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Rusty ran a warm bubble bath for Janice and then carefully undressed the clothes which were on her top half, before helping her step into the bath. As she sank into the warm water, the tension in her muscles began to dissipate, replaced by a profound sense of peace.

"Let me wash away all those negative thoughts," Rusty said gently, reaching for a sponge and soap. He lathered her body with slow, deliberate strokes, paying extra attention to hertender skin. The sudsy water trickled down her body, taking with it the remnants of her self-doubt and insecurity.

"Rusty, I can't believe how much better I feel," Janice confessed, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. "I never thought something like this could help me so much."

"Sometimes we need to confront our fears and insecurities head-on, even if it seems daunting at first," Rusty replied, his eyes locking onto hers with genuine compassion. "You were brave to face them, and I'm proud of you for taking that step."

"Thank you for being there for me," Janice said, her heart swelling with gratitude for the man who had stood by her side through this emotional journey. "I feel closer to you than ever before. Is that crazy?"

"No,” Rusty said quickly. “I feel the same way.” His hazel eyes shone with warmth as he squeezed her hand. "Just remember, Janice, you've faced some tough times in your life, but you're still standing. All you need to do now is believe how amazing you are."

As Janice gazed into Rusty's earnest eyes, she knew that something inside her had fundamentally shifted. The therapy had not only provided a much-needed release from her guilt and self-hatred, but it had also forged an unbreakable bond between her and Rusty. For the first time in years, Janice felt truly seen, understood, and cherished.

As the warm water lapped at her body Rusty knelt by the tub, his hazel eyes trailing over the curves of her naked form, admiration and desire dancing in the depths of his gaze.

Janice couldn't help but blush under his focused attention.

"Rusty," she whispered, biting her lip nervously, "is it okay if we . . . kiss?"

His gaze met hers, full of hunger and tenderness. "If you want it, I want it."

Janice's breath hitched as their lips finally met again, the passion that had been simmering between them since last night igniting like wildfire. She wrapped her arms around Rusty's neck, pulling him deeper into the embrace, their shared longing making the kiss all the more intense.

"Rusty, I want us to be together, truly together," Janice confessed as they broke apart for air, her eyes shimmering with vulnerability. "Please, show me how much you care."

In response, Rusty gently lifted her from the warm waters of the bath, cradling Janice in his strong arms as he laid her down on a soft towel nearby. He brushed a stray lock of her red hair away from her face, his touch tender and reverent.

"I can’t fuck you no matter how much I want to, sweetheart. And believe me, I want to. See?” He took her hand it guided it down to the hardness at his crotch.

She wanted so badly to unzip his fly and release the part of him that she knew could bring her so much pleasure. But Rusty’s hand guided her away again.

“I can’t fuck you,” said Rusty, “but let me make you feel good, babygirl. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

With a trembling nod, Janice acquiesced, allowing herself to fully trust Rusty in this moment of intimacy. As his lips trailed a path of fiery kisses down her body, she couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure.

"Rusty, oh, Rusty," she sighed as he continued to worship her body, her fingers tangling in his salt-and-pepper hair. The moment his mouth made contact with her pussy, the sensations built within her like a crescendo, pushing her closer and closer to the edge once more.

His tongue danced over her clit as his hands pinned her down to the wooden floor. She felt his strength grounding her and she squirmed under his touch. His mouth responded eagerly, lickingand teasing her even more, and his fingers moved in and out of her two at a time, making it impossible for her to hold back.

Janice felt a warmth spread through her body as she came, starting from the tips of her toes and reaching all the way up to the crown of her head. Then, she felt the tremors and release of her climax radiating out from her core.

“Oh wow,” she panted. “Don’t know if you ever made me come twice in one day before.”

Rusty laughed. “Didn’t I? I was a fool.”

The evening sun streaming in through the window of the Maple cabin illuminated motes of dust that danced around them and Janice watched them in awe, as though looking at fairy dust. Heck, maybe itwasfairy dust. This place definitely felt magic.

"Thank you for today, Rusty," she murmured as they rested in each other's arms, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I can’t tell you how much I needed it.”

"I needed it, too," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “More than you could know.”

As their lips met once more, Janice allowed herself to get lost in the moment—in the feeling of Rusty's arms around her, the taste of his kisses, and the love that had persevered through a decade of separation. With each touch, each tender caress, she felt the weight of her past worries and fears slowly being stripped away.

"Rusty," she murmured between kisses, "is this really going to end?"

Rusty didn’t reply to her. Not with words. But she wascertainhis kisses told her that this was everlasting.

CHAPTER TEN

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