I sit up, the water barely covering my breasts. The tension between us is electrifying. He stares at me with want and need. "What did you want to talk about?" I ask, though I already know the answer. He steps forward and sits on the edge of the rub. Still fully clothed, he reaches for me. His touch sends shivers down my spine. Silently, he leans forward and kisses me. My lips part hesitantly but eagerly. Not caring about his clothes he climbs in the tub with me. He grabs my shoulders, pulling my wet body to his.
We kiss deeply, our youngest practically down each others throats. He moves to my neck, "How could I have waited so long?" He asks. His voice is a hoarse whisper. I moan softly and pull at his shirt. He pushes me back against the tub, water spilling out. He kisses down to my breasts, cupping them with his hands. He sucks my nipples, gently biting them. I have never known such pleasure. "Oh mikah!" I cry out. He groans softly, "This is wrong but it feels so right!" He exclaims. I quickly pull his shirt off, buttons scattering everywhere.
He kisses me hungrily again. His hands spread my legs. I can feel his firm and strong fingers gently probing at my pussy. He finds that sweet spot right under my clit and rubs it. His index finger making rapid circular motions. I moan and lean back. I lift my pelvis until my pussy is displayed for him. "Oh yes baby girl that is just what I want to see." He answers. He runs faster and faster. "Oh, ah, right there." I moan and bite my lip. I'm so turned on I picture myself reaching into the water and unzipping his pants. His erection is so hard it just Springs right out. I gently grip him and caress his dick. He moans out loud and leans over me.
"Yes baby do it." He urges in a low whisper. I fantasize about us masturvating together until we both cum violently. His name is an urgent cry from my lips. All too soon the fantasy is over. I'm dizzy, and emotional from everything. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I take a few seconds to get my emotions together. I'm so worried that I might actually cry. I sit up and set my legs down. I look at my cum stained hands and am immediately filled with remorse and guilt. I grab my washcloth and soap. I scrub my hands vigorously and plunge them under the water several times. I use body wash to make them smell like flowers. I pull them out and stare at them again.
They resemble wrinkled prunes. I'm still filled with despair as I look at them. No matter how many times I clean them, I can't erase the memory of what I did. I think Mikah has unknowingly ruined me for other men. I can try numerous times, but i know that in my heart I will never be able to be with anyone else. I won't even be able to successfully fake it. The man who had supported me this whole time was actually destroying my chances at any romantic possibility in the future. Neither one of us realized it though.
With a sigh that is filled with dejection and sadness I continue washing up. I'm careful not to spend too much time on my pussy. I don't want a repeat of what happened earlier. With more sadness than before I drain the tub and get out. After drying off and putting on a robe I stare at myself in the mirror. My reflection makes me want to cry. Quickly, I blow out the candles and leave the bathroom before I burst into tears.
Chapter 4 - Mikah
I'm working late as always. I pause to take a very long and tired breath. I glance around at my surroundings. It is dark outside the window to my home office. A glance at the clock reveals it to be 10 pm. I lean back in my chair and rub my temples. I'm exhausted both physically and mentally. I get up to stretch and walk around a bit. Now that I'm unfocused, my mind bounces around to certain subjects. It returns to the most painful one as it usually does late at night. My thoughts choose to revisit the past.
With a heavy sigh, I relive the devastating news and events of my best friend's death years ago. That was the most painful thing I've experienced. We were so close, he was like a brother to me. To make matters more painful, his wife died shortly after, during childbirth no less. I made a deathbed promise that I would always look after and be there for their daughter. I have upheld that promise all these years. I have worked many late night hours to fulfill that promise.