“Do I smell bad?” I tease him, making him frown.
“I could smell you all day and all night. I just thought...” he says, but I pat the empty space next to me.
“Come here then,” I tell him, and in a moment he has me in his arms, kissing me tenderly again.
“I just thought a bath might be nice, together,” he continues.
There’s a soft knock, followed by a low sounding chime.
“It’s okay,” he assures me. “Just dinner. I hope you like steak,” he says, kissing me again before tearing himself away to get the door, taking time to shut off the faucet on his way.
Never in a hurry, and always knowing exactly what he wants.
I sigh out loud, throwing myself back onto the thick pillows, stifling another squeal.
This is actually happening! It’s really happening to me.
He’s only got a thin towel wrapped around his waist, naked everywhere else and I still have to marvel at the man’s body when he reappears, wheeling a trolley covered with shiny silver domes, the smell of food filling the room and making me hungry.
The sight of him just so, making me hungry for everything else he has on offer.
“I might need that bath,” I warn him. “I’m feeling real dirty all of a sudden.”
I chuckle as he blushes, but flush hard myself once I see the tent pole springing to life right in front of me, making me groan out loud.
“I want that!” I exclaim, but Tony presses his finger to my lips.
“You need to eat first,” he lectures me, smiling with a twinkle in his eyes, his body flexing without effort as he lifts those lids, and in the process letting his towel slip quite by accident, but it makes me gasp.
I had no idea how big he really is, and it explains the pleasant ache I have which is already drenched and ready for more of what he’s packing.
“Food,” he says firmly, wheeling the trolley over. “Unless madam would prefer it in the tub?”
I make a face, who eats in the bath?
“Ever tried it?” he asks me, and I shake my head.
“Neither have I, wanna?”
The thought of being that much closer to him, in hot water and food…? I dunno. But I’ll take Tony over my own indecision any day.
Moments later, I’m up to my boobs in bubbles and Tony is serving us steak dinners onto the polished timber slab that sits across the enormous tub, big enough for more than the two of us, but filled nicely once Tony settles in behind me.
I can feel his manhood resting up against my back as I lean back into his body, wondering why he hadn’t suggested this earlier.
He spoils me.
Cutting my meat and feeding it to me, then taking a bite for himself off the same plate.
“Too much?” he asks, sounding concerned his idea of spoiling me might be weird, but I shake my head, my mouth full of food.
“No, I love this. It’s perfect,” I tell him, not having to turn around, feeling his thickness getting harder and fatter behind me.
Pulsing. Reminding me of the effect I have on him as well as the effect he has on all my appetites. Even the newly found ones.
There’s vegetables and a potato dish too. The food’s excellent but it’s the company I feel that makes it such a memorable moment.
Once we’ve eaten, he slides the board all the way down, past our feet even, and lays back just holding me, crossing his huge arms over my chest as I lay there with him, staring up at the moonless night through the glass domed ceiling above us.
I half think to myself if he deliberately has domes in all his places, or if they just come that way, but he interrupts my thought.
“What do you want, Ashlee. From life I mean?” he asks me suddenly, breaking my train of thought. The one where he has me bent over the edge of the bath, stuffing me full of my ideal dessert under a star filled glass dome, like a snow dome in my mind.
“What do I want?” I ask rhetorically, thinking for a moment.
“Well, it sounds silly, but I always wanted to be an actress,” I tell him truthfully, four years at college wasn’t just for shits and giggles.
I really did want to be an actress.
“Is that a fact?” he asks cryptically and starts humming to himself, filling a sponge with soap to wash down my front.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tony
If she was any sweeter, she would have set brittle in the tub, like toffee. But Ashlee’s more than sweet, she’s level-headed and grown beyond her years.
She knows what she wants, she’s just never been given the chance to prove she can be anything she wants.
For me though, her just being herself is enough. I know I’ve more than fallen for her, I’m hooked and I’ll never let her go. Not for anything.
We talk until the water grows cold and I top it up with hot water until it gets cold again, before we both just agree to go back to bed.
I dry her off, marveling at her body all over again, not minding that she just wants to snuggle once she dried me off, even though I’m rock hard the whole time.
“It’s just what you do to me,” I remind her. “It doesn’t always mean we have to… y’know?”
“I thought I wanted to,” she confesses. “I really did, but after all that food and the bath… I just want to sleep.”
I feel the same. It’s been a big day and we climb into the even bigger bed, doing our spoon thing and settling into complete bliss just holding each other.
I start to ask her something, but realize she’s already asleep, and I’m not far behind her.
We’re on a boat, a skinny boat of some kind and Ashlee points over to the horizon… there’s a farm or something. A double story building surrounded by ancient trees. She has a baby in her lap, and I know it’s our
