Page 94 of Retribution

“What? it’s our first trip away together. I wanted it to be special.” He smiles, pushing off the wall and striding towards me.

“And you say you aren’t a hopeless romantic,” I joke as a laugh rips from his throat. He turns on the tub and adds the complimentary bubble bath.

“You deserve to be relaxed.”

He walks closer to me and leans down to kiss my bare shoulder. I stand still whilst he unzips my dress, letting the material fall to my feet. It’s only then, I notice I’ve left my shoes in the garden outside.

“My shoes!” I exclaim.

“Shh, we’ll get them tomorrow.” He presses his finger to my lips and places more kisses across my collarbones.

My neck rolls from the bliss, the relief it gives me to know it’s him whose touching my skin and it only ever will be him.

Slowly, he peels his own clothes off his body, our outfits forming a damp pile in the middle of the room. He takes hold of my hand and guides me towards the bath, helping me step in without falling.

Like the sweet guy he is, he lights some of the tealights around the bath as I stand in the middle, waiting for him to join me. He climbs in behind me, sitting down with his legs spread wide, allowing me to sit down between them as the water continues to fill around us.

The bubbles smell delightful.

I place some of the bubbles in my hand and gently play with them, working them around my hands.

Reed’s hands tickle their way up my back until they reach my shoulders. He kneads his fingers into my shoulders and begins to massage the tight tendons, it feels immensely good, maybe too good.

A moan slips through my lips as he works his way around the knots that have formed, the tension in my body seemingly slipping away from his tender hands. I roll my neck slightly and let my damp hair hang in front of me, appreciating the effort he’s putting in to make me feel better.

My mind wanders to a place without Reed, thinking about how differently tonight could have turned out if he wasn’t here with me. Scott still would have been there; he still would have tried to have his way with me and I would have been just as completely helpless.

Not only did Reed save me, but he’s now sat behind me trying to put the pieces of me back together. I don’t think I understood the depth of my feelings for him until tonight, seeing how much he was willing to put himself on the line just for me to feel more comfortable. Seeing him destroy Scott for what he did to me has my thighs pooling, the concept of having someone to be your knight in shining armor is every girl’s dream.

I lean backwards on his firm chest as he moves his hands out of the way, bringing them around to my front. His head rests in the crook of my neck and he splashes the water over my breasts, watching the water run from them. The difference between the hot water and the cold air as the water disappears, has my nipples hardening, earning a chuckle from a thrilled Reed.

“It’s not you, it’s the water!” I tease him.

His lips run up the expanse of my neck, as I shiver from the delicate touch.

“Is that so?” he taunts, referring to the new coating of goosebumps lining my breasts. I tighten my lips, knowing there is no way to avoid my reactions to him.

I lean forward and turn my body around so that I’m face to face with him. He looks at me with a pout from the loss of contact between us.

I crawl to him on my knees, leaning over his muscular body as the water laps beneath my breasts causing them to bob slightly. His gaze shifts between my face and my breasts whilst a satisfied grin spreads across his face.

“I want to thank you, for everything,” I whisper, seductively.

He leans further back in the tub and rests his arms along the side of the tub, catching my drift. It’s then that I see his cock is already completely solid and sticking upright out of the water.

Well, that makes things easier.

Smiling up at him, I readjust myself to his waistline, my mouth beginning to water. His breath has already become strained, and I haven’t even touched him yet.

“You know that you don’t need to thank me for a single thing, Indie. You deserve men to drop to their knees to serve you in their thousands,” he whispers, the words binding through my heart.

This man.

I take hold of his member firmly, the veins protruding through the silky skin. A groan escapes his lips as I begin to lower my head, the sound alone sending pleasure signals in between my legs. The bottom half of his cock is still below the water level, meaning I only have the upper half to work with. Most would think it would mean half the work, instead I see it as double the effort.

I dart my tongue out of my mouth a swirl it around the head oh his cock, earning a whimper from his lips. I slide my tongue up and down the underside of his cock, teasing my way up to the top but before I reach the head, I pull my tongue back down, taunting him.

“Oh, Indie. Baby” He moans through gritted teeth.

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