But then she was walking away from me.
And I got to watch as she slid the dress down, shimmying it over her hips, then down her thighs until it finally puddled around her feet.
Leaving her completely naked save for the band of her strapless bra.
Not for long, though, because her arms curled backward to unfasten the hooks, and soon that was on the ground as well.
It was then that I saw it.
The tattoo she’d alluded to once before.
On her ‘lower hip.’
It was her ass.
A cute little flower.
Likely something she got as soon as she was legal to do so, just so she could feel more like the adult she was.
All thoughts of the tattoo flew out of my mind right then, though.
Because she turned to face me in all her glorious nakedness.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she walked toward me slowly, letting me take in every curve before she stood before me.
“Beautiful,” I told her as my hands moved up her thighs, over her hips, then up the sides of her ribs as I got to my own feet.
But she wasn’t going to let me explore any more than that.
She planted a hand on my shoulder, then lifted a leg to climb into the tub.
I swear she got into the water in slow motion.
“Are you joining me?” she asked, snapping me out of my stupor.
I don’t think I’d ever fumbled as much removing my own clothing as I did right then, somehow managing to knot my bowtie tighter before getting it untied, struggling with my belt much the way she had hours earlier, and even missed one of my buttons, so when I yanked off my shirt, it popped off and went flying.
I felt like I couldn’t even think straight as she sat there, looking up at me with a face flushed from the hot water, her breasts exposed over the top of the water that was still filling the tub.
“Your watch,” she warned me as I went for my boxer briefs, the last thing between me and that water and her.
I pulled that off, placing it next to her earrings on the counter, then yanked off my boxer briefs, watching as her gaze slid down my body to land on my straining cock.
I wasn’t imagining the way her eyes went hooded while looking at it, either.
Moving forward, I watched as she scooted forward, a silent invitation to slide in behind her, which was exactly where I wanted to be.
The water was way too fucking hot, but at least the sensation of getting second-degree burns over every inch of my body made it easier to focus as I got into place, my legs wide to the side of the tub.
Reaching out, I pulled her back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder.
As soon as she was in position, a soft sigh escaped her, like it had been an intolerable wait to get me close again.
Turning her head in a bit, she took a deep breath, breathing me in, as my hands went around her, just holding her around her midsection for a moment or two, just the two of us lost in the casual intimacy of a shared bath.
But things were still too new to be able to ignore the way our bodies seemed to ignite when they were close, when they were touching.
My hands slid up her belly to tease over the swells of her breasts, dragging a soft sigh out of her as her nipples started to pebble up at the whisper-soft brushes of my fingertips.