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You had been running a bath when you heard the front door shut, indicating Chris was home. You quickly shut off the water before heading to say hello to him.
"Hi, baby." You say as you see him, he's bent down, saying hello to Dodger. His bag and coat discarded on the floor. He turns to see you, and as soon as he does, you see his face lights up with a huge smile.
"Well, if this isn't the best thing to come home to." You glance down and realise you only had on a thin silk robe, something you slipped on whilst the bath was running. Opening his arms for you, you go to him. You slide your arms around his neck before placing a soft kiss on his lips. You feel his body relax against yours. You know he's happy to be home, and you of course are happy he's home too. Chris glides over your ass. You scoff because you know what he's doing. He wants to find out if you have anything on under the robe.
"I just needed to know for sure," Ha says, squeezing your ass hard.
"I hate to break it to you, but this," you pause, waving your arm, gesturing to your body, "wasn't all for you. I was just about to get in the bath when you got home."
"Ahh."
"I'm just about to feed Dodger; then I am going to hop in." You explain, peeling your body away from his, you head into the kitchen to fill Dodger's food bowl.
"Okay, sweetheart. I'm just gonna put my stuff away in the office you enjoy your bath." He's out of sight before he even finishes his sentence. For a brief moment, you think his announcement of what he is about to do is weird, but your thoughts quickly change when Dodgers barks at you for just standing there holding his bowl.
"Sorry Dodge, dinner's coming right up."
Quickly filling his food bowl and place it on the floor before heading off to enjoy your bath. Walking into your bedroom, you grab a hair tie you had left on the dresser putting your hair up into a bun, as you didn't want to get your hair wet. You go to untie your robe when you yelp in shock.
"Chris, what the fuck," you are entirely aware you sound like a small child about to throw a tantrum, but the sight before you warrants it. As Chris is in the bath, you ran for yourself, and making matters worse; he has a shit-eating grin on his face like he's so damn proud of himself.
"You said you ran us a bath." He shrugs.
"For me, that wasn't an invitation, ya know."
"Well, never mind, I'm in here now, and you know how much more fun it is when we do this together." He says with a wink. You know he's right, but that's not the point. Yet, seeing him lying in the water surrounded by bubbles, the water shifts from his movements, giving you little glimpses of his naked body beneath. It makes you want to forget being annoyed at him.
You are ripped out of your thoughts when you hear his voice once more, "you getting in or are you gonna stand there all night staring because the water is going to get cold eventually."
You sigh and pull at the string holding your robe together. Once it's open, you slip it off your shoulders letting it fall to the floor. You see Chris watching your every move. Stepping in the tub intending to sit opposite Chris so you can see him, but he stops you, turning you around, pulling you into the water letting your back fall against his chest. You instantly relax into him, feeling the warm water cover your body mixed with his soft skin brushing against yours. As his chest touches your back, you feel more heat, this time radiating off of his body. You melt into him more. As your body relaxes, you take in the scent of the bubble bath. After the day you had this is what you needed. You didn't intend to end up just like this, this evening, but you know Chris always makes things better. Even if he is a cocky shit about it, you still wouldn't want him any other way.
"See, would you be this comfortable if I wasn't in here?"
"Don't be a brat. You'll spoil it."
"I'll make it up to you. I always do." With that, Chris brings his hands up to you your shoulder, gently pushing his thumbs into them, massaging you. Sitting forward slightly letting him have better access.
"Careful not to move too much baby, the water with spillover." It's then you realise how close the water was to the edge. When you ran the bath, you didn't account for two people getting in.
Chris rubs his hand all over your shoulders and upper back, getting firmer as each moment passes. Each time he hits a spot just right, you moan a little.
"You keep moaning like that, and we will be getting out sooner than you think." His voice is dangerously low, almost a growl when it's like that it lights a fire deep inside you.
"Hmmm, can't help it, you’re so good at what you're doing. It feels amazing."
"Yeah?" Chris asks.
"Yeah." You say with a little nod. Chris stops massaging you and slowly pulls you back, so you back leaning against him, carefully not to splash and water out of the bathtub. He presses his mouth against your ear and whispers, "I have another way to make you feel amazing."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
Chris wraps his left arm around you, his hand cupping one of your breasts. His fingertips ghosting over your nipple, barely touching you at first, then tugging at it. He places his other hand on your knee, grazing his short nails lightly across your skin before dragging them along your inner thigh. He does it so slowly and gently it almost tickles, yet at the same time, it's almost painful. Your whole body is vibrating in anticipation and need. You didn't realise how much you needed this until he started, but then it was always like this with him. Arching your back, you have to grab hold of his are to keep yourself together as he continues.
"Remember, we want to keep the water in the tub so don't move too much."
"I'll just let some water out, so it's not an issue." You go to sit forward to grab the chain to pull the plug to empty the water a little, but Chris' hold on to you only tightens, holding you against him not letting you move.
"No. You will have to be a good girl and not wriggly so much." He murmurs in your ear once more, and he gently runs one finger through your folds, "and if a single drop of water leaves this tub, you'll be in trouble, baby girl." Instant waves of pleasure hit your core, the use of that pet name, him alternating between tugging your nipple and squeezing your breast and him running his finger over your entrance, the sensations are almost too much. You want nothing more than to roll your hips into Chris's hand, but you know the motion will be too much and cause water to spill over.
"Such a needy little thing aren't you."
"Only for you." You barely manage to get out.
Chris chuckle's, "And to think at first you were angry to find me in here," his hands haven't stopped moving, teasing you, tempting you to move more than you should. Suddenly he inserts one finger, pushing it in before removing it straight away, teasing you further. You almost whimper at the loss of contact but are surprised when he quickly inserts it again, this time joined by another finger. You moan loud, louder than you intended to, but you don't care you want this, want him, and you didn't care how needy you sounded. You'd beg if that's what he wanted.
"Fuck, you're so snug, I can feel it even with just my fingers. I'll never get over how tight you are, even after all this time." His mouth placed right next to your ear once more; you hear him groan as his words cause you to tighten even more around him
"Do you want to come, baby?"
Please.
"Y-yes please, Chris." So needy his name leaving your lips was barely a whisper. He started moving his hand more, darting his finger in and you faster as the palm of his hand brushed perfectly against your clit, all the more pushing you closer to the edge.
"Come whenever you are ready but don't move too much, remember we don't want any water to splash over the edge." You feel his chest vibrate against your back. He laughs, knowing all you want to do is roll and buck your hip carelessly.
"Fuck!" Your voice barely sounds like yours anymore. Chris sinks his teeth into your shoulder, not too hard that it hurts, but hard enough you know he's going to mark you. It was almost too much. You are dangling on edge, in limbo, not wanting it to end but at the same time wanting to come more than ever. Chris starts murmuring dirty sweet nothings in your ear, driving you wild.
"Fuck - Chris, f-fuck I'm going to..."
"Doing it, baby, come for me, come with the fingers deep inside you, that's it."
You give in. Not being able to help it, not wanting to help it. You start rolling your hip into his hand, your eyes roll into the back of your head, back arched, Chris still holding as you come screaming his name. Your fingernails embedded in Chris's forearm as you ride it out.
"God, you are so fucking beautiful when you come." He gently grabs your chin, tilting your head just right so you can see him. You can see it in his eyes, how much he loves watching it lose it. Then his mouth covers yours. His tongue is invading yours instantly as you both moan softly.
"Are you okay?" He places soft kisses over your face.
"Yeah," you hum in response, "I'm perfect."
"I think I lost you there for a second." his hand drops, no longer holding your face as he caresses your body.
"Now you are back on earth. There's one thing we need to discuss," His voice is raspy; you love it.
"Hmmm, what's that?"
"There's water all over the floor."
Your eyes dart open as you jolt forwards, peering over the edge seeing the entire floor around the bathtub coved in water.
"Oh shit!"
"Oh shit indeed, I believe I said there would be some sort of punishment if that happened." Quickly he stands, pulling you up with him. If you weren't so preoccupied thinking about what he just said you would be impressed. He holds your hand, helping you as you step out of the bathtub. He throws a towel around you and you quickly dry yourself. He's watching you. Once you are dried, he takes the towel from you, discarding it on the countertop next to the sink.
"I want you to go lay on the bed, face down and wait for me. I'm going to tidy up in here."
"Yes, sir." Even though you say it with sass and give him a goofy salute, you saw Chris's jaw tighten when he heard your choice of words, him staring at you more intently. You tuck that thought away for later, to remind your self to bring it up another time. You turn swiftly to leave the bathroom when Chris slaps your ass. The sound echos through the room and the heats rise, instantly going as you feel the sting of the slap being come prominently known.
"Ouch," you gasp, whipping your head back to him.
"Quit pouting baby, get going."
You do as he says, laying down face down on the soft sheets of the bed. You hear Chris moving around in the bathroom, tidying up the mess. All you can do is lay thinking about what's to come.