Page 46 of Christa's Obsession

“My love… what are you doing?” Christa murmured sexily, her breath touching Wanda’s ear.

“Sharing with our girls,” she moaned.

“Then let me help.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Christa

“Are you sure you don’t need another bath? You got sweaty picking the peaches for Dougal.” The hopefulness was hard to miss when she also gave Christa a pleading smile.

Wanda was an utter delight. Her introduction to bathing in hot water was a revelation. The rest of the house, and all the changes Christa had made, went unnoticed. Wanda had one fixation with the house, and it was the bathroom.

She usually bathed in the lake every morning, but that had stopped and now she wanted to bathe twice a day, even when she had done nothing to warrant it.

Christa struggled to keep her amusement to herself, especially when their trees actively encouraged Wanda to make as much use of the bathroom as possible. Most likely because she liked to share exactly how it made her feel to have the scented, oily water caressing her skin. Yes, she was an utter delight.

Whether it was the magic protection the king had given the forest, or the stone Wanda kept tucked into the bodice of whatever she wore, she was more confident. There was none of the fear she’d displayed before Asmodeus’s visit. Something that Silas had remarked on, which made the trip to the demon realm worth the upset.

Wanda nudged her arm. “Do you?”

She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her laughter. “I didn’t get sweaty, my love. It was one small basket of peaches I took to leave for him.”

There was something wrong with Dougal, Christa felt it through the trees. He visited infrequently now, and when he did, the trees behaved differently than before.

Wanda ran a hand down her arm. “You feel a little sticky to me.”

The laughter escaped this time, and she lifted Wanda to kiss her soundly on the lips. “Do you want a bath, my love?”

Wanda didn’t quite pull off the nonchalant shrug while not looking directly at Christa, blushing a rosy pink.

“I… maybe… okay, yes, I do,” she muttered sheepishly, eyelashes dipping. “I’ve a lot of catching up to do, missing out for all those years.” She rested her head on Christa’s shoulder and sighed forlornly. “Why didn’t Silas explain how wonderful a bath can be? He had one and never once mentioned it.” She was miffed at her brother, that came across loudly.

“Isn’t this a little like the burgers you told him were bad for you?” she pointed out, chuckling. Wanda got things stuck in her head and it took a lot to remove the belief.

The next sigh was heartfelt. “I suppose.” She lifted her head, curls bouncing around her face. “But I know how good it is now, and it’s more fun when we have a bath together.”

Christa couldn’t argue with that, especially as Wanda’s sexy musk increased.

One thought and they were back in the bathroom, the bath filled and scented, this time with orange blossom. They had fun trying out the different bath oils and had gone through about a third of the collection so far. The orange blossom was Wanda’s favorite up to now.

Christa placed her down, wanting to remove Wanda’s dress herself. She got a heavy-lidded, dreamy expression whenever Christa took the time to strip her clothes from her body.

Her breasts rose and fell quickly as Christa knelt on a pillow she conjured, removing the big height difference between them. This put her at eye level with the beautiful breasts that were flushed with arousal as Christa peeled the dress down over Wanda’s arms and pushed it over the soft swell of her hips, letting it pool at her bare feet.

Christa’s gaze traveled over the soft, pale curves down to the lace and silk thong that revealed how excited Wanda was. The damp, white silk barely covered her mound. Wanda, who never wore underwear, had taken to wearing the lace and silk thongs that Christa had a thing for when she explained how much she loved how they looked on her. They teased Christa’s desires when they covered Wanda’s sex, the silk barely hiding the delights beneath. But they left her creamy skinned, ample bottom exposed to her roaming hands.

Her breathing hitched when Christa came closer, licking at the lace band over Wanda’s rounded belly. “I know you want to get in the water, but you smell delicious, my love.” Her eyes held Wanda’s as she ran her tongue down the front of the silk, right between the folds of Wanda’s sex, seeing her pupils dilate. Thecolor bled to black. Her arousal was heady. Burying her nose in the silk, Christa inhaled deeply, tasting Wanda’s musky flavor.

Wanda’s legs wobbled and parted, giving Christa better access as hands landed on her shoulders, nails digging in as she mewled. Just the day before, Christa had waxed the hair from between Wanda’s thighs. Her bare mound looked soft and inviting, even with the silk covering.

Another thing that had taken a little persuading, Christa had poured oil over her bare mound and got Wanda to run her fingers over it, explaining and projecting exactly how it felt. She didn’t need to ask again, now Christa wanted to bury her face in between Wanda’s legs and feel that silky skin against her mouth. Her tongue. Her face.

Breath chugging in and out with excitement, she sat back and hooked her fingers under the lace band, slowly tugging it down. Taking her time, she built the sexual tension between them.

Wanda’s nipples were flushed, hard peaks. Her thighs shook as Christa revealed her pink, slick pussy. Her scent was intoxicating, and Christa felt the flood of her own desire pooling between her legs. She didn’t rush while she peeled the panties ever so slowly to Wanda’s ankles. “Lift up, my love.”

Clutching tighter at her shoulders, Wanda whimpered, lifting her left foot. Slipping off the lace and silk, she pushed aside the dress. Repeating it with the other leg until she stood naked before her. Her pussy, no longer hidden by curls, revealed how flushed and swollen it was with arousal.

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