Water under the bridge

Part 8: the reunion

Part 8: The reunion

Before I jump in the shower I fill the bathtub, my plan is to pamper her all day, starting with giving her a nice bath and a massage. I add some bathing salt and watch as bubbles start to form. In the shower I wash myself using her soap which smells of lilacs, it's the scent of her. When we all lived at the Dimera mansion I would often use her soap, it made me feel close to her..., I just always liked smelling like her. Quickly I dry myself and then realize that I don't have any clean clothes to wear. I went for a run in the clothes I wore yesterday and it's all sweaty. Well the towel will have to do then. Fastening the towel around my waist, I turn off the water to the tub. Looking in the cabinets I find some scented candles which I arrange around the tub. Taking one last glance around the bathroom I feel satisfied with what I had to work with. Turning off the light I walk back to her.

I wonder what he is doing, it's taking a long time for him to shower and I hear him rumbling around in there. I feel exhausted but in a good way, our talk was long overdue and I feel like I can finally relax. My mind is brighter and I feel hopeful for us and our future. I even feel positive about facing Brady and I feel confident that I will get through to him and then we can put all this behind us.
I catch myself smiling and it just gets bigger when John comes out from the bathroom only wearing a towel. His hair is tousled and his chest is still wet. I lick my lips as my eyes roam over his body. Oh my this man is built like a statue of a Greek god. His abs are so defined, his shoulders board and his arms so delicious and strong. He seems even more beautiful than ever. Maybe it's because it's been so long since I last saw him naked. I have seen him in my dreams but they don't do him justice. My body hasn't forgotten what he did earlier this morning and it's still begging for the release it was robbed. Wetness is starting to form at my center, yet again. He starts to walk towards me and I hold my breath. I know he has a plan, I can see this determined look in his eyes.

I stride across the room with determined steps as I look at her. She is aroused again but she will have to be patient. I'm gonna take my time to pamper her before I'm going to take her and fuck her all day long. That's my plan anyway, I just hope I can trust myself and not go straight to the fucking part. 
I lift her in my arms and walk to the bathroom.

A romantic sigh meets my eyes as we enter the bathroom. So that is what took him so long. I can't help it as I kiss his neck, right at one off his pleasure spots. I feel him hold onto me tighter as I do so. He stops at the bathtub which is full of bubbles and a scent of lilac and candles fill the room. He is such a romantic, always has been. Even when he couldn't remember anything he always instinctively knew how to treat a woman. It's just in his genes. I think it pleases him and makes him feel worthy of my love. He lowers me to the floor where I have to lean my weight on one foot, my other still hurting. "I'm going to take care of you baby, first off is a nice warm bath combined with a massage. I know you must be exhausted and your body sore from your fall so this should be nice and relaxing for you" I smile at him, always so tuned in on what I need. Often he knows my needs before I do. That's the privilege of being with your best friend and soulmate. As I stand he loosens the knot on my robe revealing my naked body underneath. He slowly pushes it off my shoulders, sliding his hands along my arms, feather light. The temperature is rising quickly not only in the room but in my body. You can cut the sexual tension with a deaf knive. He tenderly guides me into the bathtub, carefully lowering me into the hot water. It feels heavenly soaking in the water, feeling the effects on my sore muscles. John sits at the edge. "Aren't you going to join me big fella?" I say while smiling.

It's very difficult to resist temptation when she is giving me that look and smile. But I will try to stick to my plan as long as physically possible. She sure does make it very hard...my cock that is...
"Not now honey, this is just for you" She looks like a disappointed little girl when she pouts her mouth, splashing some water my way.  I grab the washing sponge and some soap. I walk behind her and start at her neck and shoulders. Running the sponge along her skin. Down her arms. I repeat this path a couple of times before I start to gently massage her shoulders. I can feel her relax under my fingers, a sigh leaves her along with some quiet moans. When there aren't any knots left to massage I decide to move on. I take the shampoo and softly start to massage her hair and scalp. She moans louder saying my hands are magic. I can't tell you how much I enjoy giving her this kind of love ,attention and affection. It's rare that we have time for this during our busy lives. I take a mental note to remember to treasure her this way more often. I rinse the shampoo out of her hair, moving to my next destination....her breasts. Taking the sponge again I dip it into the water. I'm still kneeling behind her on the hard floor, my knees are starting to hurt a bit, but I don't care, so I continue. I bring the sponge to her right breast, following the outline of it. Her nipple gets erect immediately even though the water is warm. I wash around it on purpose, waiting to touch it. I move to her left breast and to the same. She is quiet but I hear her breathing heavily.