She is lying in the warm, swirling water of the oversized whirlpool tub which is sunken in the middle of the bathroom floor in the Pendergast Dakota apartment. Her long, brown curls are pinned up, and she is drowsing from the heat of the water and the delicious swirls enveloping her body. The steam carries a faint fragrance of lavender from the soap she has used. She hears the door open softly but hears no footsteps padding across the room which is bathed in deep amber from the glow of the dimmed lighting. Presently, she hears a deep Southern purr asking, “Would you care for some company, my dear?” “Mmmmmmm,” she murmurs, “that would be nice. That would be very nice.” A small smile of expectation blossoms as she hears Aloysius step down into the tub and feels him gently lay next to her in the golden-rippled water. She opens her eyes, smiles into the face of the man she loves, and tenderly brushes aside the lock of platinum hair that seems to be forever falling over his forehead. Aloysius slides an arm beneath her shoulders and with the other hand unpins her hair letting its soft waves fall slowly into the foaming water. Her right arm encircles his neck while with her left hand, she begins to stroke the deeply-muscled arms and back of the man who is tenderly positioning her chest to chest. Starting at her temples, Aloysius begins to kiss her with a slow passion that turns her stomach to jelly. Moving over her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and finally her lips, she moans softly burying her face against his shoulder. He smiles at her, his beautiful slate-blue eyes narrowing in desire as he nuzzles her neck. Languorously, she moves her hand to his chest where she begins a slow circle of his breast with the flat of her hand putting a bit more pressure on his nipple with each pass. He moves his body a little apart from hers to give her better reach while closing his eyes with the pleasure she is giving him. She nestles against him and uses her tongue to create slow circles around and over his hardened nipples. She suckles first one then the other nipping just a little above the aureoles. As Aloysius’ breathing becomes heavier and his embrace tighter, she begins to glide her fingers across the tautness of his lower stomach just above the lush triangle of moonlight-colored hair. She can feel him stiffening against her belly and reaches down to stroke him in the places she knows he likes best. With a deep moan of pleasure and of want, Aloysius turns her onto her back her head resting on the slanted, smooth lip of the tub and using his tongue and agonizingly drawn-out kisses on her breasts hardens her nipples almost to the point of pain. As her body responds to him, his fingers enter her and slowly, maddeningly slide in and out pushing deeper into her with each stroke. Eyes locked on each other, a silent signal passes between them, and her legs open to receive him. He kisses her hard on the lips and enters her pushing gently at first then deeper and more urgently as their rhythm matches stroke for stroke. She can feel the muscles in his back and shoulders tighten as he nears climax, and she has all she can do to keep herself in control until he is ready. With a shudder and ragged breath meeting ragged breath, they finish one into the other locked in each other’s arms. She gives him what he likes the best; her body arcing beneath his in the throes of multiple orgasm.
When they have completed loving each other, he whispers little, secret lover’s things which make her smile and chuckle. He nuzzles her hair and ear in contentment while keeping her in a close embrace. Gazing at her lover and sighing, she smiles, runs her hand from his throat to his silky blonde thatch of pubic hair, and raising her arms grasps the soap lying in the dish next to her. “If you would like to sit up, Love,” she asks playfully,“ I would be happy to wash your back.”
With a broad grin and some ideas of his own, Aloysius Pendergast does as she requests.
