Can You Bathe Me?

Can You Bathe Me?
Nathan’s POV

I stood there under the running water, heart still racing from everything that has happened in the last hours.

I saw her gulp, noticed when her cheeks stained bright red as her eyes remained on my dick. The fact that she kept staring made my dick harder.

Fuck I must look like a pervert right now. Damn it.

I mustered up courage to break the silence and asked her. “Can you… bathe me, Kayla? My shoulder hurts badly and I…” I was still speaking when she turned around and stormed out.

“Absolutely not!”

I felt my face fall, and my dick sagging like her reaction just switched off the mood. 

Before I could exhale, Kayla came charging back in minutes later, looking flustered but determined.

“Fine,” she muttered. “But only because you’re hurt trying to save the world. Sit down,” she said, motioning to the bathtub at the corner.

I grinned like I’d won the lottery and lowered myself carefully into the bathtub, careful not to get the bandage wet. She knelt beside me, sleeves rolled up, and started washing me with gentle, soapy hands.

She was so careful…avoiding the bandaged shoulder completely, letting warm water run only where it was safe. 

Her soft hands moved over my chest, my arms, my back. Every touch sent electricity straight through me. I closed my eyes, grinding my teeth hard to stop myself from moaning out loud.

When she washed my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp, I almost lost it. Then her hands returned to my body, sliding lower, slow and thorough. I was painfully hard, throbbing under the water. A deep, involuntary moan escaped my throat and she froze.

“That’s it,” she said quickly, cheeks flaming as she dropped the washcloth on my chest. “You can rinse yourself off. I’m done.”

She tried to stand, but I caught her wrist gently.

“Kayla…” My voice was rough, thick with want. “You can’t leave me like this.”

Her eyes dropped for a second before snapping back up, heat creeping up her neck. “What else do you want?”

I guided her hand slowly downward until her fingers brushed against my very hard, aching length. She gasped as I groaned at the contact.

For one heartbeat, her hand stayed there. Then she snatched it back like she’d been burned.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I can’t.” She bolted out of the bathroom.

I exhaled harshly, head falling back against the tub. 

God, I want her so fucking badly. Years of loving her from the shadows, and now she was finally mine. 

But I refused to rush her.

I finished rinsing, dried off, and walked out of the bathroom completely naked.

Kayla was in the kitchen, leaning over the counter reaching for something. I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pressed my body against hers, lips brushing her neck.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I got too forward.”

She shivered but didn’t pull away. “You’re not sorry enough… because you’re still hugging me while naked.”

I smiled against her skin and kissed her neck again, slower this time. She tilted her head, baring more of it for me. 

That small surrender made me lose control.

I spun her around, lifted her onto the counter with my good arm, and crashed my mouth against hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck immediately. 

The kiss deepened, hot and desperate. My hands roamed down her sides as I devoured her lips, her jaw, her throat.

She broke the kiss, breathing hard, eyes hesitant. “Nathan… I don’t want to get hurt again.”

I rested my forehead against hers, voice raw. “I would rather kill myself than hurt you.”

She searched my eyes for a long moment, looking deep for the truth. Whatever she saw there made her decision. 

She leaned in and kissed me again, hungrier this time.

I lifted her off the counter and carried her to the couch, laying her down like she was something precious. 

My hands trembled slightly as I peeled her top off slowly, kissing every new inch of skin I revealed…her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the soft skin just under her ribs. She shivered beneath me.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, baby,” I whispered hoarsely against her stomach, “because once I start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back.”

Her fingers threaded through my hair. “Don’t stop.”

That was all the permission I needed.

I unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. The sight of her bare breasts made my mouth water. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. 

Kayla arched off the couch with a broken moan, her fingers tightening in my hair. I switched to the other breast, giving it the same slow, hungry attention while my hand slid down her body, cupping her between her thighs.

She was already soaked.

“Fuck, Kayla…” I groaned against her skin. My fingers stroked her slowly, teasing her entrance before sliding one finger inside her. Then two. 

She was so tight, so wet, clenching around my fingers as I pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out.

Her nails raked down my back, hard enough to leave marks. The sting only made me harder.

“Nathan… please…”

I kissed my way down her stomach, hooked my fingers in her pants and panties, and dragged them down her legs. 

The moment she was completely bare beneath me, I spread her thighs wider and settled between them. I wanted to taste her, but the need to be inside her was too overwhelming.

I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

She was incredibly tight. Her walls gripped me like a vice as I sank deeper. Kayla’s breath hitched, her face tightening for a moment. I paused, dropping soft kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her neck, waiting until she relaxed around me.

Then I started moving.

At first, it was slow and deep…long, deliberate strokes that made her toes curl. But soon her hips began rising to meet mine. Her nails dug into my shoulders…careful of the bandage, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper.

I lost control.

I pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in hard. Again. And again. 

The sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with her moans and my groans filled the entire apartment. 

I buried my face in her neck, sucking on her skin as I drove into her harder, faster, chasing the pleasure building between us.

“I love you,” I growled against her ear. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

Her inner walls started fluttering around me. She was close. I reached between us and rubbed her clit in tight circles. That was all it took.

Kayla came with a sharp cry, her whole body shaking, her walls pulsing tightly around my cock. 

The feeling pushed me over the edge right after her. I thrust deep one final time and came hard, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, hips jerking against hers.

We stayed locked together, breathing heavily. I turned us carefully so she was lying on top of me, my arms wrapped tightly around her back. I was still buried deep inside her, softening slowly.

Neither of us spoke.

We just lay there in the quiet, hearts hammering against each other, skin slick with sweat, completely connected in every possible way.

It's official…isn’t it?

She’s mine now…isn’t she?