“You’re very kind.” She smiled at him.
“Not that kind.”
“And very patient.”
“Not that patient. Now hurry and decide to kiss me Honey.” He teased.
She leaned over to him and kissed him, a teasing kiss at first and then more fully as time went on. Her hands found their way in to his longish black hair and she loved the feel of running her fingers through it. It was soft and silky. The steamy water was making it curl just a little on the ends.
She nipped at his bottom lip. “I want in there.”
“By all means.” He opened his mouth a little and Honey let her tongue explore at will as she kissed him over and over. He was a great kisser and very responsive.
This was fun she realized. She did have the control and the desire, so she began to run her hands over his chest. She loved the smattering of dark hair. She made a big production out of kissing his scars. First the ones on his shoulder and then the ones on his chest. She ran her hands up and down his big arms, touching and caressing. This big strong man was all hers for the taking and she could do whatever she wanted. She was a little heady with the power.
“I’m going to help you just a little Honey.” He told her. Then she felt his hands at her waist. He lifted her so that she was sitting on his lap, straddling him and facing him. The water was still bubbling and perking around them. The scented oils she had added to the water teased her nostrils.
“Oh.” She gasped. This was very intimate. She could feel his manhood resting there between her legs but she didn’t feel threatened. She felt needy and tingly.
Kiss me again. It’s okay. Don’t stop what you were doing.” He encouraged her softly. “I don’t want to rush you too much.”
She did. She kissed him and wiggled closer to him. His big arms went around her and she didn’t even mind that. His lips were warm and pliant. His kisses gentle and laced with desire. He was hot to the touch and growing warmer by the minute. Honey didn’t think the warmth of the water was the only thing that had to do with it.
“Touch me Deke.” She begged him. She needed to feel his hands on her. She needed it badly. “I need you to touch me.”
“Gladly.” His hands came around and landed on her shoulders. He explored her collar bones and shoulders with the lightest of caresses. “Take my hands Honey. Show me where you want me to touch you.” He looked her directly in the eyes.
“You know where.” She looked away and then back again.
“Show me.” He whispered confidently.
