"You swimming in there?" Xavier opened the door and peeked into the bathroom.
"Obviously not," I said haughtily as I looked up at him from the tub, trying not to devour his face as I gazed at him.
"You're taking a long time," he said, walking into the bathroom completely.
"Is that a problem?" I slid down in the bath as he attempted to look at my breasts.
"No," he said simply with a wry smile as he sat on the toilet seat and gazed at me. "I was just making sure you hadn't fallen asleep."
"I'm not asleep." I smiled at him sweetly, my heart racing fast as he continued to stare at me. He was unnerving me with the warm look of concern on his face. He was no longer the angry and stone-faced Xavier of earlier.
"Good." He winked at me. "That would have made it awkward."
"Made what awkward?" I asked, confused.
"My making love to you."
"Oh." My face reddened.
“I do like waking my women up with sex, but only once I know they enjoy that.” He grinned. “And I prefer it to be in the bed,” he continued with a smirk as he licked his lips deliberately.
“I see.” I blushed at his words. I kind of liked the idea of waking up with Xavier making love to me, but there was no way in hell I was going to tell him that.
"It's best if we're both alert." He grinned, stood up, and walked over to the bathtub and sat at the edge. He reached his fingers into the tub and splashed the water around slightly.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, my voice stammering as I watched him unbutton his shirt. His chest was playing peekaboo and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the expanse of skin on show, so tan and muscular. Xavier truly was a sex god. I just had to hand it to him. No matter what he was wearing, or where we were, he always had the ability to turn me on.
"I need to get clean as well." He licked his lips and threw his shirt onto the ground.
"There's not enough room in the tub for both of us." I gulped.
"There's always enough room for the two of us, Lola." He grinned and stood up, pulling his belt out of his pants and throwing it to the ground next to his shirt. Then he stretched his arms up and I watched the rippling of his abs as I sat there. My fingers moved up to touch his stomach, but I stopped myself right at the last moment.
Xavier grinned down at me and started to unzip his pants. I moaned slightly as he pulled his pants down and I stared at his manhood, stiff and hard, and pointing directly toward me from his tight white briefs. I looked away so that I wasn’t staring directly at his cock, and splashed myself with some water to cool off. Xavier was making this very difficult for me. Very, very difficult. How could I extricate myself from this situation when I still wanted to be with him so badly?
“What are you doing?” I gasped as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his manhood. His fingers squeezed mine as he stood there grinning down at me, our hands moving up and down his length.
“Getting ready for my bath.”
“Get ready by yourself, please.” I tried to move my hand away, but his grip tightened. “What are you doing?” I said again as I glared up at him.
“Letting you feel how hard you make me.” He let go of my hand abruptly. “I want you to remember what you do to me, every single time you think of me.”
“Ooh, wow, I'm so flattered,” I said sarcastically. “What an honor it is to get you hard.”
“Is that all you think this is?” His voice dropped as he stepped into the bathtub.
“Do I think my holding your cock is about making you horny and hard?” I asked and rolled my eyes. “What else should I think it’s about? The cure to cancer?”
“Do you think it is so easy to make me hard?” His voice was a whisper as he reached down and pulled me up.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as his fingers slid down my arms to my hands as he lifted me. “Xavier,” I protested as he pulled me towards him, my breasts rubbing bubbles all over his chest.
“Lola,” he mocked me as his voice dropped to a sultry whisper and his hand rubbed bubbles down my back and to my ass.
“I didn’t invite you to take a bath with me.”
“And I don’t need your invitation.”
“You’re such a pig.”
“I know, I know. You’ve told me that about a million times.” He squeezed my butt cheeks and pulled me against him harder. “And I haven’t forgotten any of the other times you said it, either.”
“Then why do you keep acting so insufferable?”
“You think I’m insufferable?” He frowned. “Or are you just saying that?”
“Why would I just say that?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
“So you mean to tell me that I’m insufferable?”
“Yeah.”
“You know who I am?”
“Yeah.”
“I should spank you for being impertinent.”
“You think I’d let you get away with that?” I breathed out as I felt his hardness against my stomach.
“No.” He smiled slyly. “And that’s why it will be so good.”
“Huh?” I said, confused. “Why will what be so good?”
“It will be fantastic.” He breathed heavily. “Because you will try and slide away from me.” His fingers gripped into the small of my back at the sides of my waist. “And when you slide away from me, you’ll be squirming and wriggling like you are now.” He bent down and whispered into my ear. “And that wiggling back and forth is very much turning me on.” I paused as I realized my breasts were rubbing back and forth on his chest in an attempt to back away from him. And all that was succeeding in doing was making my nipples hard.