Cain poured the milk honey bubble bath into the lukewarm water. He bought this specially crafted scented bubble bath from a renowned perfumer. The scent was proven to relax and soothe tired muscles as well as a secret aphrodisiac, invigorating sexual desires.
He smirked.
This was supposed to be reserved for their marriage. But ever since he found out that he could do all these naughty things to his wife without breaking the last step, he was accumulating dirty plans for them to try while making sure he was still within the boundary of his promises.
Since his lust and desire were sleeping in his puberty and was jolted awake without warning when he met her, they were determined to make him feel the sweet torturous agony of the intoxicating pleasure of wanting to make love to her that he lost track of how many times it had been that he was in the borderline of his sanity.
But he realized that he could still have his way with her without actually making love to her.
His line of thoughts was interrupted when Leanna got back from her tree-planting activities. He welcomed her with a kiss before he went straight to the bathroom to ready the bath for them.
I can finally have her for myself!
He planned to share a bath with her. It was still within the range of his promise, but it was not his fault if 'accidental' groping and touching here and there would come into play. After all . . .
The bathtub is small . . . He concluded.
He fumbled to unbutton his shirt and just wanted to rip the darn thing off. He unbuckled his belt and removed his pants together with his boxer and briefs. Then he put on his robe.
He brushed his teeth and gargled a mint-scented mouthwash. After making sure that even his saliva tasted like mint, he applied a lemon and honey faced foam that woke any woman's desire at the refreshing scent before he carefully but hurriedly shaved. To finish everything, he wet and fixed his hair.
He was like a woman who was about to seduce his husband.
Satisfied, he walked out from the bathroom, emanating with desire and sexiness, ready to seduce his wife –– only to find the heartless vixen snoring, dead tired on the bed.
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. . .
Wake her up! His devil whispered to him.
No! . . . His angel protested . . . At least wait for a minute before waking her up.
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. . .
He sighed and shook them away from his head as he went to his wife. He sat beside her on the bed and stared at her tired face. He tucked some of her hair behind her ears and gently stroked her cheek. He didn't notice that he was already smiling while his whole person emanated warmth just by staring at her sleeping form.
He got to his feet and went inside the bathroom. He returned, holding a towel and a bucket of warm water. He then removed piece after piece of Leanna's clothing with the utmost care until she was completely naked.
He closed his eyes tight when his cock hardened, ready for some action –– only to throbbed in disappointment when he took deep breathes to calm himself.
Her body always never failed to arouse the beast inside him!
When he somewhat regained control, he wiped her skin –– making sure to grope and massage here and there while he was at it, causing his already hardened penis to throbbed even more as it spurted pre-cum from its swollen tip.
It was not until Leanna sneezed and shivered that he finished sponging her body and naughtily just put his oversize shirt on her.
He covered her with a blanket and tucked her in a comfortable position. He kissed her forehead and stared at her face for some time before he made his way into the bathroom to release his frustration.
The bathroom became like a second home to him ever since she came into his life. He even thought of moving his office in the bathroom by how many times he jerked himself by just imagining her.
He was like a hormonal teenager!