Sade

chapter 6

Peter....

I followed her outside where she strode to the outside bathtub. I knew she thought I was still out with Lake to where we had gone to meet Alfonso,  plus, unlike the bastard who had married Helena, I did not have a hundred servants. So she probably believed she was alone and free finally.

I watched her as she dropped her dress in a swift movement, then soon her lingerie fell next to her feet. I gave a sharp intake of breath and I felt my trousers hardening as she started tying her hair into a scruffy bun exposing her delicate shoulder blade to my watch, and oh I did watch.

Inside those white and blue dresses she wore when doing housework was a beautiful woman with perfect curves. Her breasts hung firmly onto her chest. God, the way her tits made a contrast to the rest of her pale skin. My eyes crawled back up to her fragile neck, resting there then to her eyes. She had the locket.

Her deep black beautiful eyes, were slightly open as she massaged her shoulders to relieve herself of the day's load. Oh, how I wanted to get my hands on those fragile shoulders of hers.

I wanted to kneed onto her shoulders until she loosened up because I surprisingly did not like the way she was tense, plus a massage would do her good. She turned to the tub and eased herself into the water. Soon bubbles rose and a thick white foam crowned the black marble tub.

I wished she could start singing but to be honest, not everyone in the world was talented plus such a wish questioned my manhood. I shook my head in frustration and moved closer hiding by the corridor that led to the bathroom from the house.

I snapped a twig to check if she was sleeping and as soon as the twig snapped her head snapped to where I was. I quickly leaned back into the shadows hiding from her. She let out a sigh and there was silence as she sunk back into the tub.

There was a slight movement filled by her raising one leg at a time to pull off her knickers. Oh God wasn't that just a move of a temptress trying to get you into bed.

I was tempted to snap more twigs to scare her and just run around to get her scared maybe put some insects or reptiles but I just wanted her to sleep. So I decided otherwise.

Ten minutes passed with me just watching her as she lay in the tub. I whistled and there was silence. I whistled again, then again and again. Silence.

Slowly I dispatched myself from the shadows and walked towards the tub. I placed my fingers on her shoulder blade and my breath hitched. My breath fucking hitched.

I ignored it as I continued trailing my way up her face. Her lips looked fuller, her lips were the character you were first drawn to the moment you looked at her. You know that characteristic in a person you are attracted to the moment you look at them.

Be it big eyes, firm lips or rather their nose. That thing you describe them with. Say you meet them and have to tell someone you say, I met someone with these firm lips then later go into the rest of their features.

So her lips were firm and her nose was thin and a bit long, not in an obnoxious witchy way but ordinary long. Her dark hair and eyebrows made her look like a gypsy and I could not help but be more anxious about her background.

By the time I stopped gazing, my fingers were on her lips and I was leaning way too much into the tub that I almost slipped in. I let a few locks fall from her head and they crowned her head perfectly.

I turned off the bubbles and put the water circulation on. I did not mean to really, but they were disturbing the view. I wanted to see her and see her now. All of her in fact.

I resisted the urge to stretch out my hand and touch the rosy red buds on her firm breasts. She sighed in her sleep and sunk into the bathtub further probably for warmth. Damn, I wanted a woman for the first time in my life and it was not bad in any way I noticed.

Once the water was cleared of all bubbles I let my eyes wander to where I had wanted to look for a long time now. And that was between her legs. I was not ashamed to dip my hand into the water as I traced her thighs smoothly avoiding going much into her groin area.

I took her hand in mine gently so that she did not wake up, the small fragile hand lay in my bigger and firm one.

The work she did with her hands, I bet she was always tired, yesterday was gardening, then other junk that lasts forever. She trimmed the garden, did the laundry, cooked the food, washed the dishes and cleaned the house. She just worked herself all day for these past  three days only to find alone time after ten which she decided to spend at the tub only to fall asleep.

No matter how much she seemed content doing her chores, I realised they were too heavy for her. Who fell asleep in a bathtub to be honest?

I continued with my gazing and realised that she was shivering. She looked cold even though the water was a bit hot. A stupid part of me pulled me from my squat to bending, then I picked her from the tub. Talk about women who slept so much they could be stolen in their sleep.

She did not stop shivering as I carried her into the house. I climbed up the stairs with the woman in my arms. Apologies for my perverse ways but of course I kept my palm on her butt.

I lay her on her deep purple bed but did not cover her body with a blanket. Her whole room was bright and everything looked in perfect order. It was as if everything on it was a design. I groaned laying my head on her abdomen. I really did not want to leave now, not even ever.

"That's not fair..." I told her my lips kissing her navel as my hand lay on the warmth of the part of her inner thigh. I shrugged myself off her and threw a quilt on her running out to my room. I was also avoiding touching her locket.

I bolted into my room, shut the door and slid onto the back of my door my palm quickly running to cup my member. Oh, the things I already planned for us since the day I first met her. Damn she looked purely woman, more like a sex.

My hand reached into my pajama bottoms and right into my drawers drawing out my shaft. I started stroking myself as I kept Heather image in my mind, the way I would find my way into her was the major thought.

I wasn't picturing the slow and sensuous sex but it was the rough, (I start a low pant), fast, mind blowing, (I groan slow and low), hardcore fucking that would leave us both gasping for air.

I did not realise I was stroking myself faster and that my knees were brought up, legs apart, one of my hands reaching up and holding onto the door handle. My hips moved in rhythm with my strokes. Something wonderful broke out in my lower abdomen, making me lose control. All I could think of was Heather as my whole guard shattered in an orgasm.

Her name slipped past my lips as I reached the brink of the orgasm my hand not leaving my rock hard and damn hot shaft. The skin above the core was gliding smoothly as I kept the strokes coming causing me to writhe under my own touch.

I had never gotten intimate with myself to be honest and neither had I ever gotten intimate with someone else. Even though I always thought of that specific someone... who's not Helena.

Essence of the aftermath was shooting out with every stroke which felt just like a second orgasm, then a third, fourth, I don't know. I mean, my muscles were stretching further I actually thought I would snap some.

I declined from my very inappropriate orgasm initiated by a very sinful act panting and lying on the floor. My hand was still in my pajama bottoms holding my twitching member which had finally found its way back into my pants.

"Jesus Heather, I want more than just thoughts of you. I want to tie you on my desk and have hard sex with you till you can't see nothing. I...Want to try everything I have never tried before...With you...Shit now I'm talking alone..." I slowly stood up embarrassed of myself as I walked into bed and got in my blankets.

You will think I'm joking if I told you my dreams were filled with dark fucking with Heather in that room in my closet I had recently decorated. And you will think I'm a pervert if I told you I woke up to wet pajama pants that had a sticky fluid Heather was not going to be washing off.

But who cares what you think? You're irrelevant in my life.

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