It was hopeless. Not only were they too far in, but she was too entirely disinterested by now, also. Her clit – swollen to she didn’t know how many times its normal size – vibrated and trembled beneath the broad pad of his finger.
Eventually, after an excruciatingly long wait, he crooked it a bit, sending thousands of sparks throughout her body, setting every molecule on edge.
He continued his maddening routine throughout the rest of the movie, and into another that he had chosen at random, just because he fancied continuing to touch her just as he had been. He adored the feel and sight of her beneath his arm, which was stretched out down her body, his big fingers disappearing into her privates, almost but not-quite casually, knowing from her rapid breathing that she was living and dying by the tiny movements of just his fingertip, and gaining nearly as much satisfaction from that thought as he did from the orgasms he’d had while they were together.
Chapter VIII
When the film was finished, he arose, telling her not to move, and handing her the television remote. He disappeared outside for a while, she noticed, and for a moment she entertained the notion that he was going to want to chase her around in the darkness. Then he came in and went up to his bedroom for a while. When he returned, he took the remote from her and turned everything off, extending his hand to her imperiously.
She placed her hand in his and let him help her up, following where he led, which was back out to the deck.
Damn, he really was going to make her run around in the dark! She thought.
But then he brought her over to a corner of the deck she hadn’t explored, and flipped a switch, revealing a beautiful, already bubbling hot tub that was surrounded by flowers and bushes that nearly hid it from sight, but were strategically placed to allow those sitting in the tub to see the lighted gardens, too.
“After you, my lady,” he said, bowing formally at the waist and helping her into the tub.
Sunny thought she had never felt anything so wonderful in all her life! Her muscles were aching a bit from all of their . . . activities, not to mention this afternoon’s literal pursuits. She sank into the water with an unrepentant sigh, dropping to the tub’s lowest level to immerse herself up to between her upper lip and her nose.
When he joined her, the water level rose to the point that her position was no longer viable, so she joined him on one of the side-by-side underwater loungers. The tub churned, soothing her aches. Soft, instrumental music played in the background, and he had even lit a sea of candles, so that when he reached behind him to flip another switch, he turned out all the lights but them and they were bathed in candlelight as they gazed up at the stars.
“My word!” Sunny exclaimed. “How’d you get so many stars in this part of the world?”
He laughed, and said, “There’s just less light pollution out here in the sticks, so you can see them better.”
“It’s amazing! I’d forgotten what the real sky looks like in the night, having lived so long in the city. I remember night skies like this from when I was a kid in West Virginia.”
“Ah, I bet it was beautiful there.”
She went quiet and he could feel her close up, and that was the last thing he wanted. Apparently her childhood wasn’t a safe subject. He was surprised he hadn’t realized that before. “It probably was for some people.”
“Well, they’re all ours tonight.”
After a long while of touching and kissing and avid stargazing, during which she saw her first shooting star, Rod reached behind himself again and produced a natural sponge as well as some wonderfully-perfumed soap, which she recognized as being an outrageously expensive brand. She knew what she was looking at, because she collected scented soaps that caught her eye – or, more accurately, her nose.
She hadn’t been bathed by anyone else since . . . since she couldn’t remember. Certainly never in her adult lifetime, and sometimes it seemed that that was all she had. He had pegged it right. Her childhood wasn’t worth remembering. She’d spent her life working to get over it, and had succeeded.
Others, she knew, though, weren’t nearly as lucky.
Before she began to perseverate about that which she could not hope to change, he told her to lie back and relax, and began to drag that sponge over every inch of her in slow, deliberate circles, not missing even the tiniest bit of skin – not her arm pits, not the backs of her knees, and definitely not her most sensitive spots.
Concentrating on him and what he was doing to her body completely quelled her incipient depression. It was impossible to dwell on bad things when someone was washing you like a baby, and massaging you like a professional. He even washed her hair with a shampoo she’d never even heard of before that smelled strongly of lilacs, which was one of her favorite scents. She had tons of candles and car jars and reed diffusers of that flavor all around her apartment.