Aiden takes me into his arms and presses his lips to mine.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “It just threw me for a loop a bit.”

“It’s okay, I understand. It’s not for everyone.”

“Can we try something else then?” he asks after a moment.

My heart sinks into my stomach. I’m scared to disappoint him again, but there’s no way I’m going to do anything that I don’t want to do.

“Okay,” I say, tentatively.

Without another word, Aiden takes my hand and leads me to the far end of his stateroom, to his private bathroom.

The bathroom is modern in every sense of the word. Everything is white on white on gray. Contemporary finishes and white stone with sparkling inlays. The large tub at the end of the room, by the bay window, is deep, egg-shaped, and claw footed. It’s one of those old-fashioned tubs which are completely brand new. Aiden leans over and turns on the faucet, which sits comfortably in the middle of the tub. He drops a large bath bomb into the water and the whole room explodes with the aroma of lavender and honey.

Aiden takes off his t-shirt and peels off his tight jeans. When he approaches, I become keenly aware of just how fully dressed I am.

“Will you let me bathe you?” he asks. I take a step back, wrapping my arms around myself as tightly as I can. We have been intimate many times before, and yet this feels like it will be more intimate than anything else that we have done.

“I don’t know,” I say.

“Are you serious?” He laughs.

“I know, it’s silly right?” I shrug. “But…bathe me? Why do you want to bathe me?”

“Because I want to drape your beautiful body with water. I want to see you.”

Shivers run up my spine. He dims the lights until the room is lit up by candlelight. I admire his chiseled physique. Each muscle in his body protrudes with each breath, calling me to him. I press my fingers against his six pack and run them over each individual muscle group.

“Oh, no,” Aiden whispers, pushing my hands back.

“What?”

“You can’t touch me unless you get into the bath.”

“What?” I ask, smiling.

“What’s fair is fair. I want you. And I can tell that you want me, too. But I’m not giving you what you want unless I get a little of what I want.”

I shake my head. Then something occurs to me. I push up my shirt and reveal my stomach. He stares at my midriff until I drop my shirt back down.

“There. You got something.”

Aiden starts to laugh. A deep, bellowing laugh that fills my whole body with joy.

“What? Was that not enough for you?” I ask. He shakes his head and grabs me.

“Hell, no.”

With one swift motion, he throws me gently into the water. It takes me a moment to even realize what has happened.

“Oh my God! I’m wet!”

“More like soaking wet.”

I splash the water at him, but it’s not much of a deterrent. Instead, he simply kneels down next to me and smiles that beautiful smile of his. I laugh as well, as the water seeps into every part of me. My jeans feel incredibly heavy and my shirt clings to every part of me.

“I can’t believe you did that,” I say, pushing my hair to the top of my head and tying a loose knot.

“I love you,” Aiden whispers, brushing some water from my face. “I love you very much.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now that you’re wet, we’re going to have to do something about these clothes.” He tugs at my shirt and pulls it over my head. I consider protesting, but the warm water and his gorgeous body are just too hard to pass up. I give in and let him undress me. Pulling off my jeans proves to be a much harder process, but with a little bit of help from me, he eventually succeeds.

“You should’ve let me undress you when you were dry,” Aiden says.

“Yeah, maybe. But it wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun.”

My bra and panties slip off much more easily and I’m left entirely naked before him. Even though he looks at me with nothing but love and admiration, I am very well aware of my own flaws. Maybe a little bit too aware. There’s the pouch under my belly button that’s a bit too big and my thighs, which could use a little toning. My body is nothing like those his previous dates had - all those models and actresses he bedded. Yet, he barely notices. In fact, he doesn’t seem to notice at all.

“Look at me,” Aiden says, putting his index finger under my chin. “Why the sad face?”

“I’m just a little…uncomfortable,” I say, covering my stomach with my arms. I’m not sure why I’m feeling particularly vulnerable right now. Perhaps, it’s the warm weather and the hot bath - they tend to showcase a lot of imperfections.

“You shouldn’t. You are beautiful and I want to spend my days staring at your gorgeous body.”

I nod and let my arms go. It feels nice to give in and not worry so much. As I move my hands around in the hot water and relax, bubbles finally start to build up from the bath bomb. Within a few moments, the entire tub is filled with effervescent round circles of soap.

“Close your eyes.”

When I do as he says, a stream of hot water rushes down my face. Aiden’s squeezing a sponge over my head. Losing myself in the moment, I lie back in the tub and surrender. Slowly, Aiden dips the sponge under the water and runs it over my neck, breasts and stomach. Carefully, he takes each arm out of the water and runs the sponge over it, back and forth.

“This feels so good.”

“I’m glad.”

A few moments later, he stops. I open my eyes and look up at him with disappointment.

“Oh, I see, you seem to have enjoyed that.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want to get bathed?”

“I guess I was wrong.”

Aiden gives me a brief kiss on the lips before asking, “Mind if I join you?”

I shake my head no.

I move a little to make room, but the tub is so big and deep that there’s plenty of room for both of us.

Aiden lowers himself in front of me. I pick up some water in my hands and run it over his neck, watching it scroll down. He reaches for some body wash behind him and lathers it up in his hands. Then he rubs the soft foam into my shoulders.

I close my eyes. He runs his hands over my breasts, pausing briefly at my nipples. It tickles and I laugh a little.

I take some of the foam off my body and place it on his, rubbing gently as I make my way down his neck and back, submerging my fingers into the water.

I lean toward him and press my lips to his. He pulls me closer. He is in control now and I surrender. I love the feel of his hands all over me, directing me into whatever direction he wants to take me. He wraps my legs around his and pushes my hair away from my neck.

Shivers run down my spine as he positions my body on top of his. I press my legs tightly to him as he takes my butt into his hands. He smiles and gives me a flirtatious squeeze. Slowly, he lowers me on top of him and pushes himself deep inside. I feel as if my body is being pierced through and I let myself go.

“I love being inside of you,” he whispers as our bodies become one. Intertwined, he presses his lips onto mine and then parts them forcefully with his tongue.

I moan and bury my hands in his hair. I need to be even closer to him. My body starts to move up and down as if on its own. Despite the fact that I have him, I want him. All of him. Our kisses become more frantic. He pulls on my hair with his hands and I moan and toss my head back in ecstasy.

He’s holding me up and guiding my movements. I slide up and down his large cock and my body starts to swell from the pleasure that’s building up in between my legs. When he finds my clit and rubs against it as well, I can’t contain anything within me anymore.

“Aiden!” I moan into his ear. A few moments later, while I’m still riding the high of my climax, he reaches his.

“I…love…you,” he mumbles as he moves faster and faster in and out of me until he finally collapses underneath me.

We sit in the tub, with our bodies intertwined together, until the water turns cold. This actually takes a while since the tub is quite expensive and is made from some material with great insulation.

“I’ve never had sex in the water before,” I say.

“How was it?”

“Perfect.”

The water slowly runs out of heat, and yet both Aiden and I refuse to move a muscle. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I feel as if I’m under a spell. If I were to make a move to get out, the whole moment would shatter and would make it as if none of this had never happened.