JENNA

 

A few months of wedding planning have surpassed. Bennett and I finally moved in together. We decided to buy a house. In the beautiful countryside of Nashville, we found a stunning private, gated estate. Initially we were looking for a house with only three bedrooms but these five bedrooms couldn’t be passed up. It has a big back yard for future barbecue’s and family gatherings, maybe even little Grey’s running around when the time comes. The gray exterior is inviting and bright.

Inside the floors gray laminated and off white walls invite anyone over. I had fallen in love the minute I stepped into the kitchen, even if I can’t cook, I can’t wait to watch Bennett enjoy his passion for cooking. The open floor plan makes for lots of space to entertain and enjoy our home.

However, my favorite room would have to be the bathroom. The claw foot white marble bathtub will make for many nights of relaxation. The gray and white tile floor with underfloor heating and white cabinets fills the room with ease. This bathroom will be my sanctuary.

 

“That’s the last of the box,” Bennett leaves the bedroom with an empty box.

“Awesome, so now we can live?” I joke after all the unpacking and cleaning up is finally finished.

“Looks like it,” he pushes me onto the bed.

“Where’d you put the box?” I’m confused inching away from him.

“In the hallway, I have better things to do,” he nuzzles my neck.

“Oh yeah, like what?” I giggle as he tickles me with his lips on my neck.

“Like making love to you,” he sucks on my neck instantly turning me on.

“What if I have other plans?” I try to act as if I’m not interested.

“You don’t,” his lips lick my earlobe.

“You don’t control me,” I joke.

“Wanna bet?” his lips press hard against mine and I can’t control myself any longer giving him exactly what we both desire.

“Let’s go to the tub,” he releases and carries me to the bathroom.

Sinking down in the almost scorching water, wincing slightly, before sighing as my body gets used to the warmth. Leaning my head backwards closing my eyes, loving how the hot water relaxes my muscles.

Suddenly, I feel his hands run up my thighs, coming to a stop at my hips, as water moves against me, put into motion by his body.

“Have I told you lately how gorgeous you are?” he murmurs as I open my eyes to look at him.

Giving a cute smirk, he smiles back.

Lying across from me in the big claw bathtub, I feel him inch closer to me, placing his body on top of mine he pulls me closer with his arms around my neck, stretching for a deeper kiss. Stopping only when I gasp.

“Have I told you how much I adore your skin?” he tugs lightly on my back.

“I think you might have mentioned it a time or two,” I smirk.

Returning the smile his hands continue to wander my body, mainly towards my thighs. Cocking his head raising an eyebrow, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

Biting my lips, I feel a finger run down my slit, before going slowly back up. I shiver from his touch watching him as he does once more. He’s teasing my body. Giving me exactly what I need.

Slowly circling my clit, he watches me lean my head back with pure desire in my eyes. Raising my legs placing them over the edge of the porcelain, moaning as I arch my back, his fingers picking up the pace.

Gripping the edge of the tub with my hands, his fingers deep inside of my pussy, his lips nibbling and licking my throat. My breathing picks up speed, my chest heaving up and down, my nipples rising from beneath the warm water, up into the colder air, and back down again. The change in temperature makes my nipples harden and send almost painful charges of lightning down to my clit.

It’s enough, combined with his mouth and fingers, to send me over the edge. I have to cling on to the edge to not slip beneath the surface of the water as my body trembles, a small cry escaping through my lips.

A breathless chuckle appears just beside my ear, shivering, which triggers a few more clenches, “are you okay?” he asks.

“More than okay,” I grin, “Feeling amazing.” I lean in to kiss his gentle lips.

Releasing his hold and sliding my legs back down into the water, we both sit up a bit straighter locking eyes with each other. “Turn around,” he more or less orders. Giving him a look of half-defiance, before doing exactly what he asks.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulling me close, resting his chin on my shoulder. Sliding my legs on each side of the tub, he mumbles into my ear, “Put your hands on the edge too, and hold on.” Gripping the side of the tub I feel his fingers massage my breasts. Softly at first, slowly applying more pressure, until kneading them. Every now and then, he lets his thumbs flicker over my nipples, each time hardening them a little more. My breathing more labored as he starts to pinch them, lightly rolling them between his fingertips. Wriggling beneath his touch, his teeth scraping along my skin, I start to moan. Pulling back the hood of my clitoris, I jolt each time. The way his body presses against mine has me trembling. I feel his cock slowly penetrate my pussy. He’s filling me up. I try to keep calm but he has me groaning and yearning for more. Thrashing around, water splashing over the edge, I moan and moan louder. “Oh god,” I scream as I feel the climax fill me. He continues to push deeper and harder thrusting me nearly into oblivion.

A quiet “oh god,” escapes from my lips, my hands releasing the edge of the tub, pulling my arms up. Within a moment, I’m slipping down beneath the surface, and just staring at him, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

“I told you to keep a hold on the edge,” he smiles pulling me close kissing my wet hair.

“Not my fault I slipped,” I shake.

During all the flailing, a lot of water had gotten out of the tub and the water started to cool down.

“Let’s go warm up in bed,” he picks me up and carries my wet and naked body to the bed wrapping me in the bed sheet to warm my cold body.

We’ve christened the house not just once or twice, but several times.