Chapter 25 #2
That’s the one. “Yeah.”
He stood and grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt he wore. As he pulled it off over his head, she said, “Nice pecs. I haven’t seen your ass yet, though.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
She smirked and sauntered into my waiting embrace. Her hands stroked downward and under the sweatpants until she paused at the dip in Crowe’s lower back.
“I’ll bet it’s the best damn ass this side of the moon.”
“Sweet talker.”
She kissed his neck and slipped her hands underneath the sweatpants’ waistband. As they traveled over his sensitive flesh, his excitement spiked. He pulled her to his chest, hard, and kissed her with all the fervor he’d been trying to hold back.
He cupped and thumbed her breast through the lace with one hand, holding her fast with the other. She let go of his ass just long enough to reach behind her and unhook her bra. As soon as she’d let it slip off her arms, she went to work lowering his sweatpants to the floor with her foot.
Suddenly, she let go and stepped away from him. The loss of her warmth and skin-to-skin contact left Crowe bereft and seemed cruel. Then she pulled off her garters, stockings, and panties and jumped, naked, into the tub. The devious diva relaxed in the opposite corner.
He stepped out of his sweatpants and placed one foot in the welcoming, warm water. Hmm. It feels nice. Maybe I won’t drown after all. If he couldn’t get into that tub with her, however, he’d drown in disappointment. Good things were about to happen. He could sense it.
Joell leaned back and closed her eyes. Then she let out a long sigh.
Okay, Crowe. Be brave. Setting his foot down firmly on the bottom, he raised the other and tried to balance while stepping in. Easier said than done, since he’d been using four paws up until an hour ago. Now, bipedal, he had to practice balancing.
Crowe thought about it too much and teetered on one wet leg.
Looking over at his witch, he noticed she had opened her rainforest green eyes and was reaching for him.
Her focus and the wisdom behind those eyes gave him fortitude.
Instead of leaping out, he planted both feet in the water and swayed until she took his hands to steady him.
“Kneel down,” she said.
Crowe managed to get onto his knees and felt much more secure in that position, despite being surrounded by water and submerged to his thighs.
“See? That’s not so bad, is it?”
Warm water caressed his flesh. “Not bad at all. I’m surprised.”
She tucked her knees beneath her body and walked closer to him on them. Kneeling facing each other, they resumed kissing and fondling. A nasty, fleeting thought crossed his mind, and he tried to push it away. He thought it was what he couldn’t put into words before. What if I’m just a new boy toy?
When she broke the kiss, she poured a small amount of shampoo into the well of her palm and then spread it over his head and massaged his scalp.
“Oh, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
She chuckled and said, “I have to wash the rest of you.”
He imagined that it must feel pretty great, so he didn’t complain when she finished and pushed his soapy hair away from his face.
A dollop of liquid soap in her hand became a mound of foam between her palms when she rubbed them together.
Then she lathered him up. She began at his neck, spread the soap over his shoulders and chest, then rubbed everything in circles.
Licking myself was nice, but getting clean like this feels infinitely better.
When she’d finished there, she reached around to his back, and he got another hug as she soaped up his spine from his butt to his neck.
He took the opportunity to grab her ass too.
She gave him a quick spank and said, “Not yet.”
“Oh… Cruel woman. How much longer?”
When she stroked him, he moaned in sheer pleasure from the deep sensations her massage created there. Oh, Goddess. I wanted—no, needed to… to experience… everything.
But he needed an answer first. A real answer.
“Joell…?”
“Yes?” she answered, breathlessly.
He hesitated for a moment but had to continue, even if he stumbled over his words. “Will I still sleep in your bed every night? And I don’t mean on top of the covers, like before…”
“Well, of course, silly.”
“And… And I don’t mean wedged between you and some guy who was too lazy to get dressed and go home.”
She laughed. Then she realized he wasn’t kidding and stared at him. He couldn’t read her expression.
“Crowe, what are you getting at?”
“You and me. Are we… exclusive?” There. I’d said it.
Now I had to explain it. “We probably should have had this conversation sooner. It’s too late now to avoid having my hopes and dreams crushed, but I don’t want to share you with anyone else.
Not like this. I’ll put my whole heart and soul into your sexual satisfaction, protection, and all-around happiness, but I don’t want to be brokenhearted for the rest of my life, if you take up with the next pretty face you see. I want you to be mine. Forever.”
“Crowe… Come here.” She reached for him. It seemed like a crazy place to curl up in each other’s arms. The shower floor wasn’t the softest thing he’d ever lain upon, but he’d lie with her on a bed of nails if she reached for him like that.
He crawled up next to her and brushed long, wet strands of hair away from her face.
“We can’t know what forever will bring. There’s just no way to say anything is forever, even with the best divination skills.” She rolled up onto her elbow, facing him. “I do love you, though. So much.”
He couldn’t stop touching her. Soothing her. Stroking her. He let his hand wander from her cheek to her shoulder, up and down her rib cage. She shivered.
“Are you cold, love?”
“No. It’s just your touch. No one’s touch affects me like that. I want to be with you, and I can’t imagine letting another human being come between us. Does that help?” She cupped his cheek and looked deeply into his eyes. “Remember, you’re not the only one risking heartbreak here.”
So, I wasn’t alone in this feeling. My impetuous witch was finally falling for someone. I was just amazed that it was me.
She smoothed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead. “You’ve been with me through it all, and you’ve never deserted me. You’ve put yourself in danger. You’ve stood watch as I held rituals and celebrated Sabbats. You’ve even watched over me as I had sex. That must have been weird for you.”
“Not really. I was curious.”
“Well, we’re about to satisfy your curiosity without killing the cat. Although they do call an orgasm ‘the little death’.”
Finally. Someone else who couldn’t let a good pun slip by…or a bad one.
“Jeez, you’ve even stood by me during PMS time. If I’m upset, you find me and have the guts to curl up on my lap and comfort me.”
I had to chuckle. She was right. It was a little frightening to know she could send me through the wall with one kick, yet somehow, I just knew she never would. Whenever she needed him, he would go to her. “So, in other words, you don’t mind if I stick around? As your lover and best friend?”