"Well, lucky me," she says softly. Her feet touch the tile floor before she reaches her hand to the edge of the tub, gingerly stepping into it.
"I hope it's not too hot," I tell her.
"It's not," she says. "It's perfect. Only if you're coming in with me, though."
"I am," I say. "I promise."
I carry the champagne and our glasses over to the edge of the tub before joining her. I offer her a glass and then I make a toast as I sink into the warm water, in the luscious bubbles. I don't care if there's a party still going on downstairs or if it's all cleared out. Right now, I have my own Christmas party, and we're wrapped up in one another's eyes. Her body is so close to mine, our legs entwined as we sink into the warmth of the water.
"I know it's been a long day," I tell her.
"A long night," she smiles.
"But I want you to know how happy I am to be ending it on this note with you here and how much I hope we can do this again, start a new tradition."
We clink glasses and take a drink. "I love that idea," she says. "I know that there are plenty of holiday traditions that you have with Fiona and that I have with Fiona, but the idea of starting traditions with you," she beams. Her eyes sparkle. "That makes me so happy."
"So, bubble baths after the Christmas party every year?"
She bites her bottom lip. "That sounds perfect."
"Well, not just a bubble bath," I say, drawing her closer to me, on top of me.
"Mm," she says. "What happens in the bubble bath?"
"Well, let's just find out. You said you weren't as tender as I feared, right?"
"I'm not," she says. "My pussy is perfect. Perfectly yours."
I begin to run my fingers over her sweet folds, wanting to make sure she's not just saying that to satisfy me, and her murmurs tell me that she loves it when I touch her. So I continue to caress her softness, kissing her gently on the lips as I strum my fingers over her entrance.
She runs her hands over my chest. As she straddles me, water sloshes over the edge of the tub, and we laugh in pleasure as we begin to move as one. She's right. This tub is huge. It's practically a hot tub. And luckily for us, there's plenty of space for us to maneuver. She rides me, on top of me, giving me full access to her luscious breasts.
"You've got the best rack I've ever fucking seen," I tell her. "So ripe and juicy."
She grins. "Good. Just think how good I'll look when I'm knocked up with your babies."
"Babies," I smile. "Fuck, that turns me on."
"Just think," she says. "You could be getting me pregnant right now."
"You really like that idea, don't you?" I say, squeezing her ass.
"Yeah, I guess I do. I like the idea of you breeding me."
"Fuck, even that word turns me on," I tell her.
She kisses me again and I draw her mouth to mine, deeper, inhaling her scent. She smells so good and tastes so good, her body mine.
"I fucking love you," I tell her as we move as one, the bubble bath so warm and inviting, making the whole evening melt into a fantastic blur of passion and pleasure.
When we finish, we dry off and I carry her to bed wrapped in nothing but a towel. I set the tray of milk and cookies between us on the mattress. Her eyes let me know she is exhausted and that the warm bath did exactly as I hoped, got her nice and sleepy. She dunks a Christmas cookie in the glass of milk before taking a bite.
"I don't know if you're supposed to dunk these, but–" She laughs.
"I don't think there are any rules."
"I guess even if there were rules," she says, "we broke them all, didn't we?"
I nod. I take a bite of the cookie too. It's sugary sweet, but it has nothing on my Lucia. "I guess we did break all the rules."
"Rules are meant to be broken, aren't they?" she says, giving me one final goodnight kiss.
We sleep soundly, perfectly. And when we wake, she's wrapped up in my arms. She smells so good, like that bubble bath, lavender and vanilla. And I breathe her in, savoring the pleasurable scent of my woman in my arms, in my bed. Damn, how'd I get so lucky?
She's still asleep, and so I walk into my closet, and I open my safe. There's a treasure in there that I've kept tucked away for a long-ass time, since I was gifted it in my inheritance.
It's not Christmas morning, but I don't want to wait. When I come back to bed, I see Lucia stirring, her eyes opening. She smiles at me.