Page 90 of Life To My Flight

“Your eyes will pop out of your head if you keep watching me like that,” I teased.

She grinned unrepentantly. “Oh, but what a way to go.”

My cock was half hard as I finally slipped into the low slung copper tub on the opposite side of her.

My legs settled on either side of her hips as I sank into the steaming water up to my armpits.

“I’ve never been in here before, but it’s kinda cozy,” I said as I let my head fall back against the tub.

I’d purchased the tub with Rue in mind.

We’d been at an estate sale to buy her Nonnie a few nice things for her birthday when she’d spied the tub.

At the time, she’d gone through the entire house looking at all the things, and the one thing I saw draw her eyes over and over was this tub.

However, it’d been extremely overpriced, so we’d left with empty arms, despite wanting the beautiful piece.

I’d gone back over later that night after the sale had ended to see an older man loading the piece into the back of his truck.

When I’d pulled into his driveway, I’d asked him what he planned on doing with it, and he’d said he was taking it to an auction house later on in the week.

When I’d told him how much my girl had liked it, he’d smiled wistfully and told me about his own wife and how much she’d liked it when they’d purchased it over fifty years ago.

He told me that it held so much sentimental value that he hadn’t wanted to let it go, so he’d set the price too high, knowing no one would want to buy it. He also had nowhere to take it anymore since he was moving in with his son later that week.

I’d purchased it from him for half the price, and left with him knowing that I planned to give it to my girl for her birthday one day soon.

However, I’d fucked up and ruined it, and I’d been kicking myself for it ever since.

“Do you remember looking at that tub at the estate sale when we went for your grandmother’s birthday present?” I asked.

She nodded. “Sure do. This one looks nearly exactly like it. Where’d you find it?”

Reaching forward, I grabbed the foot that was slipping closer and closer to my balls, and lifted it into my hands. Rubbing it softly, I encouraged a moan out of her before I told her what I did next.

A smile tilted up the corners of my mouth. “This is it.”

Her mouth fell open and she froze. “You’re kidding me.”

I shook my head. “Nope. This is it. I bought it for you the week before we…yeah.”

She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, there were tears gathering in the beautiful depths. “You bought it for me?”

I nodded once. “Yes. You couldn’t keep your eyes off it that day. The man was more than happy to give it to someone that could make some more memories in it like he did.”

“That’s kind of gross to think about,” she said as she leaned forward and swam to me. “But I’m pretty sure we can make some hellacious memories in this bitch.”

I grinned so wide my face hurt. “We sure as hell can.”

Then I kissed her.

Her lips were cool from the water drying on her skin, and her hair smelled like the men’s body wash I used instead of her girly soap.

Her long arms wrapped around my neck as her body practically floated above mine, tempting, but not quite touching.

All, that is, except for the head of my dick.

That was most definitely touching her.

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