Page 27 of Last First Love
But the first drawer I open in my alleged quest for a tissue or washcloth contains approximately one million little tiny tea candles. And right next to that? Bath bombs that are glittery and pink. Yep, she's a bath junkie.
The very thought of her luscious naked body all wet and slippery in that humongous tub is enough to make my dick stir again. Probably a big mistake to think about Lily naked right now when I'm supposed to be de-boner-ing myself in here.
However, that very naughty notion is giving me an idea. Perhaps the best idea I'll have all month long. I start running the water in the tub and plunk four of those glittery bath bombs in the tub. Two for her and two for me, right?
Then I take out all the candles I can find and start placing them around the tub. I had the candlelight picnic thing working for me for a minute or two there, but a candlelight bathtub situation could definitely work in my favor too. Maybe this will show Lily that I have the right skills to be a good man for her, to let her know that she's absolutely worthy of love and adoration. That it's more than me be willing to risk my neck with her brother to have a chance at her affections.
I pull the lighter from my pocket and by the time I'm finished, the entire bathroom is aglow with the light of all the little candles I could locate. The scent of the bath bombs is a bit overwhelming in my opinion, but if it's what Lily likes, I'm not going to say no to it. I want this entire evening to be about what she likes, from our picnic to the bathtub, to everything that happens between us afterwards.
And at the thought of everything afterwards, my dick makes a valiant rally and rises to the occasion yet again. Sheesh. I haven't had a handjob in my pants type episode since I was sixteen or so, and there was something so innocent about it that it actually heightened the entire experience for me.
I love Lily's innocence. I want to make tonight as good for her as possible, so maybe we can make this a regular thing between us. I get that I'm not her first choice for a boyfriend, but I still think I can seal the deal with her. I'm not all bad, am I?
I mean, she definitely thinks I’m hot so I get points for that at least. And then even putting aside the monumental amounts of chemistry between us, I can be romantic when I need to be. It's not really my area of expertise, but I think a candlelit bathtub seduction scene should count for something. Maybe even better than my porch picnic idea.
The bath is filling up and reeks of whatever fragrance is in those glitter covered bath bombs. I'm pretty sure my ass is going to end up covered in sparkles for the next week or two, but if this helps to show Lily that I'm a guy who is willing and able to play by whatever rules she has in her head, then I'm fine with having a glitter dip tonight.
With all of the candles lit and the bathtub full of hot pink, heavily fragranced glitter, I'm ready to put phase two of tonight's seduction plans into action. I quickly remove and fold up my clothing and check myself out one last time in the mirror.
I could kiss myself I'm so pretty. I bunch up one of my biceps and do just that. Honestly, half of sealing the deal with a hot chick like Lily is having the confidence to make a move on her in the first place. And that's one department where I'm definitely not lacking. I check my manscaping and am satisfied that she'll like what I'm offering. Then I head out into her hallway to get her attention.
I stride toward her bedroom and find her hiding under the blankets in her room. She's definitely not giving off the come-hither vibes that she was earlier, but hopefully a little more candlelight and maybe some naughty bathtub time with yours truly will help her get over her nerves.
"Pretty Lily, aren't you going to come out and play?" I use my teasing voice with her, the one that should at least get me a smile or a giggle, but instead she bunches up the blankets around her like she's freezing to death in her bedroom.
She's not, obviously. We were fine outside earlier, and I know her well enough by now to know this is nothing more than nervousness. Well, I can work with that.
"Why don't you come help me wash my back? I can't seem to reach it." I bat my eyelashes at her, then turn halfway so she can see the muscles in question. Then I flex, of course, so she gets a good view of everything I'm offering her.
"I can't come out there. How about you turn off the lights and let's do it real quick before I lose my nerve?" Well, now she sounds pissed. Definitely not what I was hoping for.
"Lily, please. I set up a very fancy bath for you and me to enjoy together. And I can't wait to soap you up at my leisure." I make a face at her that's somewhere between a pout and a kiss, then beckon her with my index finger. "Come on out pretty Lily before I have to carry you and put you in the bathtub myself."
"You wouldn't," she grumbles, but sits up enough that I can see the soft skin of her two shoulders, the length of her collarbone where I'm ready to kiss her again as soon as possible.
I pretend to scowl at her and cross my arms. "Try me."
She huffs out a very dramatic sigh but eventually sits up, letting her magnificent breasts free from the blanket that was covering them. My dick lets its appreciation of this fact be known by thickening again, and I can hear her sharp inhalation at the evident appreciation of Little Daniels.
"Let's go, pretty girl." I hold out my hand to her. She finally rises from her bed but takes the sheet with her and wraps it around herself like a mint green toga. I raise an eyebrow at her but I'm not going to give her any more shit about it as long as she comes with me and gets naked pretty darn quickly.
She slides her soft, tiny hand into mine and I pull her toward her bathroom.
"Oh," she says, her hand at her lips. "Is this what you've been doing?"
I nod. "I hope you like it."
Her face scrunches up and it's difficult for me to see what's written there in the flickering light of the candles. "I figured you were trying to come up with some way to make an exit without making me mad at you. I mean, you did already come." Her eyes flick over to my erection and she audibly gulps.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, I guess? I'm definitely not trying to leave. I'm hoping to make this good for you, Lily. Treat you the way that you deserve to be treated. With respect. Affection." I pause, watching her breathing, her curves moving delicately beneath the sheet with every inhalation. "Adoration." I lick my lips. "Lust."
Her eyes finally shift to meet mine at the last word, wrung out of me by her nearness. I'm drowning in a sea of want for her, and it's all I can do to restrain myself long enough for her to meet my gaze.
When her tongue flicks out to wet her mouth, my last thread of self-control finally snaps and I reach for her, plundering her mouth with my own. She moans and presses against me, but she's still holding onto the damn sheet like it's the last item keeping her afloat when all I want is for her to go under with me.
As I kiss her, I reach for the hand that's holding the sheet in a knot just above the swells of her breasts. Then I carefully, ever so slowly, unwind her fist one finger at a time until her hand is free and ready to be wrapped up by my own. I deliberately move away from her long enough for the sheet to fall, then I stop kissing her and wait a moment. It feels like forever, but I know I need to wait long enough to make sure she's okay.
"Come into the bathtub with me, beautiful. I want to put my hands all over you."
