He lets my hair go and starts to soap my shoulders, my arms, my breasts and my stomach. I hold my breath as I anticipate him going lower, but he soaps my back instead, my ass and the backs of my legs. Then he turns me around and soaps the front of my legs up to my hips. Again, he comes close to the part of me that has started to ache for his touch, but again, he ignores it. He hands the soap to me instead.
"Your turn."
I stare at the soap. Okay. I've never given a man a bath before, but I'll give it a try.
Ethan turns his back to me so I start scrubbing that while he stays still as a statue. I work on his ass next, covering it in suds and then watching as the water washes it all away so I can admire his firm flesh. I only stop staring at it when Ethan turns around.
I kiss him as I soap his chest. Even though I'm not touching him directly, I can still feel how defined his muscles are. I think I'm doing a good job scrubbing them, too - up until Ethan surprises me by slipping a finger inside me.
I pull away and gasp. The soap slips from my fingers but I catch it before it slides past his stomach.
He pushes another finger inside me. I grip his shoulder as my knees tremble. I try to continue washing his body, but when those digits inside me start moving, I drop the soap.
I cling to Ethan, moaning and trembling as he fucks me with his fingers. I can feel myself melting, contracting around him. I move my hips to get more of the delicious friction.
Maybe it's because of all the fun Ethan and I had today or maybe it's because my feelings for him have grown stronger. Whatever the reason, I feel more excited than ever before. I can already feel the heat in my body swirling.
I pull Ethan's face down to mine so he can muffle my moans with his mouth as that heat explodes. I stand on the tips of my toes and press my quivering lips firmly against his. My arms and legs tremble.
Once the pleasure starts to subside, I let Ethan's face go. I let the soles of my feet touch the cold floor once more as I lean on his chest. He pulls his fingers out and wraps his arms around me.
For a moment, we stay still, letting the drops of water splatter off our skin and trickle down our bodies. Only the sound of the shower fills the air.
Then Ethan states the obvious. "You dropped the soap."
I chuckle. "I know."
It's his fault. If he had only behaved, I would have been able to finish washing him. I guess I still have to do that.
I kneel down to pick up the soap. I manage to get my fingers around it, but as I'm about to stand up, I make the mistake of lifting my head first. The sight in front of me immediately distracts me.
Ethan's long, thick cock, hard and wet.
Shit.
I consider washing it. Instead, I let the soap go and grasp it with my bare hands. I plant a reverent kiss on the swollen tip.
"What are you doing?" Ethan asks.
I look up to meet his gaze. "Thanking you for taking me sightseeing in Bern today."
A treat for a treat.
I close my eyes and wrap my lips around his cock. I make my cheeks hollow and carefully fit as much of it as I can inside my mouth. Then I suck. Ethan draws a sharp breath as his hands fall on my shoulders.
I start to move my head slowly back and forth. Hopefully, this time he'll let me control the pace so I can enjoy what I'm doing.
He does. I can tell it's getting hard for him to restrain himself from the way his fingers are digging into my skin and the grunts and hisses I hear each time he trembles, but he accomplishes it. He allows me to drag my tongue and my lips across his cock as I grip his shaft with one hand and cradle his balls with the other.
I don't know how I know what I'm doing, considering this is just the second time I've ever given a blow job, but Ethan's reactions tell me I'm doing it well, and that inspires me to do even better.