“I saw you on TV a minute ago. I love you, too, Bear Bailey. And not in a TV fangirl kind of way,” she says.
My heart tightens in my chest with love for this woman.
Just 16 hours ago I was fantasizing about this, and now I’m carrying her half-naked body to my tub.
I set her on her feet. She watches me go slow as I strip down, letting her eyes linger over me.
I pull something out of the pocket of my jeans when she turns to light a candle, and I make sure she doesn’t see it as I place it on the other side of the tub.
I sink into the hot water, and the Epsom salts feel good. The woman knows how to take care of me, I’ll give her that.
Mary sits on the edge and starts to massage my back when I take her hand.
“Spread for me,” I command. And she does.
She scoots forward on the edge of the tub so her legs are in the water. Her glistening pink pussy is soaked for me. And I’m thirsty for her.
I take a taste of her and she’s like pure, raw honey on my tongue. I run my tongue up and down her smooth folds while she lets out a moan.
“Hold on to the towel rod, baby, I’m just getting started,” I instruct her.
My lips find her clit. It’s already a hard little stone, ready to allow me to bring her over the edge, and I tease it even more by stroking it with my teeth, my tongue and then my teeth again.
The alternating sensations send her legs trembling.
I pull back then. “Mary, do you trust me?”
She’s breathless as she pants out, “Yes, of course I trust you, Bear.”
I share her taste with her lips, and she takes it lovingly. “Then I want you to finish while I watch.”
“Anything,” she moans, reaching her hand down betw
een her legs. The immediate eagerness of this woman is nearly sending me overboard with my own orgasm.
“With this,” I say, reaching over the side of the tub and producing a small, purple, silicone object.
Her eyes focus on what I’m holding. “My vibrator?”
“Baby,” I say. “I’ve been thinking about it since I found it in your emergency kit last night. I’ve been thinking about watching you with it. Will you do that for me?”
A smile creeps across her face. “And here I thought all you thought about was rescuing the helpless on Christmas Eve.”
But she doesn’t tease me anymore. She does what I ask without a shadow of self-doubt.
And later, I’ll do anything she wants. Every day. For the rest of my life.
I’ve got a 50-year outlook right now, and it’s a 100 percent chance of sunshine.
Epilogue
One year later
Mary
Bear had wanted a short engagement.
After proposing to me in the bathtub that Christmas morning with a family heirloom ring, he had it in his mind that we should hit the courthouse the very next day.