Christian (The Mitchell/Healy Family #3)(59)
Author: Jennifer Foor

She tossed her bag down on the king-sized bed and turned to face me. “I’m goin’ to take a bubble bath.” She began to back away. “Do you want to join me?”

“Does your Gram know you’re here?”

“Yep. We have the whole wing to ourselves tonight.”

Knowing we’d be alone me feel better, so I followed her toward the master bathroom. She kissed me slowly when I caught up to her, leading us both onto the cold, ceramic tiled floor. “We don’t have to go all the way, Chris. I’m puttin’ it out there, so you know.”

“Take off my clothes,” she whispered against my lips.

I think this was the moment I knew she wasn’t going to back down. I felt her determination as our lips pressed together, and from years of being with this woman, I was sure she wasn’t going to tell me to stop.

Chapter 37

Christian

I could feel him entering the room behind me. His presence allowed me to stay motivated with my plans. First I lit a few candles, placing them around the tub. Then I set the temperature of the water and poured in a little bit of soap to create the bubbles.

That was the easy part. The next steps would require me to be confident. In my honest opinion this task would be harder than intercourse.

Even though he’d seen me naked a hundred times, I trembled at the thought of revealing myself to him. Within a few steps he was up against my body, his hands clenching the fabric to my shirt. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I anticipated it being lifted over my head. Ethan peered into my eyes, saying nothing when he raised it up over my breasts. Even with a bra on, my nipples were tingling. I couldn’t contain my heavy breathing.

When the shirt came off of my head completely I parted my lips, accepting another kiss from Ethan. The taste of his tongue lingered on my own when he pulled away.

It took me a second to open my eyes, even when I felt his hands reaching around my back. With little effort my bra strap was unfastened. Ethan kept his focus on me as he pulled it away to fall at our feet. I kept my hands at my sides, watching him step back and take me in. The way he made me feel was indescribable. It was so obvious that he was consumed by undressing me. The lump in his pants was only half the proof. His heavy eyes told me that he was high on the idea of continuing.

Very slowly Ethan crouched down and took hold of my pants. With a light tug they came down over my hips, sinking until they sat at my ankles. I stepped out of them while watching him looking up at me.

I expected him to remove my underwear quickly so that he could undress and join me in the tub, but Ethan wasn’t in a hurry. His eyes traveled down my body until he stared straight forward at my lace panties. I felt so warm, even with the cold tile beneath my feet.

The pressure of his initial touch between my legs almost made them buckle. It wasn’t only about the anticipation. My desire to make love to him, without regret, or worries, was causing me to shake profusely. I wasn’t afraid, but more excited. I knew it was important to be able to let go and get lost in the moment. His touch only sparked a fire that I knew would burn all night long.

I watched Ethan’s face slip forward until he was only an inch away from my covered pussy. He teased the elastic that clung to my hips, only to let go again. His hot breath blew over the fabric, heating between my legs. His eyes, focused on mine, blinked slowly as he leaned forward to drag his bottom lip over me there. It was just a trace, nothing with enough force to cause a reaction. Still, I found myself craving for it to happen again.

Next Ethan pulled down my panties, revealing my sensitive sex. He leaned forward and kissed my pussy, only to stand up as my underwear fell to the floor. I watched my boyfriend ripping off his shirt, followed by his pants and boxers. For a few seconds I wondered if we were going to make it to the tub before he tried to touch me again. Just standing there, seeing him so hard because of me made me feel desirable.

Ethan grabbed my hand before slipping it down in the warm soapy water. I stepped in after him, appreciating the temperature and the fact that bubbles would prevent him from seeing any imperfections on my naked skin.

I knew it was silly. Besides my parents, this man had seen all of me. He’d seen me laugh, cry, and lose myself. Hiding from him only meant I wasn’t ready to accept what I couldn’t change. Knowing how important it was for me to change, I stood up from the bubbles and sat back down on the edge of the large soaking tub. My skin glistened as the remaining suds began to pop, exposing more of me for Ethan’s viewing pleasure.

He adjusted in the tub, slipping his wet hands up my legs. When he reached my knees he stopped, and I got an inkling that maybe he was worried about how far to go. “Don’t stop,” I whispered.

Ethan inched his way up to my thighs, all the while watching my reaction. It was apparent that he was prepared for me to stop him, in which I wasn’t going to. When he paused I used my toes to push him away, not because I was done, but for the purpose of grabbing his undivided attention.

He sank down in the other end of the tub waiting for me to do something. Feeling completely out of my realm, I slipped my wet hands over my breasts, sliding easily over my hard nipples. I could feel an intense burning between my legs as I fondled myself this way. It had been a while since I was able to touch myself without cringing. Ethan’s eyes watched me, while I continued massaging my body. I ran one hand down between my legs, coursing over my clit once before going back to my breast. I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out loudly. This intense teasing was only making me hotter, so much that my body felt like it was burning up. “Touch me,” I managed to say.

He grabbed a washcloth that was folded on the ledge and lathered it with some scented soap. Starting on my left leg, he scrubbed my skin until he made his way to my inner thigh. I could feel that rag so close to my sweet spot, taunting me in ways that only Ethan could. When he pulled it back I felt disappointed. Then he rinsed it off, splashing the water all around my most private of areas. He peered at it, inching closer as if to touch it with his mouth. I gasped when I could once again feel his hot breath blowing over it. “I want you so bad, babe.” He kissed me there, slowly without tongue, letting his soft lips linger there.

It was almost too much to bear. My increased breathing was more obvious as I attempted to tell him to proceed. “Ethan,” his name played off my lips. “Taste me.”

His tongue felt like a million kisses all at once as it flicked over my clit. He slurped my pussy into his mouth, sucking it just enough and then letting go. My body arched at the moment I felt his warm tongue drawing circles over my bud. I tangled my fingers into locks of his hair, clenching them as he took me to places I never thought I’d go again. I could feel him pleasing me everywhere, in every crevice of my existence. I was losing myself in him, exactly what I knew would happen if I’d just let go.