Twenty-Three Vanessa #3
She hadn't meant to lose the first syllable of my name, it was drowned out in her moans, but it was cute all the same.
"You can come whenever you want," I answered, knowing I wouldn't be able to use my mouth to give her the command while using it to lick, suck, and tease her in every way possible. Besides, she wouldn't be able to finish herself until I decided to give her enough to push her over the edge.
Her groans of frustration were short lived as I began to speed up my pace, eventually using one of my favorite tongue tricks to send her straight into an orgasm.
I slowed down my ministrations easing her through the aftershocks before kissing my way back up her body.
I’d had every intention of giving her multiple more rounds but her eyes were closed, looking thoroughly sated.
I brushed off the strands of hair clinging to her forehead, placing a kiss on her temple and giving her a moment to come back to me.
"You okay there, darling?" I asked, brushing the back of my pinky over her cheek, smiling to myself at how thoroughly I wore her out. The effects of delaying an orgasm seemed especially intensified for her.
"Mhm, I'm so tired, in a good way." She blinked a few times, smiling up at me.
"I'm going to untie and then get you something to drink, alright?"
She nodded, allowing me to make quick work of undoing the knots.
Giving her a sweet kiss, I got up, wanting to grab her something from the kitchen and run her a nice bath.
“—Wait," she stopped me.
I turned around, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I want you to hold me first, please just don't leave yet."
"Of course, I'll hold you as long as you need."
Her breathing began to slow as I held her, and I knew she'd be asleep in a matter of minutes if I let her, regardless of the fact it was barely 9pm.
"Honey, I'm just grabbing you water from the mini fridge; I'll be right back," I whispered, slowly letting go of her. I kept to my word, and was back only a few seconds later with a chilled glass. Her eyes opened as my arms wrapped back around her.
She gulped down half the cup quickly, looking much more her energetic self. The moment she was done, she jumped back on top of me, snuggling into my chest.
"Do you think you have enough energy left for a bath? I'll wash you. All you have to do is sit there looking pretty and let yourself relax."
"That would be wonderful, actually." She still sounded so serene, I loved seeing her like this.
"Good, but you're going to have to have to move off me so I can set it up.” I gave her a gentle, playful nudge.
"Right." She rolled off me and I covered her naked body with the blanket, before heading into the en suite bathroom.
I lit several of my favorite candles, choosing the ones scented with bergamot, cedar wood, and amber until the bathroom glowed with a warm, flickering light.
Steam slowly gathered as the tub filled, carrying the faint fragrance of lavender-infused bubbles.
A small handful of dried rose petals I scattered across the surface drifted lazily in the gentle current before I switched on the massage jets, their hum sending ripples across the water.
Heading back into the bedroom I was grateful she hadn't fallen asleep because I wouldn't have had it in me to wake her. She always looked so peaceful when she slept.
She looked back at me when she saw the bathroom and for a moment I worried she would cry. Her eyes held so much emotion over a simple gesture. But now was not the time to press her about it, she was still vulnerable.
I eased her into the large tub slowly, grabbing a washcloth, and kneeling down beside it on the plush matt.
Once she’d settled comfortably into the bath, I began by washing her face with a soft cloth, carefully sweeping it across her cheeks, forehead, and jaw before working my way down the rest of her body with unhurried motions.
Finally, I lathered a mild shampoo through her hair, rubbing it across her scalp with gentle circles until it formed a rich foam.
When it came time to rinse, I cupped one hand over her forehead to shield her eyes, tilting her head back slightly as warm water carried the suds away.
Afterwards, I began to massage her scalp which turned into me mindlessly making a few small braids in her hair as we existed in this comfortable silence together. I needed these moments afterwards just as much as her.
"Vanessa?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Will you come in, please?"
"Of course." I pulled off my remaining clothing without much thought, only remembering when she gazed at me with the purest admiration in her eyes, that this was her first time seeing me bare.
I slipped into the foaming tub across from her, gesturing for her to come sit in my arms. She moved over towards me leaning back against my body, skin to skin.
My hands traced slow, reassuring paths along her arms, savoring the rare stillness of the moment and the simple comfort of having her safely in my embrace.
Evelyn turned around, slowly leaning in to kiss me; before stopping.
"May I touch you?"