Richard

“You think you’re sleeping in the guest room?” I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.

“I’m a guest in your home, it makes sense I would sleep in the guest room.

I didn’t say you couldn't join me,” she smiled coyly.

“You are not a guest in my home, you're my girlfriend.” I wanted her to understand this was something I was not willing to compromise on. She agreed to stay with me, in my house.

Which included my bed.

“I’m not ready to go there. I’m sure you’ve had the sheets changed since your last encounter, but I’m still not ready.” I thought I heard her voice quiver just a little.

“My last encounter was in a cabin, and my boat, and a draughty lighthouse, if I recall.”

I understood what she was implying. I took her hand and laid her palms on my chest above my heart.

“As God is my witness, Mac, you are the first encounter I have ever brought to my bed. You will be the only encounter I will ever bring to my bed.”

I stared deeply into her blue eyes. “You are the first woman I have ever brought into my home.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes wide with amusement and the corners of her mouth lifted.

“So what do you want to take advantage of first, the jacuzzi tub or the jet shower?”

I knew either would help her tired bones from sitting in the truck most of the afternoon.

“You, I want to take advantage of you.”

I wondered if the lust I saw in her eyes were simply a mirror of my own, reflecting back at me. I didn’t care, she wanted me. That was all I needed to understand at the moment.

I scooped her up in my arms and headed upstairs. “I’ve waited a long time to christen that jacuzzi tub.”

I sat her down on the edge of the tub. She began to unbutton her top. “Not so fast,” I took her hands and stopped her. “First, we pick out some of those lovely oils Haley went to the trouble of getting.”

I turned on the water and gauged the temperature.

I took a bottle off the vanity, opened it and placed it under my nose. I read the label, “Lavender.”

I placed the open bottle under her nose. She inhaled deeply and smiled.

I reached for another one. Mackenzie placed her hand on my arm.

“The one that says pink jasmine,” she told me, biting her bottom lip.

I took the bottle, opened it and took a whiff. I smiled my most wickedest grin and gave a low growl of approval.

“I will have to send Haley a very big thank you gift for this one.” I drizzled the liquid into the tub.

I lifted Mackenzie to her feet, “Now we take our time.” I began by unbuttoning her top and slipped it off her shoulder.

“Your turn,” I gestured for her to repeat the process with my shirt.

Next came her jeans.

Then mine.

I enjoyed watching her eyes widen with each action.

By the time we stood completely naked in front of each other, the water was ready.

I stepped inside the tub and held out my hand for Mackenzie to join me. I sat and motioned her to sit in front of me. She relaxed against my chest and stretched her long sexy legs until they reached the end.

“Are you comfortable?” I rasped huskily in her ear.

“Yes, very much so,” she whispered.

“Good, it wasn’t easy finding a tub long enough for my lanky legs,” I laughed.

“I’m glad we fit.”

I laced my arms around her. “I want to just sit, holding you, for now.”

She turned her head and kissed me below the ear, making a small whimpering sound of disappointment.

“Impatient, are we?” I teased. “I didn’t say where I was going to hold you.”

She gasped as I cupped her breasts and began kneading them, rubbing my thumb across her taut nipples. She raised her arms and wrapped them around my neck, giving me complete access.

She emanated a low moan, expressing her pleasure.

The smell of jasmine filled my nostrils. It was her scent, the one that tasted sweet on my lip. I ran my tongue across her collarbone, enjoying the sweetness I associated with her.

She turned her head and met my lip. Our kisses were soft, caressing, not the primal savagery we had experienced thus far.

I moved my hand down her flat abdomen to the joint of her apex. I slid my finger in her folds and fondled her clit. I silenced her moans with a kisses. She shuddered and that encouraged me to move to the next level.

I turned on the jets.

“Oh god, that feel so good,” she confessed. “I didn’t realize how relaxing this could be.”

I brought my knees up and cradled her butt under my feet, lifting her ass slightly. She squealed and instinctively raised her knees and lifted her butt. “Richard, you did that on purpose,” she accused.

“You didn’t like that, baby?” I took my hand and gently guided her back into place. She squealed again, but did not resist.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? I think it was originally designed to relax your lower back, but I like this effect much better,” I teased.

I used my fingers to slide her open, allowing the jets to stimulate her insides and clit.

“Come for me, baby, don’t hold anything back.”

I felt her body go limp against me and she let out a long sigh. I was content letting her reach her climax at her own pace. I was a master at pleasing women. It was what I had done for many years, with many women.

But Mackenzie wasn’t just any woman. She was the woman I intended to never let go.

I was aware of my undying lust for her. My all consuming passion. Did never letting go mean I wanted her for my wife? It would be the natural progression of a relationship.

This was no ordinary relationship. Physically, we had a connection that pushed me to the edge of insanity.

Emotionally was where I was having difficulties reaching her.

Sitting with her pressed into me, I couldn’t tell where my body ended and hers began. We were fused as one. I could easily slip inside her, making our physical connection complete.

This was not about my needs. I had all night to take her.

Hell, I had a month in which to take her any way I desired.

She let me guide her without resistance and I encouraged her to take charge of my own senses. Physically I had definitely met my match.

Her breathing was deep and steady. If I didn't know better, I swore she had fallen asleep relaxed against me with the jets stimulating her.

I glided my fingers slowly into her opening, careful not to startle her. My penetration was gentle, rhythmic to her breathing. Thrusting to the rise and fall of her breast, increasing as her breathing increased.

I bent and captured her mouth and silenced her cries at the exact moment her walls began to ripple and tighten. I felt the wetness of her climax cream around my fingers.

Her blue eyes widened as my tongue delved into her mouth with the same surge of my fingers as they fucked her while she writhed against me. Whatever dream state she had lulled herself into was disrupted the minute she came.

The second I was secure that she was totally spent, I withdrew from her body and turned off the jets. I released her mouth and drew in a long breath and let it out slowly. Her eyes no longer had a glazed over look of unawareness.

“Welcome back, baby, where did you go?”

I feared I had taken her to a place too familiar to what she felt with Michael. She didn’t call out his name, she didn’t call out any name. She was silent except for a few short cries of pleasure when she climaxed.

If she did go there, would she lie to me now she was back?

Would I want her to?