Page 10 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“It’s a bath you’re getting,” I replied, smiling.
I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. I lowered her gently into the warm water. She rested back and smiled at me.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered and she did.
I soaked a sponge and gently squeezed the water over her chest, across her shoulders and then her head, soaking her hair. Her nipples were erect and above the water line. I reached for one and gently twisted it between my fingers and thumb.
An orgasm, a hot bath, and then the coolness of cotton sheets were what she needed to relax.
Although she kept her eyes closed, she smiled. I slipped off my jeans and climbed in with her. I faced her, my knees inside her legs. I sponged water over her again and then I lowered my head. I took one of her nipples in my mouth. She held my head while I sucked and licked, and then bit down, holding it between my teeth until I heard that intake of breath. When I released, I knew the tingle, the pins and needles would go straight to her clitoris. I reached down and stroked her pussy.
“I need this,” she whispered, raising her hips.
I placed one of my hands on the bath behind her, I leaned forward, and my lips just covered hers.
“I know,” I said, and then plunged two fingers inside her.
She pushed her head back and raised her hips. I stroked, finding that spongy place that caused her to cry out. I kissed her, absorbing the cry and the moans that followed.
She gripped my bicep and dug her nails in my skin. Her other hand found mine and she inserted her finger in. I loved to see and feel her pleasure herself, something she hadn’t done regularly until I encouraged her to.
“Fuck yourself,” I said, my voice low and gravelly with desire.
I removed my fingers and slid back to the other end of the bath, I wanted to watch her. She arched her back and raised her hips, giving me a full view of her pussy. Even though she was in the bath, I could see her wetness and heat. Her clitoris was enlarged and desperate for attention. I lowered my head. While she fucked herself, I licked and sucked.
Lauren was the most responsive lover I’d ever known. Her response to my touch was ego inflating, for sure. She let go of my arm and grabbed my hair. She twisted painfully and I growled out my displeasure, those vibrations against her tender pussy caused her orgasm to build. She panted out my name, water sloshed as she fucked herself harder and when I thought she was near the brink, I inserted my two fingers back inside and stroked her G-spot.
“Mackenzie!” she cried out, arching her body higher, forcing her pussy farther into my mouth.
I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue. I licked her orgasm from her. It was mine, and I wanted it.
“Oh God, did I need that,” she said, coming down from her high. I sat back and stretched my legs out alongside her as she lay back against the edge of the bath.
Her feet rested against my hardened cock and she giggled. She wiggled her toes but feet did nothing for me. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to masturbate.
“Do you know how much I love watching you do that?” she said, sitting up and getting to her knees. She crawled up the bath and then sat on her heels.
She cupped my balls and rolled them gently. I rested my head back and closed my eyes. She covered my hand with hers and together we found my release.
I climbed from the bath first and stood holding a towel out for her. She stepped into my embrace and I wrapped it around her body. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I placed her gently on the small sofa that ran the length of the bottom of the bed. While she dried herself, I headed back to the bathroom. I let the water go in the bath and grabbed another towel.
I quickly dried myself and despite it being earlyafternoon, we climbed into bed. I didn’t fuck her, or make love to her, I just held her. We lay in silence for a little while.
“I’m going to write my list tomorrow,” she whispered.
“I wondered if you were sleep talking,” I said.
She looked up at me. “No, I just thought, life is too short to not do all the things.”
“I’m intrigued. What am I likely to see on your list?”
“It won’t be all about sex, although…” she chuckled and raised her eyebrows.
I leaned down to kiss her nose. “I’ll organize whatever you want. Just call me The Facilitator,” I said, laughing gently with her.
She did fall asleep a little while after and I was glad. I’d held her to my chest so she could listen to my heartbeat and when I thought she was in deep, I climbed from the bed.
I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and I headed down to the basement. Our gym, which doubled as asex caveas Lauren called it, hadn’t been used for a while and I needed to rectify that. For what I had in mind, I wanted to be as fit and healthy as I could. I even vowed to halve my coffee intake.
