Page 25 of The Lamb and the Llama
“Oh, I know! I don’t think I’d ever want to live in such a big place because of that.”
“We should relax a little before dinner,” Richard said as he walked over to the kitchen area. “How about I pour you a glass of wine and draw you a bath?”
Amira followed him into the kitchen, opening the upper cabinets in search of wine glasses, he assumed, since he already had the wine fridge open.
“Red or white?”
“White, please,” she said while pulling two tumblers from the second cabinet she opened. “And a bath sounds great, but on one condition. I’d like you to join me.”
Richard smiled while wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. He took in her mandarin and coconut scent as his lips grazed her neck.
“I like the sound of that. Let’s hope the bathtub is as big as the house is.”
Amira let out a giggle as she grabbed the bottle.
“Race you!”
She darted to the foyer, down the long hallway, and up the stairs, pushing open every door in search of the master bedroom, and he loved how her ass sashayed from one side to the other.
“I think this one is it because the sitting room has French doors leading to a patio. None of the other rooms have a balcony.”
She strode into the bright room and opened the white doors at the opposite end of the room. The bathroom was filled with Carrera marble and teak wood, and if she hadn’t been in the room, he swore he’d be taken in by the view of the ocean from the tub.
“Oh, my God! This is so much more than I expected! Just look at this gorgeous view!”
Without taking his eyes off of her, he responded, “Yeah, sure is gorgeous.”
She slapped him on his arm.
“I meant the view, silly!”
“You are prettier than the view and far easier to relax with!” he said as he palmed her cheek and drew her lips to his.
He traced the seam of her lips briefly until she opened up to him. His dick hardened as he pulled her closer to his waist and his tongue danced with hers. She began to play with the buttons on his shirt, and he quickly palmed her hands.
“I don’t want to rush this. Zagan cheated us. Our first official date together should have been special. Instead, it’s tainted because of him.” She pulled back from him slightly, but he wouldn’t have that. He cupped her face so her gaze met his.
“I mean it, Amira. I want you, but we deserve to take our time and enjoy each other. What Zagan did to us will never happen to us again if I can help it.” Her eyes finally reached his, and there was so much wonder in them.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I’m just glad you see things the way I do, and I’m wondering how I got so lucky.”
He smiled at her. “We have to run the bath water so it’s warm.” She made a pout with her perfect lips as he pulled away from her, and it almost made him want to say fuck it, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. They deserved this time together, damn it! And he’d make sure she was more than satisfied before he ever gave in to a sweet release. She deserved that and so much more. He’d give and give to her until she was satiated beneath him. Or if she was the type of girl that enjoyed being on top, he certainly wouldn’t complain. He just wanted her in whatever way she felt like the goddess he perceived her as. He turned on the water, and she smirked.
“I get the whole going-slow part, but I so need to strip. This bra is killing me! If I didn’t know better, I’d swear a man created these, but alas! It was women who did. Not sure how I feel about women torturing other women,” she said as she unbuttoned her blouse.
He wanted to stop her so he could do it for her, but he had to admit that he enjoyed watching her strip in front of him. When he asked her to twirl with a gesture of his finger, she became more seductive with each garment she removed. Once she was down to just her panties, he cupped her hands.
“No, let me,” he said with a deep rumble in his voice. He pressed soft kisses on the tops of her breasts and down the middle of her torso before pressing a kiss on her center. She let out a soft moan as he stood and guided her into the tub. “My turn,” he said as he began peeling off his clothes, one piece at a time, before hopping in the tub himself. He turned on the jets, and the water lapped around them.
“This was a good idea.” She took a sip of her wine after Richard poured a glass and handed it to her. “Thanks for suggesting it.”
“I’m glad I suggested it, too.”
He began rubbing tiny circles on her thigh.
“You are so beautiful, Amira, and I can’t stop thinking about you.” He leaned forward and kissed her. Placing a hand between them, he circled her center with his thumb. “I want you to come for me.”
