Page 84 of Touch Me

“Why are you doing this?”

“For you.”

“For me?”

“Of course.” She takes a few steps toward me. “I want you to feel as good as you made me feel. You were so amazing, and I ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin it. How could it be your fault? I don’t want you to think I didn’t enjoy myself up there.” I take a step toward her and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. My finger buzzes a bit, but it isn’t unbearable. “You’re so beautiful. So sexy and exciting. The fact that I can’t get over my issues says more about me than it does you. Don’t ever think you're not perfect. I’m the one that’s fucked up.”

“You’re not fucked up. We just need to find your recipe.”

A grin splits my face. “My recipe, huh?”

“You ready?”

Cassie takes a step back and lifts her shirt over her head. Her breasts are perfectly full with rosy nipples, and I close the gap between us, softly running the tips of my fingers over her breast. She closes her eyes and outwardly sighs before bending over to shimmy out of her shorts. When she stands, she moves a little closer. Steam fills the air, and her skin has a dewy sheen to it. So I reach out and glide my fingertips from her shoulders to her hands, making her skin pebbles with goosebumps.

Interesting.

Her skin is so responsive. In a good way, not like mine. Maybe I can learn to do this. With the right recipe, as she put it.

I lean in and run my tongue from the base of her neck to just below her ear. Nothing touching her but my tongue. She shivers, and her nipples tighten into buds. Bending down, I run my tongue over one of them. She arches her back, and her hands come up instinctively, but she corrects herself, peering down at me through half-lidded eyes.

She licks her lips. “Do it again.”

I do it again to the other breast and suck her nipple into my mouth. My lips tingle with sparks and my body quakes inside, but I can’t stop. She tips her head back and moans. I take a step back just to look at her. Perfect breasts, pouty lips, gorgeous glowing skin, a slim waist that flares into sexy, curvy hips and thighs. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

Her eyes are blazing hot, the green shimmering. “Your turn.”

I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt off in one quick motion.

She walks closer and tilts her head up toward my face. “I want to feel you.”

“Not yet.”

The tub is almost full, so I shut the water off and turn back toward Cassie. She looks at me expectantly. I pull my pants down and step out of them. Her eyes peruse my body, and she has a small smile on her face. I don’t know if that’s a good thing. Is she happy with what she sees or amused?

She motions to the tub behind me. “Why don’t you get in first?”

I step in with one foot on the bench seat. “Wow, that’s hot. I guess we should've adjusted the temperature.”

As soon as I take a seat, Cassie steps in and takes a seat directly across from me. She leans back and closes her eyes. Her breasts peek out over the surface of the water, and her skin is shiny and wet. Her hair piled high on her head with little strands pasted to her neck from the steam. She looks like a goddess.

“Turn the jets on,” she says without raising her head or opening her eyes.

I reach over the side, hit the button, and resume staring. She takes in a deep breath, and her breasts come all the way out of the water before she sinks down as she exhales. The jets have bubbles and steam popping between us.

She levels her head and opens her eyes. “How do you feel? Are you relaxed?”

“No. I’m naked, and there’s a girl in my tub. I’m the exact opposite of relaxed.” She giggles—my heart thumps in my chest, and the hot water has my body throbbing all over.

“Tip your head back and close your eyes,” she says softly as she wades closer, and I immediately tense up anticipating a touch. “I won’t touch you until you're ready, I promise. Just close your eyes.”

I sink lower into the water and rest my head on the edge of the tub. I close my eyes but my anxiety would never allow me to relax with someone so close. Chancing a peek, I crack one eye open. She’s still in the same spot, the middle of the tub, on her knees.

“Will you relax,” she laughs. “I said I won’t touch you.”

“Sorry, you make me nervous.”

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