He slings a towel around his hips, and grabs another soft, white, fluffy towel off the towel warmer and wraps it around me. He pulls me against him and kisses me deeply, passionately, before letting go so he can dry my body.
Oh my.
He runs the towel up and down me, soaking up the extra moisture. I can’t resist leaning forward and kissing his sternum and I hear his quick inhale.
When I’m dry, I take the towel from around his waist and return the favor, enjoying the intoxicating sight of his muscular physique.
“There, all dry,” I whisper.
“Thank Christ.” He pulls me to him, his hands in my hair, and kisses me deeply. I wrap my arms around him and drag my nails down his back.
“God, baby, you’ll unman here in the bathroom.”
“Good.” I scrape his back again and he growls against my neck. He abruptly spins me around and plants my hands on the vanity facing the wide mirror over the sinks. I look up and am taken aback by the sexy sight that is Luke standing behind me, about six inches taller than me, all golden hair and bronze body, leaning down to kiss my bare shoulders. He cups the back of my neck in his hand and smoothes it down my spine, hovering for a moment over my tattoo, watching his own hand’s progression, and his breathing increases. He pulls my hips back so I’m bent over and I just can’t stop watching his beautiful, expressive face as he touches me.
Finally he runs a single finger down my bottom and slips it inside me.
“Oh, Luke.”
“Baby, you’re so ready.” I feel him position the head of his cock on my lips and slowly, oh so slowly, push inside me. His eyes meet mine in the mirror as he pushes farther until he’s buried completely in my folds.
“Spank me.” Fuck! Did I just say that?
“What?” He stops, his hands on my hips and he’s gaping at me in the mirror.
“Spank me.”
“You like it rough, baby?” He grins quizzically at me.
“Not until I met you.” His face changes from curiosity to pure possession in the matter of seconds and I can’t help but clench around him.
“Fuck, Natalie.” He raises his right hand and brings it down on my buttock.
“Yes!” I circle my hips and he starts moving in and out of me, holding my hips. I’m backing up against him and we find our rhythm. Finally, he raises his hand again and slaps my ass and it’s so fucking hot!
“Again?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yes.”
He obliges, and I feel the tension beginning low in my belly. My legs clench, and I tighten around him, my orgasm ripping through me.
“Oh baby, yes.” I watch in fascination as Luke tightly closes his eyes and grips my hips harder, his own orgasm pushing through him and he empties himself into me.
He runs that beautiful hand down my back again, his breathing still choppy, and smiles at me in the mirror. “I had no idea you liked it rough.”
“It’s a newly acquired taste.”
He slips out of me, and leans down to kiss the tattoo on my upper thigh, below my buttock and I gasp.
“I think this is the sexiest tattoo you have.”
“You do?”
“Mmm hmm.” He’s tracing it with his finger and chills run up my back.
“Why?”
“Well, it looks fucking sexy.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I grin down at him, still through the mirror.
“I love them all,” he says earnestly, and I can’t help but fall just a little in love with his honest face.
“I want you happy, Nat.”
“Oh.” I turn around at his words and he stands up, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me into a big hug.
“I don’t know what to do with these feelings I’m having for you,” I whisper against his chest.
“We’re just going to take this one day at a time, baby.” He pulls back and gives me his tender kiss.
“Okay, I can do that.”
“Good, let’s get some sleep.” He picks me up in his arms and heads for the bed.
“You know, I can walk.” I laugh and press my face in his neck.
“No need, I have you.”
“I love how strong you are.”
“Do you now?”
“Yes. Speaking of, I have to get up early tomorrow for yoga, and then I have a session at eleven.”
“Okay. Want me to pick you up for lunch?” He pulls the duvet back and lays me down on the bed, climbing in behind me and pulls me into his arms.
“Aren’t you sick of me?”
“Are you sick of me?” He pulls me around so he can see my face.
“Well, no.”
“I want to see you for lunch tomorrow. Please.”
“Okay,” I mumble and curl up into his arms to sleep.