Ellis

 

Camilla’s lounging next to Liam while I read him a bedtime story. The act of her fingers running through his hair has put him to sleep, so she quietly climbs off his bed and pads to the door with me.

After we returned from taking the DNA test this evening, Camilla sent Irene home and took it upon herself to order pizza.

She made chocolate chip cookies while we waited for the delivery, and then just the three of us had a quiet evening, relaxing in front of the television.

It was as if we’d been a family since Liam’s birth. Camilla was comfortable, and he was, too, as he played on the floor nearby. The experience was foreign, yet I felt contentment for the first time in my life.

Even though I imagined I would settle down one day, I didn’t believe there was a woman I could feel connected to, yet Camilla seems accepting of my odd personality, and she puts me at ease in my own skin.

As soon as we’re in the hallway, Camilla smiles. Her hazel eyes gaze at me in an eager fashion as her hand slides up the front of my shirt and rests on my chest.

“Sir, can I have permission to do something for you?”

I smirk, curious where this is headed.

“Yes, you may.”

“Good, come with me.” Taking hold of my hand, she leads me to her bedroom. She grabs one of the handheld baby monitors off of her nightstand and pulls me to the bathroom. At the garden tub, she turns on the faucet and adjusts the water temperature.

Her smile afterward is shy, and her eyes struggle to meet mine. “Would you please let me bathe you … among other things?” A woman has never asked me to take a bath with her, but I admit she had me at among other things.

“I’ll agree as long as I direct you.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her radiant grin and lift of her shoulders convey giddiness, and I suppress a chuckle over her eagerness to experience this.

Setting the monitor by the sink, so we’ll hear Liam if he stirs, she then gathers towels and washcloths from the closet and lays them on a bench nearby.

“Strip down for me,” I say. Her smile vanishes before she removes her sweater. She strips off the rest of her clothing, and her seductive gaze keeps me fastened to all the beauty she possesses.

As she stands naked before me, her long hair cascades over her shoulders, and the tips of the strands touch her pointed nipples.

My eyes peruse her curvy body that’s speckled with light freckles, and the thought of no one knowing they’re there, beneath her clothes every day, turns me on more. She’s mine, and her creamy skin and beauty marks are only for my eyes to see.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her gaze drops, so I clutch the back of her hair and pull it downward, leaving her no choice but to look at me.

“Feel good about your body, Camilla. It’s perfect in my eyes.” Capturing her lips, I thrust my tongue in her mouth. As she kisses me back, she moans, and the needy sound thickens my dick on the spot.

Her desperation is evident from the pressure of her fervent tongue. It strokes over mine before she sucks it in like she can’t get enough.

Remembering the water is running, I pull back and glance at the tub. Almost full. “Undress me now.”

Her eyes, hazy with desire, guide her hands as she unbuttons my shirt and pushes it over my shoulders. She works swiftly at getting my pants unfastened next, and eager like her, I help at removing everything below the waist.

I hold her hand as she steps down inside the large tub, and a faint purr leaves her swollen lips once her breasts dip below the warm water.

I can still see the rounded shape of them, and something about it makes my dick ache. I want to taste her wet nipples and caress her tits. Climbing in after her, I move to the end opposite the faucet.

“Sir, can I wash you?” Feeling self-conscious, she lowers her gaze, but I’m pleased she’s making the effort to submit to me, pushing past her comfort zone.

“Yes, you may.” She floats my way, so I open my thighs, letting her move between them. Sitting back on her legs, she begins washing my body with the cloth, starting at my chest and then moving to my good arm. The other one still aches like a bitch, but I won’t dare tell her.

Her touch is relaxing but in an arousing sort of way, and I have the urge to touch her, too, so I reach between her arms to massage her tits.

Her nipples stiffen until they’re so damn pointy and hard beneath my fingers. Needing so much more from her, I swipe the washcloth from her hand.

“Grip my cock. Stroke it–slowly.” Dragging her teeth over her bottom lip, her fingers wrap around my shaft and begin moving up and down.

Slick, wet, and firm with pressure… It feels remarkable, and I may have to indulge in future baths with her. Stretching my arms out over the edge of the tub, I lay my head back and close my eyes.

She strokes my dick, and I feel the buildup in my balls. She touches them, too, a tease to egg me on.

“Don’t stop.” Moving over my thighs, she straddles me, and I can tell she’s trying to be gentle about it. She’s worrying too much about my injuries, and she needs to stop that shit because I’m about to take her hard in this tub.

It might be my new favorite place. Of course, I haven’t fucked her in my shower yet to compare the two. Oh, the things I look forward to doing with her...

Her hand releases me, and before I can lift my head, she sinks onto my cock. Fuck. I grab her waist and squeeze.

“You disobeyed and didn’t ask permission first. That earns you a punishment.”

She unveils a wicked smile, and it’s one that exudes the naughty side she’s growing more comfortable in sharing with me.

“Exactly,” she coos. Clenching her hips, I pull downward, burying my cock so deep in her pussy that she cries out and digs her nails in my shoulders. She lifts up and sinks down again, and I groan from how incredible she feels sheathed around me.

We both move her up and down until I erupt. My head tucks and eyes snap shut as my orgasm ricochets pleasure throughout my body. Once I’ve soaked up every ounce of ecstasy, I open my eyes and stare at her.

“I think I’ll let you off the hook for that one.” Reaching down between us, I find her clit and rub languid circles. She whimpers, and her eyelids fall. “Touch your tits for me. Play with them, and get me hard again.”

“Yes, Sir.” She fondles her breasts before she tugs on her pink nipples and twists them between her delicate fingertips.

Growling from the sight of her, I apply more pressure to her swollen clit and rub her pussy faster. Already, my dick’s waking up again as she grinds against it.

“Baby, I could never get my fill of watching you touch yourself.”

“Sir, I’m going to come. Please, may I?”

“Yes.” Reaching the threshold, she clutches the back of my hair, and a heady moan rushes from her cherry-stained lips. “Come, my Rose. Come for me now.”