50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

More Life: Chapter Forty-Seven

    Upon initial inspection, no cameras were found in the bathroom. Even if there were some cameras tucked away, the bathroom Aubrey ran was so hot that steam filled the room. He bent at the waist to turn off the water faucet. With the water off, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his board shorts and pushed them down to the floor. Steam clouded his vision as he expectantly turned towards the bathroom door opening.

     For a while, he saw nothing but clouds of steam rolling through the room, indoor clouds gaining in size. Then, a hint of brown showed through the steam. Frozen with his hands clenched at his sides, he stood watching his woman's approach.

    Slow steps, lips parted, blonde hair that had lost its straightness due to their day's swim. The curls were blonde, but already darker hair was sprouting at her roots. The moisture in the room clung to her body, creating a fine mist causing her skin to shine. She peered up at him with those big, brown eyes. Then, she lowered those eyes and dragged her gaze down his body. A tiny smile curved her lips and she took one step closer to him. "For old time's sake," she murmured quietly, reaching out and gingerly touching the birthmark on his forearm.

    That one touch brought so many memories and emotions surging at him. Dizziness nearly caused him to topple over, but he somehow remained erect... Or upright, he thought, correcting his own dirty thinking. His eyes fluttered closed as she continued to caress his birthmark. Why do I suddenly feel like I'm going to wake up from this? he wondered. Like all of this will have been some long fever dream born from a desperate wish to have her back? The thought was enough to shake him to his core. There was a strong urge to touch her, feel her, convince himself that she was really standing in front of him right now. He gave into that urge. Instead of touching her with his hands or fingers, he moved forward in a deft motion and nipped her shoulder with his teeth.

    Her shocked gasp was enough to excite him. She never had to do much.

    The nips transformed into gentle bites, then regressed into gentle kisses. With one hand, he tilted her head to the side to grant him more access to the crook of her neck. Then his kisses scaled up the slope of her neck and landed on her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally that pretty mouth of hers. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her into him. Gripped her earlobe between his two rows of teeth and traced her outer ear with his tongue before gruffly whispering, "In the water - and remain standing for me."

    Her eyes widened at the aggression in his voice, but she followed his instruction without further hesitation.

    Stroking his beard, he turned to stare at her.

    How fucking cute was she? Awkwardly standing in the tub, bubbles and water halfway up her calves, staring back at him and not knowing what to do.

    A smile teased his lips. "Turn to your right and place your hands on the wall tiles."

    Nervousness was beginning to creep in. She was chewing on her bottom lip with a deer-in-the-headlights look in those pretty browns. Still, she turned and planted her hands on the bath tiles as ordered. 

    He stood there, admiring her silhouette for several moments. The view was something he enjoyed, but he was also testing her to see if she'd change position or say anything without permission.

    But his girl was too good for that. She might take liberties, such as the earlier birthmark stroke, but she knew better than to move without receiving the next instruction. 

    "Good girl," he said when he was satisfied with the patience she displayed. His eyes remained on her as he lifted one foot and set it down inside the bathwater. Once he stood behind her, he had to take a moment to savor the view. The small of her back curved into a nice, round ass that he noticed was smaller than before. Granted, neither of them were eating nearly as much as they had back in Toronto or Cali. When he found out they'd be staying here without television or many forms of entertainment, he was worried that he'd start eating out of sheer boredom. For some reason, eating was an afterthought here. Maybe that's because a pair of agents always have to fetch food for us whenever we run out, he thought, reaching out and grabbing a handful of her ass.