She was waiting to hear the crunch of tyres on gravel, a key turned in a lock, familiar footsteps across the floorboards. He was late… or perhaps she was early. She shrugged. She couldn’t remember exactly whether she’d said 7 or 7:30, but once the tub was full of bubbles she hadn’t wanted to waste them, waiting only long enough to pour two glasses of bubbles of the alcoholic variety before removing her clothes and sliding into the luxuriating warmth.
She breathed deeply again. There was nothing Sasha enjoyed more than a warm bath full of bubbles, except, perhaps, to share that warm bath with a strong and sexy fella. She took a sip of the champagne, her fingers tracing the smooth lines of her stomach, extra soft from the rose-scented bath salts that sent up that delightful aroma. Soon they found her pubic hair, and she ran her fingers through the curls, almost distracted, as she half listened for movement outside. She took another sip of the champagne, feeling light-headed already, and sat the glass on the side of the tub, that hand moving to cup and caress a breast while the fingers of her other hand slid back and forth between her lips, gently stroking her labia and clit.
Sasha loved the feeling of her body being caressed by gentle hands. It was nicer if those hands belonged to someone else, of course, so Sasha could lie back and relax into the sensations, but even her own hands offered pleasures and comfort, and in the absence of another pair… well… they did the job. She laid her head back on the head rest, eyes closed, focusing on the touch of her fingertips over her skin. Her finger found her clit again and she flicked it, relishing the sensation. She rolled it between two fingers, simultaneously rolling a nipple, enjoying the tingle that travelled her spine and made her shiver with delight. As her fingers did their work she lost herself to the sensations, small gasps leading to louder moans, until finally all the energy that built up in her body released and she came.
She leaned back in the water, eyes still closed.
“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that sort of welcome.” The deep voice brought her out of her reverie and her eyes snapped open.
“You’re here! I didn’t hear you come in.”
Henry laughed. “With the amount of noise you were making, I’m not surprised.” He began to undo the buttons on his shirt. “I hope you were just getting started.”
It was Sasha’s turn to laugh. “Just getting warmed up,” she said. “Couldn’t start without you.”
“Glad to hear it.” He grinned, sliding into the tub.
“I bought you something, by the way.” He leant out of the tub to grab a small white box.
“Close your eyes, and open your mouth.”
Sasha did as she was told. What he put in her mouth was cold and hard, but still she instantly recognised the bittersweet taste of dark chocolate, and as she bit down on the thick layer it cracked to reveal the soft, sweetness of a fresh strawberry hidden beneath.
“Mmm…” Sasha said, taking her time to savour the flavour flowing across her tongue, before opening her eyes. “Did you make these?” she asked, as he held out another for her to take in her mouth.
“You kept that hidden.” She smiled.
“Gotta keep the surprises coming,” he said. “Can’t have you losing interest.”
“Ha!” She laughed, her eyes travelling down his well-defined body to the thick erection below. “I doubt that’s ever gonna happen.”
She leaned forward to place a kiss on his lips, her fingers running through the tight curls on his chest.
“I think we’ve done enough talking, don’t you?” She raised an eyebrow and he grinned, wrapping an arm around her to spin her around so he was on top, the bath water splashing over the edge of the tub, his thick shaft pressing between her legs.
“Most definitely,” was his husky reply.
Bio: Heather Kinnane is an Australian author who writes steamy stories in all genres. Her debut novella ‘A Faery Dream’ is out now! http://heatherkinnane.com