yeah? What made you listen to it recently?” He questioned me. And for a few fast seconds I froze inside. How was I supposed to answer that? I think he could tell from my face because he laughed. “Don’t worry if it was another date.” He reached down and brushed my hair away from my eyes. “I understand you’re going on other dates. It’s okay, Gemma.”
“I just feel bad,” I said with an awkward smile. “But yeah, I went on a date with another guy and we went to a jazz concert. Well, not really a concert, but it was a jazz bar, you know?” I could hear myself mumbling, tripping over my words. Why was I so awkward at this? I wish I could be smooth.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said and leaned down and gave me a kiss. “I’m okay with it. I understand the process.” He shrugged. “So, I was thinking,” he sucked on my lower lip.
“Yeah?” I said as I kissed him back.
“Maybe I will get in the tub with you after all,” he said with a wink. “Is there a space?”
I laughed at him. “You know there’s space. This tub is huge.”
“Yeah, I know.” He stood back up. I watched as he took his briefs off and I could feel my jaw dropping as I stared at his naked cock. He was huge. I mean, he wasn’t fist size huge, but he was big. He had to have been at least seven inches and thick. Wow was all I could think, my eyes wide as I stared at him. I looked up to his face and I could see that he was laughing at me.
“Like what you see?” He grinned. And all I could do was nod. He got into the tub next to me and I shifted over slightly. He moved so that he was behind me and I leaned my body back into him, resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I sat in his lap so that I was actually on top of him now instead of in the tub. I could feel his cock underneath me. And even though it wasn’t as hard as it had been before, it was still very stiff. His hands played with my stomach through the water and it felt even more sensual than normal as his fingers came up to play with my nipples, I moaned as I leaned back and kissed the side of his face. Even though we’d never had sex yet, this felt almost more intimate than the act of sex. Maybe it was because I’d never had a bath with a man before. Maybe it was because I’d never had a bath with a man before and been so deliciously happy and excited.
“So, Gemma,”
“Yes, Lucas?” I said softly as his hands slid between my legs. I could feel his finger next to my clit and he started rubbing it gently. My body reacted almost immediately, shivering and trembling as he touched me.
“Can I tell you something, Gemma?” He whispered in my ear and all I could do was murmur, “Yes.” His finger rubbed and rubbed and all I could think about was coming.
“I know we’re not official or anything, but I was wondering if you’d be interested in joining me at a party on New Year’s Eve?” he said softly.
“Of course,” I said, not even thinking, my mind just focused on the orgasm that was about to erupt in my body. “Whatever you want, sure.”
“Thanks. I’m so happy,” he growled. “Are you okay?” He said as my body trembled.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know, you just seemed to be a little turned on. Do you need a release or something?” He growled. And I knew he was teasing me as his finger slipped away from my pussy and traced the way back up toward my face.
“Lucas, what are you doing?” I moaned, I didn’t want to have to beg him to let me orgasm.
“What do you want me to do?” His hand came up to my neck and squeezed slightly as if he were about to choke me. I lay there even more turned on. The pressure of his fingers was definitely intense, but it wasn’t too much.
“Lucas, you know.” I turned toward him slightly and kissed him on the lips. His hand was still pressing into my skin.
“You want me to fuck you?” He gazed into my eyes and I blushed.