were tender but she was sure it wasn't a long-lasting issue. The bath should fix her. Tanner must have known that.
She opened her eyes to see Tanner looking at her. The water was up to his chest. He leaned back with his arms along the rim of the tub and seemed unable to take his eyes away from her. She felt embarrassed for a moment, realizing that she'd allowed him to fuck her, but the feeling evaporated. Looking at Tanner she felt safe, comfortable - all his. And she was very happy.
"It feels good in here," she told him. "It's so relaxing. My muscles will turn soft if I stay under these massaging jets of water for long. ”
She looked at him quietly fo r a moment and then revealed, "Last night was wonderful for me." It felt so good, better than she'd expected. If she'd had any idea what she was missing, she may not have waited for Tanner, she thought smugly.
On the other hand, he was very experienced and she wondered if she has given him even half the pleasure he'd given her. "Was I okay for you?" She asked.
Tanner smiled at the memory of sex with her. "Yes, baby. You were everything I imagined and more. And you are so beautiful. I don't know how I'll get enough of you," he admitted. "I want you again, but penetration is out. I want you to heal first. We have other options."
The smug look on his face made her curious. "Like what?" She asked.
"You'll see. But not now, just enjoy your bath," he ordered.
"Bossy, aren't you? Maybe I'd rather play," she countered.
Tanner's blue eyes locked onto hers. "Beware of tempting me," he warned.
Tanner reached for the soap and rag. He began washing her body, every delicious curve. His cock was hard, under the water. Once he was satisfied, he washed his own body and Natalie gasped when he stood. His cock was swollen and ready for her again. He enjoyed her lustful look, knowing her arousal.
"Not yet," he said and guided her out of the tub, drying her with a soft towel. She felt like a treasured possession, the way he handled her. He made her feel different, special. She liked it.
"Let me dry you," she said, looking forward to touching his smooth, lean body. He smiled and handed her a towel. Natalie dried him head to toe, lovingly. All down his rock hard form, she ran the towel, over his wide shoulders, his pumped biceps and his muscled chest.
Then , she got on her knees and dried down his ripped abdomen and down his legs, every inch of him beautiful. Last was his hard penis, seemingly ever ready for her. She put the towel around his waist, wrapping it behind him and leaned her cheek against his hardness, hands on his buttocks, hugging him to her in a loving embrace.
Tanner stood still through the entire process, watching Natalie and enjoying her touch and handling of him. He placed his hands on the back of her head, holding her to him, feeling the heat rise in his loins. Delayed gratification was pleasurable , but the pain of waiting was surely torture.
Tanner lifted Natalie to her feet and leaned in to kiss her breasts, running his tongue over each nipple and noticing how hard they were already. He kissed up her neck, under her jaw and found her warm lips. His mouth slanted over hers in a passionate kiss and Natalie felt weak. She wanted him so much.
He found two plush robes and , after he wrapped them both, put his arm around Natalie's waist, taking her to the sitting room. "Room service should be ringing shortly. You must be hungry," he announced.
"You already ordered? How did you know I'd be hungry or what I'd want?" She challenged.
"Sex takes energy. I don't want you fading on me. And it's late in the evening. I thought scrambled eggs, caviar and toast would be a good choice. And cappuccino, of course," he added.
She marveled at how he was always so controlled and had everything planned out. The date had been so organized and every detail attended to. Truly, it was the most romantic evening she could imagine. But, she wondered if he ever did anything spontaneously.
She opened her eyes to see Tanner looking at her. The water was up to his chest. He leaned back with his arms along the rim of the tub and seemed unable to take his eyes away from her. She felt embarrassed for a moment, realizing that she'd allowed him to fuck her, but the feeling evaporated. Looking at Tanner she felt safe, comfortable - all his. And she was very happy.
"It feels good in here," she told him. "It's so relaxing. My muscles will turn soft if I stay under these massaging jets of water for long. ”
She looked at him quietly fo r a moment and then revealed, "Last night was wonderful for me." It felt so good, better than she'd expected. If she'd had any idea what she was missing, she may not have waited for Tanner, she thought smugly.
On the other hand, he was very experienced and she wondered if she has given him even half the pleasure he'd given her. "Was I okay for you?" She asked.
Tanner smiled at the memory of sex with her. "Yes, baby. You were everything I imagined and more. And you are so beautiful. I don't know how I'll get enough of you," he admitted. "I want you again, but penetration is out. I want you to heal first. We have other options."
The smug look on his face made her curious. "Like what?" She asked.
"You'll see. But not now, just enjoy your bath," he ordered.
"Bossy, aren't you? Maybe I'd rather play," she countered.
Tanner's blue eyes locked onto hers. "Beware of tempting me," he warned.
Tanner reached for the soap and rag. He began washing her body, every delicious curve. His cock was hard, under the water. Once he was satisfied, he washed his own body and Natalie gasped when he stood. His cock was swollen and ready for her again. He enjoyed her lustful look, knowing her arousal.
"Not yet," he said and guided her out of the tub, drying her with a soft towel. She felt like a treasured possession, the way he handled her. He made her feel different, special. She liked it.
"Let me dry you," she said, looking forward to touching his smooth, lean body. He smiled and handed her a towel. Natalie dried him head to toe, lovingly. All down his rock hard form, she ran the towel, over his wide shoulders, his pumped biceps and his muscled chest.
Then , she got on her knees and dried down his ripped abdomen and down his legs, every inch of him beautiful. Last was his hard penis, seemingly ever ready for her. She put the towel around his waist, wrapping it behind him and leaned her cheek against his hardness, hands on his buttocks, hugging him to her in a loving embrace.
Tanner stood still through the entire process, watching Natalie and enjoying her touch and handling of him. He placed his hands on the back of her head, holding her to him, feeling the heat rise in his loins. Delayed gratification was pleasurable , but the pain of waiting was surely torture.
Tanner lifted Natalie to her feet and leaned in to kiss her breasts, running his tongue over each nipple and noticing how hard they were already. He kissed up her neck, under her jaw and found her warm lips. His mouth slanted over hers in a passionate kiss and Natalie felt weak. She wanted him so much.
He found two plush robes and , after he wrapped them both, put his arm around Natalie's waist, taking her to the sitting room. "Room service should be ringing shortly. You must be hungry," he announced.
"You already ordered? How did you know I'd be hungry or what I'd want?" She challenged.
"Sex takes energy. I don't want you fading on me. And it's late in the evening. I thought scrambled eggs, caviar and toast would be a good choice. And cappuccino, of course," he added.
She marveled at how he was always so controlled and had everything planned out. The date had been so organized and every detail attended to. Truly, it was the most romantic evening she could imagine. But, she wondered if he ever did anything spontaneously.
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