"I loved your dress, baby. You were absolutely stunning tonight," he tells me for the hundredth time.
All night he whispered compliments in my ear, and I must say they were well deserved. My Dolce and Gabanna gown was beautifully simple.
"Thank you… For the compliment and the dress," I smirk over my shoulder as he watches me walk to the bathroom.
The tub fills quickly, thanks to the rainfall faucet, and Thomas helps me out of my bra and panties before following me into the warm water. Settled behind me, he wraps his arms around me as I relax on his chest.
"I didn’t think this bath could get any better," I sigh deeply, completely content and Thomas leans to kiss my shoulder.
"I’m glad you like it. I’ve never used it," he reminds me of a fact I just can’t wrap my head around. To have such a luxurious tub and never take advantage.
"I’m not even going there tonight," I giggle and he kisses the top of my forehead.
"Did you have a good time at the state dinner?" He asks, his head tilted so he can catch a glimpse of my face as I answer.
"It was so nice. I like all of the events actually. I really just like getting to spend time with you," I say matter-of-factly.
"Good. You’re the only reason I would actually go," he says, confirming my suspicions.
"How could you not love all of this? It’s like a dream." I look around the bathroom in awe. I thought his bathroom in New York was something, but it doesn’t even hold a candle to the decadence of this place.
"It gets old, baby. Trust me, it will all fade as time goes on," he sighs.
I want to tell him that it won’t for me, since I won’t experience it for long, but I decide against it and instead just take a deep breath and relax on his strong chest. His hands move from resting on my arms to massaging my breasts, and I smile looking over my shoulder. His sexual appetite is through the roof, but luckily so is mine.
"Is this why you wanted to take a bath with me?" I wonder aloud and he grins mischievously.
"Well, this was going to happen regardless. I just didn’t want to wait," he clarifies, and I brush his hands aside to turn around and face him. Lifting up, I move my legs to straddle, him as he leans his head back to get a good look at me.
"Like what you see?" I ask.
"I love it," he says, and my heart feels like it stops.
That’s just a figure of speech and I know it, but my mind is racing with the possibilities. We haven’t had a conversation about that before and although its been insinuated, Thomas has never out right admitted his love for me.
"Oh, well…" I stammer, trying to find words to fill the space, but my mind is too cluttered to gather my thoughts.
"I love you, Nicole," he says clearly and I feel as though the world stops around me. It’s just me and him, and nothing or no one exists as I strain against him, my sex wanting to slide down his erection, which is poking into my stomach as he grows beneath the water.
"You do?" I mutter in a shocked whisper.
"Of course I do, baby," he says, leaning up to press his lips against mine.
"I love you too," I say definitely, pressing my lips to his before the words in his mouth can meet the air.
My tongue slides along his as our bodies press together in harmony, my sex calling for him. With his hands on my hips, he lifts me up so that the head of his manhood is lined with my opening, before sliding me onto his hard shaft. A slow moan escapes me, and my hips begin to wave, as Thomas look at me with that in awe look that I now know to be love.
Our bodies move slowly together, as he slides and sits up so that his hand is cradling my neck, guiding me on and off of his length. As always, he feels incredible, but this time it's even more special because we’ve finally said what was so obvious between us. Of course Thomas loves me, and of course I loved him. We both knew it, but to hear it from his lips just feels amazing.
"Just like that, baby," he begins before adding, "Nice and slow."
I do as he instructs and continue to lift my body, waving my hips, and lowering onto him. Seeing his expression of pleasure gives me the energy I need to continue, increasing my pace, as he moves to cup my breasts, massaging me while lifting his hips to press further inside of me.
"Mmm…" he moans when I lean down and kiss his neck with my tongue.
"Yes! Oh, Thomas, baby," I moan, my orgasm already brewing deep within me.
"I know what you like," he says, gripping my hips to guide me, and move my body to and away from him in a rhythmic way.