“Say you will take a bath and relax.” He started lifting off my shirt before I could respond. Once it was over my head, he ran his hands over my belly and pressed his lips on it, kissing in several different places. “My babies need their mommy to stay calm and healthy.”
“I will take a bath, but only if you join me.”
While still in his boxers, Ty stood up and jumped right into the tub. Water began to splash everywhere. “Any other requests?” He sat there with his arms out again, waiting for me to join him.
“Take off the boxers.”
He did as I asked and I watched them get tossed toward his other clothes. From being wet, they made a splash sound when they came to rest on the tile floor.
I took my time pulling down my pants and stepping out of them. Ty was still watching me, waiting for me to respond to him. The only thing more that I needed was to be close to him. I wanted his hands on me in the worst way; holding me tight and protecting me from my own wandering mind.
He held one of my hands while I climbed into the tub. Since my belly was getting big, I slid in front of him, with my back against his chest. Ty was right, the water was just the perfect temperature. The doctors said that getting hot baths wasn’t good for the baby because it fluctuates the body temperature too much. Of course, I had one of those husbands who went by the book as far as my pregnancy went.
Ty made sure he got rid of any type of caffeine we had in the house. He switched everything to decaf. We hardly drank soda, so it was mostly teas and coffees. He made sure that we had a vegetable every night at dinner, even though I was usually the one to cook. Every morning when he woke up, he would get me a glass of water so that I could take my prenatal vitamins. In the evenings, we would do stretching exercises and once I was totally worn out, he would rub cocoa butter all over my belly and back.
He pampered me, I was fully aware, but I never asked him to do any of it. It was almost like he wanted to do it. Even when I expected him to stop after a while, he never did.
I felt his arms reaching around and ending up on my belly. He guided me back so I was pressed against his body. His lips brushed the back of my neck and then my shoulder. Chills ran down my legs from just feeling his breath blowing on my skin. Ty brought his lips to my ear and kissed the skin right behind it. “Tell me you love me,” he whispered.
I kept my eyes closed. “You know I do.”
“Please say it.” Another kiss touched my skin.
I moved my hands down to his thighs and started moving each one towards the inside of them. “I love you, Ty. I love you more than I have ever loved another man.” He asked this often and when I asked why, he would just say that sometimes he needed to hear it.
“Do you trust me, Baby?”
My eyes remained shut as his hands slid up my belly and began circling my breasts with what felt like soap. “With my life.”
His fingers pinch my nipples at the same time, sending a scorching flame between my legs. When his hands disappeared, I opened my eyes, searching for them. He grabbed the pink poof ball off the edge and lathered it up, before sliding it between my legs. “Just relax. Know that I will never let anything hurt us, Miranda.” He drug the poof ball full of soap between my legs. It was rough and at first, it was uncomfortable, but as he continued to rub me, the friction began to turn me on. “Does it feel good?”
His breath against my ear was making my nipples hard as they protruded out of the bubbles. The more he rubbed me, the more he pinched on one of them. It hurt and felt good at the same time. When he slowed down his pace, I could feel him smiling against my neck. He was teasing me. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Mmmm, are you begging me?”
Ty pulled both hands away from me and laughed as I sat there quietly waiting for their return.
I turned around to face him and he was still smiling. “Stand up.”
“What? Why did you stop?” I was whining, but I was hot and bothered. I needed him to finish what he started.
“Will you just stand up and face the other direction?”
I started to stand up, not because I wanted to though. Ty took his hands and ran them up both of my legs. I couldn’t see his face, but could feel him sliding closer toward where I was standing. One leg at a time, he focused on washing me. His big hands worked each of the muscles as I stood there trying not to moan too loudly, because it felt like heaven. As his hands got closer to my inner thighs, I began to anticipate his fingers just as they began to glide over my sex. As he touched me there, he pulled away. His slippery hands headed for both of my ass cheeks and he squeezed them into his hands.