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Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 15

Welcome to the next part in my Wednesday Briefs flash fiction serial, Innocence & Carnality! Each chapter has to be between 500 and 1,000 words and this week I chose the prompt, use “shake, barrel, cloves” and a photo of a bubble.

Rother and Nathan get to know each other in the bath.

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Part 15

The bathtub was enormous and indulgent, lifted off the floor by four elaborate metal feet. The elegant smooth basin could fit multiple people, and with the leers Rother kept throwing my way, I doubted I’d be bathing alone. My newfound bravado aside, I worked hard to contain my anxious pulse. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d stood undressed before anyone of interest.

The porcelain knobs squeaked as they were turned, and water began flooding the tub. Steam began curling upwards in tiny tendrils as Rother stepped over to a tray standing along the edge.

Rother brushed his fingertips over the various objects on the tray. “You’ll find Samantha always takes good care of us.”

Choosing amongst the soaps, cloths, and other items, he picked up a small barrel made of brass. Giving the object a quick shake over the tub, powder sifted into the water. Moments later, a series of bubbles formed in the new froth. Some were light enough to escape, taking a lazy drift into the air. When they popped, a hint of scented cloves was left behind.

Without a word, Rother offered his hand and directed me into the water. The heat enveloped me in a delicious caress as I sank into its depths. Settling along the edge, I noticed the burgeoning suds provided an illusion of propriety as the sensual air rose in the room.

Rother’s gaze locked onto me as he took a step back, unfastening his collar with a slow hand. Stifling a gasp, I watched with rapt attention as one button as a time, his shirt fell loose giving me my first glance at his tanned skin. Leaving his shirt undone, he teased my eyes and made slow work of his cuffs. His pace was maddening. Had he seen my interest and decided to torture me?

With a cocky grin, he parted his shirt giving me a glorious view of his sculpted chest. A dark feathering of hair graced with firm muscles, a trail lead down his stomach and disappeared under the edge of his trousers. He shrugged off the blouse, showing me the expanse of his torso. Excitement and apprehension tickled me in places I’d never had to freedom to enjoy before. I was glad the bubbles hid the unfamiliar reaction my body was having under the water. I imagined the blush in my face extended to every extremity.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” Rother whispered. “I’m your husband, after all.”

I nodded. Rother separated the halves of his belt. My mouth became dry.

His hands worked at a glacial pace, but he didn’t fumble for a second. I was disappointed I had to wait while his boots and socks to find the bathroom floor. When he returned to his pants, he showed a lack of undergarments. For the first time, the lack of decorum intrigued me rather than offending. The flaps of his trousers were splayed open, just short of showing me something indecent. An intriguing, thick ridge was forming down his leg as he spread his hands on his hips inside the waistline and skimmed them down his thighs, dragging his clothing with them.

Rother stepped out his pants, proudly showing off his swelling organ. The size intimidated me, but I found its form beautiful. As it rose, the hood retracted, revealing a rosy knob begging me to touch it.

By the gods, I prayed I hadn’t said that out loud.

I gripped the sides of the basin as Rother turned off the water and climbed into the basin, descending slow enough I knew he was displaying himself for my benefit. I saddened as his groin dipped below the bubbles.

“Mmm… This is lovely,” he said. I wasn’t sure if he was speaking about the bath. I hoped he wasn’t. “Cleanliness is next in order I think.”

Rother leaned across me as he reached to the tray. The silky skin brushing against my own caused a new surge between my legs. Returning with a bar of soap, he dipped it into the water and began drawing circular patterns on my chest and shoulders. I never knew lathering by another’s hands could feel so extraordinary.

As slowly as with his clothing, Rother worked the soap over my shoulders and arms. When his slippery hands reached the base of my skull, my eyes closed in rapture. I rolled forward into his arms as he reached around, gliding his strong hands over my back. My head rested on his shoulder, his unshaven jaw tickling my temple. Our chests rested together; I couldn’t ignore the hard, silky member pressed against my own. The soap found its way down to my bottom and tights, and I couldn’t help grinding into him.

Rother’s breath fluttered the edge of my hair as he murmured. “That’s it. Do what feels right. There’s no true sin in pleasure.”

Still moving down my legs, the bar of soap in his hands, he washed me further as I continued rubbing our organs together. Lost in the sensual touches, all my thoughts of propriety vanished. I knew only the ecstasy warming my body, the delicious ache I didn’t know how to release.

I cried out loud as the soap found its way between my buttocks. My intensity was growing. He washed my bottom, his fingertips grazing and stroking the hidden opening. I couldn’t decide whether to push forward or back, trapped between the sensations.

My breathing was stuttered at best. “Rother… Please… I need… I don’t know…”

“I know what you need.” Rother gripped my hips and ground us harder together. The water sloshed as our movements became more furious. Hard wanton need sliding together, I reached my limit. The ache peaked and I shouted out loud, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I released between us. Rother’s hold tightened and he grunted and hissed without stopping. I could feel the pulses shooting through his shaft against mine.

Collapsing in his arms, I knew Rother was right.