits – dotted with freckles. Her little pink nipples are hard and stiff. He wants to lower his mouth to them and suck them. He feels that hunger more so as he feels the heat from their bodies.
God how he wants her more then anything.
Instead, he looks her in the eye, not being able to help the smirk that spreads across his lips.
She looks back at him, her face unreadable and her eyes ever still.
“What now?” She asks him.