Time To Relax 🌶️
Elijah moved quietly around the bathroom, his presence a steady comfort as the soft glow of the lights danced over the water's surface. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the air, blending with the gentle trickle of the running tap.
He’d thought of everything. The candles he lit flickered softly on the countertop, a plush towel ready in the warmer, and a carefully chosen bath oil that would soothe her worn-out body and mind.
The water rose slowly, its surface rippling with the quiet rhythm of the moment.
He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze meeting Jasmine’s. She sat at the counter of the vanity taking in the awe. She sat there, a picture of pure exhaustion, her eyes heavy with the weight of everything that had become of her life.
Elijah’s heart clenched at the sight. He hated seeing her like this, torn between the emotions that were too complicated to unravel in the moment. He also hated keeping information from her, maybe keeping things from her was only hurting her.
He also knew that in this small and intimate space, he could offer her something only he was able to… comfort, safety, and peace of mind.
He stepped toward her with lust filled eyes, the only thing on his mind was taking her mind off of what was worrying her. And he knew the best way to do just that. The touch of his hand on her body.
His hand reached out to gently touch her arm. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through her. It was a subtle reminder that, despite the storm swirling in her mind, she wasn’t alone.
“Come with me.”, he whispered softly, “I know you’re tired. Let me take care of you for a little while. Help you forget… at least for a moment.”
She didn’t say anything, but the way her gaze softened told him all he needed to know… she was willing to submit herself to him. She let him guide her toward the edge of the bath, the steam rising in the air like a curtain between them and the world outside.
Elijah began to massage her shoulders, easing the tension she had built up. Tugging at the hem of her sweatshirt, her arms rose like an instinct. She knew what he wanted and was willing to let him have his way.
He guided the straps of her bra down her shoulders, the fabric slipping away as he revealed the delicate curve of her skin. His fingers brushed against her, not in haste but with worship. It was as if he was unwrapping something precious, something fragile.
Jasmine’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his touch, so intimate yet tender. Each private moment with him felt like a promise he had made long before the moment, and one he would keep. He was the only person who could truly make her feel at peace.
Elijah’s hands were gentle as he carefully lifted Jasmine. She laughed softly as a red pigment filled her cheeks. Her tender tone filled the air as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her body pressed against his, her warmth radiating into him as they made their way toward the drawn bath. With a tender smile, Elijah lowered her slowly into the warm water. His fingers lingering on her waist as she sank deeper, as the bubbles rose to her chest.
Her skin glistened, the soft glow from the candles catching the curves of her face. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves, resting on the surface of the water. She sighed softly as the water enveloped her, but something was missing.
Looking up, she gave him an inviting smile. He eased himself down into the water, settling to sit behind her. The warmth of the water rising around them, hitting her at her shoulders.
She leaned back against him.
Her back pressing against his chest, melting into the solid presence of his body. Elijah wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. The rhythm of their breathing syncing as they soaked up the silence that fell between them.
She closed her eyes, letting herself live in the moment. Letting the warmth of the bath and tingle of Elijah’s touch wrap around her like a blanket. The world outside didn’t exist, their quiet bubble felt untouched by time.
"How do you feel?", Elijah asked. His voice low and soothing, his breath warm against her ear.
Jasmine smiled.
Her head resting on his shoulder, feeling the steady pulse of his heartbeat beneath her.
"Safe.", she whispered, "I always feel safe with you, Elijah."
The sincerity in her words made something tighten in his chest, but he struggled voicing the emotions he was feeling. He had never felt this way toward a woman and wasn’t ready to accept it.
He tightened his embrace, as if at any moment she would fade away and he would take up from a dream. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head, his lips lingering for a moment as if to convey everything he couldn’t say with words. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to explain the depth of the emotion that surged through him when she was near… when she trusted him like this, with everything.
"I’ll always keep you safe, Jasmine.", he murmured.
The intimacy of the moment wasn’t just physical, it was emotional. A quiet connection that transcended the simple act of sharing a bath. They had built something unexpected over a short amount of time.
Something fragile and beautiful. Something that felt like it could weather anything. They just needed to get past the secrets and treachery that was headed their way.
Jasmine tilted her head back slightly to look up at him. Her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight, soft and vulnerable. She reached up to touch his cheek, the edge of her thumb brushing over his jawline.
“I don’t ever want to let this go.”, she whispered. Her voice heavy with bottled up emotion, “You make everything feel... right.”
Elijah’s heart ached at her words, but it was a good ache. It was one that made him want to hold on even tighter. To protect this rare and precious connection they shared.
He leaned over and kissed her gently. His lips brushing hers in a soft, tender dance. Their lips saying things, their hearts were not ready to confess.
The water that had settled quietly around them, rocked as she pulled herself forward. He sank slightly further down as she turned around to straddle him. Her breast almost level with his face.
Her hands rested on his shoulders and her fingers lace behind his head. Each of her thighs, wedged between his large body and the sidewall of the tub. Her bare core, resting on top of his hard shaft.
She knew he wanted it. She wanted it.
Like an animal his head lunged forward, his mouth aimed at her breasts. Each too large to consume, so he stuffed his mouth with as much of her soft tissue as he could. Bouncing from breast to breast as he sucked her nipples deep into his mouth.
He couldn’t fit both at the same time, so he made sure to pinch and roll her lonely nipple with his free hand… while his teeth and tongue stimulated the other. The sensation made her head fall back as she moaned.
His large hands squeezing her breasts, not trying to be careful this time. He was rough and possessive. His carnal desire in this moment was to take her, to make sure she knew who her she belonged to.
And to ruin her desire for any other man.
Red marks were left behind, where his hands had clutched her breasts. Her nipples erect, as his teeth showed no mercy. The light reflected off of the saliva that drenched her breast and dripped down onto her stomach.
He was drunk on her body.
As she rose up, his member stood as if her core were a magnet, and his shaft were made of steel. With her fingers still laced together behind his neck, she looked him in the eye as she slid down on his shaft.
Biting her bottom lip as his length was consumed by her body. His hands gripped her hips as he held her down. His tip penetrating her deep inside, but she welcomed the pleasurable pain.
She looked him in the eyes as she rocked her hips back and forth. Signaling that she was in charge, and she was willing to fight for the control. She intended to ride him until the head rolling back was his.
The water sloshed around as she bounced up and down on him. The sound of his husky and graveled moans praised her efforts. He wanted to return the favor of pleasure and make her moan.
His hands reached around and placed a firm grip on her ass as he slouched deeper into the tub. Her hands gripped the rim of the tub for balance because she anticipated his next move. He liked being in control, but she was going to use this to her advantage.
He held her body still as it hoovered slightly over the water before using his force to thrust upward. This position gave him the leverage to ram his entire shaft into her after pulling it almost completely out. Each trust was a powerful trust that made the fat of her ass giggle.
Her breasts hung in his face and bounced as if they were teasing him. This position gave him the perfect opportunity to nibbled at her nipples while thrusting deeply into her. He felt his victory rising as she began to scream, pleasurable moans.
It was short lived. She rose up and repositioned herself. Taking back the control as she leaned back and rested her hands on his knees.
She sat tall on him. Every inch of her body on display as she pulsed up and down. He watched her body devour every inch of his shaft as her clitoris staired him in the face.
He enjoyed fucking her while his eyes obsessed over every curve of her body, but this time she was taking full control. She wanted to be the one to push them both toward their release. As much as he wanted to fight her for the opportunity to make her cum, the view of her touching herself was paralyzing.
One of her arms reached around as she leaned further back, resting against his bent knees. She grabbed her breasts as she began bouncing on his shaft. His eyes unsure of what he wanted to focus on.
As her breast bounced with each pass, she reached down and used her two middle fingers to touch herself. She wasn’t one to masturbate, but she knew what to do because he had touched her enough. She imaged it were his hands circling her clitoris.
Circling with a firm pressure as she bounced, his hands running up and down her body.
“I am close. Cum with me.”, she ordered with a moaning tone.
No woman had ever taken control of him, but he was submissive for her. Within moments her body began to quiver, and her bouncing slowed. He grabbed her waist and thrusted into her as his own orgasm hit.
She collapsed onto his chest, and she just laid there. Unable to move as he still filled her. Her eyes began to close as she rested, and their breathing became less labored.
He owned her, but in that moment he knew she owned him too.