Free Baby Makes Five (A Multiple Birth Book 1) by Nicole Peters Page B

the mystery?”
    He smiles and laces his fingers with hers, “come and see,” he said leading her to the master bathroom.
    The scene that greeted her was breathtaking. The room was lit with candles on the floor as well as on the side of the bathtub. The tub was fill with bubbles and floating candles. It was like a scene from one of her favourite romance movies.
    “Wow, this is beautiful,” she said, touched at the effort he has put into it.
    “I wanted to do something just for you. I hope you like it,” he said suddenly unsure. That wasn’t the confident man she knew.
    “I love it. It’s perfect.”
    “Good. Now I get to undress you.”
    “Yes, you do.”
    He kissed her lips then backed away.
    “Do you trust me?” he asked softly taking off first her top then her skirt. He left her standing exposed in her red lace bra and matching thong. He inhaled deeply. She wanted to cover herself but did not.
    “Yes,” she answered softly.
    He seemed to inhale at her answer. She wasn’t sure why.  He unclasped her bra and kneeled to take the thong off. He then led her to the tub and helped her into the warm soapy water. He released the two clips that were holding her hair together and threw them on the closed toilet seat.
    “Is this peach bubble bath?” she asked looking at him.
    “Yes, I remembered you saying it was your favourite.”
    “It is, aren’t you going to join me?”
    “No,” he said running his hand through her hair gently massaging her scalp.
    “That feels good,” she moaned.
    “Put your head back,” he said, grabbing the pitcher of water from the floor and wet her hair before adding a generous amount of shampoo. He washed her hair massaging her scalp with his strong fingers. She moaned again in pleasure.
    “She groaned in pleasure, don’t stop,” she said eyes closed lips curved into a satisfied smile.
    “Happy to oblige,” he said hoarsely.
    He rinsed the shampoo from her hair and repeated the process again with conditioner. When he finally rinsed her hair, he got her to sit up and then towel dry her curls.
    “Thank you that felt great. Now are you going to join me?”
    “No, now I bathe you,” he took a soft sponge from the foot of the tub and wet it. He gently leans her forward so he can wash from the nape of her neck all the way down her back. He leaned her back and started to wash her neck moving the sponge slowly and teasingly between her breasts, before washing each, in turn, making an effort to tantalize her nipples.
    “Why are you torturing me? Do you want me to beg you to make love to me?” she asked desperately.
    “No, no begging,” he said moving the sponge down her stomach pausing between her thighs. He dropped the sponge then used his hand to wash her vagina before inserting two fingers inside her. She buckled with excitement as his fingers played within her pulling his hand closer. He abruptly moved his hand away, and she whimpered at the loss of contact.
    “Time to dry off,” he said holding a towel for her.
    She looked at him wondering if he was just going to leave her like that unsatisfied. She carefully stood then stepped into his fluffy embrace. He lifted her from the tub and sat her on the face basin.
    “Close your eyes,” he commands.
    “what…”
    “Trust me.”
    She closed her eyes and felt silk against her skin. He blindfolded her. The towel drop around her hips and she felt his hands on her thighs pulling her closer to him. She felt the bulge of his erection and pushed against him. He broke contact and pulled her close to the edge of the sink. She stiffened.
    “I won’t let you fall,” he reassures her, and she relaxed.
    He kneeled between her legs and kissed her thighs. He stroke her clitoris and she shudders at his touch.
    “Easy.”
    “Hurry,” she said in return.
    “Patience.”
    She laughed. He blew on her clit then took a taste of her. He stroked her with his tongue playfully, skillfully inserting a finger into her. He draped her legs over