Nothing is more sensual and relaxing than spending a lazy Saturday in the tub with your honey. Let's take a peak and see how Lynn and Erick are faring at a Bed & Breakfast in Wales.
Part of her felt Erick was just using her, another part didn’t care. She
craved his touch; it burned her, as well. He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips
with such sensuality she didn’t realize he could be so tender. Within a few
moments they were naked. Erick took her hand and led her to the tub.
“We’re not going to both fit in there!”
“It’s very deep; you may be surprised,” his voice murmured.
For a moment, she wondered if he had bathed in such a tub before. She
watched as he stepped in and sank into the depths of the steaming water. His head disappeared under the water, then he sat up, running his fingers through his wet
bangs. Helping her in, he turned her so her back was against him. Instantly she
felt his hardness against her. He moved her legs around his.
“Lean against my chest,” he directed her as he unpinned her tangled hair and
shook it loose.
She found a large sea foam sponge, lathered it and washed his arms and legs.
He took the sponge from her grasp and washed her. He rinsed it then squeezed the
water onto her skin.
“Put your head back.”
She did and felt him squeeze water from the sponge to wet her hair down.
Her eyes closed as he ran his fingers through her hair. He kissed her neck and
sucked the water droplets off her skin as he moved her position.
“Now relax.”
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