Scarred(12)

 

“Okay, in a few minutes you can take a nice, hot, relaxing bath.” He climbed up onto the bed happily giving me a goofy smile.

 

It did things to my naughty parts. “Will you be joining me?”

 

He gulped. “No…that wouldn’t be a good idea.”

 

“No?” I teased asking for it again. Damn, I was turning into a freak overnight.

 

“No…a very bad one. You’re supposed to be easing that ache not making it worse.”

 

“Fine. Whatever. If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the ladies’ room.”

 

“Don’t got one of those. I do have a room for my wife, though.” He helped me to the bathroom because I was shaky on my feet. It was normal for my one leg to ache when I woke up, but I was more sore than usual and completely naked. Thankfully, I didn’t feel insecure anymore.

 

I saw the guilt in his eyes when he noticed my instability. “I didn’t mean to hurt you that much. Damn, I’m so sorry, Elena.”

 

“You did hurt me, but just my pussy. My leg is ordinarily weaker when I wake up and when I’m too tired.”

 

“We’re going to see a specialist for it,” he stated adamantly.

 

“I thought you liked me for who I was?” There was the insecurity rearing its ugly head. I pulled his hand off my waist.

 

He stepped completely in front of me. His hands went into my hair tugging enough to pull my head back, but not to hurt me. “Babe, I think you’re perfect, but like you said, you’re in pain. I don’t want to see you hurting for any reason. I want to make sure there’s nothing we can do to fix your pain before I give up. Understand?”

 

“Yes, sorry. I’m defensive about my injuries.”

 

“If anyone understands, it’s me, babe.” We heard the doorbell ring. “Go, hurry up and use the bathroom.” He left me standing in the doorway before slipping on his robe and heading to the front door.

 

I looked in the mirror after using the bathroom and I looked different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until I thought about the trouble he was going through for some bubble bath, and I smiled. I knew what it was; I was so happy and madly in love with Dexter Price.

 

I opened the door when he knocked. “Can I help you, sir?”

 

“Yes, you could but right now, let me help you.” He kissed me quickly before passing by and filling the tub with half a bottle of bubble bath.

 

“You sure that’s enough bubbles?” It was so bubbled out that I thought it was.

 

“It depends if it hides those sexy-ass tits of yours.”

 

“You don’t want to see them?” I attempted to be sexy and pushed them together.

 

“Fuck, Elena. You’re trying to kill me.” He pushed my hands away from them then pressed his tongue hard against my left nipple. The pressure went straight to my pussy in the form of pure desire. Dex sucked my nipple into his mouth making me moan loudly.

 

“Are you sure…you don’t…want to join me?” I panted. The look in his eyes told me he was debating the issue. As much as he wanted to let me bathe alone, he wanted to join me even more. “I promise to behave.” And like that he relented.

 

“I won’t,” Dexter said. He picked me up and set me down in the nearly hot water. It felt so good for my aches. Then I watched him slip the robe from his shoulders and damn near melted into the water. His boxers were next. Fuck if I wasn’t already burning up. The man messed with my body by doing nothing. He climbed into the water on the opposite side of his large tub. It was so big that our feet barely touched. The water sluiced around wetting that powerful chest of his.

 

I licked my lips thinking I’d found an Adonis. “You’re a liar. You said you’d behave.”

 

“I haven’t touched you.”

 

“No, babe, but you licked your lips…fucking taunting me.”

 

“You know, I would probably be thinking about your chest and other bits without you in the tub and still be licking my lips, so it can be construed that I’m not taunting you. You’re taunting me.”

 

“I don’t see your logic there, but let me take care of you.” I wondered what he was going to do, but instead of touching me in a sexual way, he grabbed my foot and started to massage.

 

~~~~~

 

“Ah,” she sighed. I smiled even though my dick was harder than it had ever been. Her moans and warm cries were turning me on.

 

“Do you like that, love?” I asked squeezing firmly.

 

“Uh-ha,” she said with a moan. “I’ve never had a massage before.”