BANKS Maya - Undenied (Samhain).txt by Undenied (Samhain).txt

watched in fascination as he began undressing, unable to tear her eyes away from his muscled body. His cock was hard. Erect. His desire there for her to see in all its glory.
    “Mind if I join you?” he asked.
    She scooted forward in the tub, only too willing to share the slice of heaven.
    He climbed in and settled behind her, stretching out his legs on either side of her. Then he pulled her back until she was cradled against his chest.
    “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “This is all so fantastic.”
    He kissed the curve of her shoulder, working his way to her neck. He stopped at her ear, nibbling and tasting the small indention behind her lobe.
    “The night is only just beginning,” he murmured.
    They lay that way in the tub, her cradled in his arms, hot water lapping gently over the curves of her breasts. After several languid minutes, he reached for the bottle of body wash lying on the side and squeezed some into his hand.
    He pushed her forward just enough that he could wash her back. Alternating firmness and gentleness, he massaged and worked his hands over her shoulders.
    A sigh of bliss escaped barely parted lips, and she closed her eyes, enjoying his tender treatment of her. Then his hands worked around to her front, dipping down to cup her breasts in his hands.
    Against the small of her back, she could feel his cock, rigid, laying flat against his stomach, pressed to her skin. It burned her skin much hotter than the water. Suddenly the water seemed tepid in comparison.
    If she lifted her ass just a teeny bit… It would be so easy to have him pull her down, sinking into her pussy in one easy glide.
    She squirmed at the mental image and unconsciously shifted, moving upward, inviting.
    Wes chuckled in her ear. “Not yet, sweetheart. Not yet.”
    She sighed and relaxed again, allowing her body to mold to his once more. Her need was making her edgy, and yet she had no desire for his seduction to be hurried. She felt pulled in a dozen different directions.
    Her demand for satisfaction weighed heavy against her desire to draw out the evening as long as she could. Fortunately for her, she didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter.
    A knock at their door startled her, but Wes’s hand covered her shoulder. “You stay right here and enjoy your bath.”
    He stood and a rush of water rained down his body. She turned to look at him, unable to resist. Her breath caught in her throat and stuttered out in shaky gasps.
    He stepped over the side of the tub, giving her a fantastic view of his cock, still stiff and distended. She reached her hand up to cup his balls, sliding her fingers out and over his erection.
    He paused in mid-stride and closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds before gently disentangling himself from her grasp. Grabbing a towel from the rack, he whipped it around his waist, tucking one of the ends in so it would stay.
    Then he bent down to get his wallet out of his jeans pocket and headed for the door. She craned her head, trying to see around his big body as he opened the door, but whoever was there was firmly hidden from view.
    Ah well, it didn’t matter. She was enjoying all of Wes’s surprises so far. She sank back into the tub, reclining so the water seeped up to her neck.
    A few seconds later, Wes shut the door and she looked over to see him carrying several containers of food to the table. He glanced up and met her gaze then smiled.
    “Take your time. I’m going to set up our dinner and then I’ll get you out of the tub.”
    Just the way he said “get you out of the tub” sent a hundred different shivers and sparks down her spine and tightened the nerves between her legs until she had to force herself to relax.
    She watched him from underneath half-lidded eyes as he prepared the table, still dressed in just a towel. Too bad telekinesis was only
    something for the movies because she could really use some right now. With one mental push she could tear that towel right off