Page 47 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

“Take a break for a bit,” I say, my voice dropping lower. “I bet I can relax you.”

Now she laughs, but it’s a husky laugh, a laugh that relaxes her body further into me.

“Cash, did you come here with an ulterior motive?” Larkin teases.

I lower my lips to her ear, wrapping one arm around her as I do.

“Hell yes,” I say. “Want to come upstairs and see what it is?”

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“I can’t believeyou brought bubble bath on an artists’ retreat,” Larkin laughs, watching the bubbles rise in my jacuzzi tub.

I just shrug, capping the bottle.

“I saw that we each had jacuzzi tubs, so I figured… why not?”

I dip one hand into the tub. It’s a few degrees on the hot side, but it’ll cool down once we’re in it. I pull my shirt over my head, and I swear I canfeelher eyes on my body as I do.

Then I take my pants off, my cock already at full mast with just theideaof what we’re about to do.

Larkin’s definitely staring at that, and I fucking love it. I love how it doesn’t matter how many times she’s seen my cock — how many times she’sfeltmy cock — but she always looks at it like it’s the first time she’s seen it and she can’twaitto try it out.

I step into the tub, settle back against one of the seats. It’s not a full size jacuzzi — there are only two seats — but it’s large enough for both of us to stretch out.

Or… do something else.

“You’re not going to bathe in your clothes, are you?” I tease.

Larkin saunters forward, pulling her hair out of its braid.

“What if I did?” she asks, laughing. “Would you be disappointed?”

“Only until I got them off you,” I say, grinning.

She runs her hands through her hair, then in a few quick motions, pulls it into a knot on top of her head.

In the next movement, she pulls her shirt off, and I stare appreciatively, at the swell of her breasts underneath a black bra, at her small waist, the way that her ass and hips stand out. As she undoes her jeans I can’t stop staring, my underwater cock just about ready to burst at the mere sight of her.

Her bra and panties match, both black. It’s hot as hell, and I’ve got no idea why. It just is.

Larkin steps to the side of the jacuzzi tub, dipping one hand in.

“It’s hot,” she says.

I grab her hand, pull at her.

“About to get hotter,” I say. “Come on.”

In another moment she sheds her bra and panties, stepping into the jacuzzi. As she sinks into the water, the bubbles obscure her body up to her shoulders, and for a second, I curse my dumb idea of having a bubble bath.

Then she leans back on the other jacuzzi seat, her pink nipples just barely peeking up through the white bubbles, and I like the bubble bath again.

Her feet are by me, so I take one in my hands and start massaging. Larkin leans her head back, her lips slightly parted, as I work my thumbs into the balls of her feet, slowly inching up and down the entire sole. When that one’s finished, I massage her other foot, and now she’s biting her lip, the pink of her nipples definitely stiffer.

I move to her calves, massaging one, then the other. I lean forward, now on her thighs, working my way slowly upward. She’s still leaning back, her head against her headrest, but now Larkin is rolling her hips with every knot I unfurl in her muscles, soft moans escaping her lips.

Finally, I brush my fingers along her slit, past her clit, and I watch the way her body reacts. Her eyes flicker open as a tremor runs through her, her tongue darting across her lips.

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