Had I been given even the faintest idea of those thoughts of insecurity that turned about in her mind in those few moments I'm sure I would have laughed at how ridiculous they were. Maybe there have been some women in my time, I can hardly deny that and I never have. She knows about them, after all they were never a secret. The idea that she was any less then them, somehow, was the truly laughable thing. Maybe she had lacked experience when we first met and maybe she was still working out, sometimes, just where to put her hands or how to roll her hips or move her body in just that right way and yet from the moment I'd met the woman I was entirely convinced everything she did was done in just the right way. It was that which had attracted me to her in the first place. That and well...her rather exceptional behind as she jogged through the park. I can't help it, I looked. Years later and I'm still looking. Better yet it had, by some miracle, become entirely mine to touch though god knows that had taken her months of convincing and yet the wait had been worth it. She had been worth it. Her lack of experience only meant I had more show her and truly I rather relished in that task. I had a lifetime, maybe several of them, to see just what touch or kiss might bring her to that very brink of satisfaction and here and now I was content to do just that. Of all those women I've known or had or enjoyed- I'd only ever committed to one of them and really, I think that puts her far above the others.

There was something undeniably sensual about her naked form against my own within that heated water between us, my hand gracing her thigh before brushing down to that intimate apex if only to see just how much of a response I could draw from her, shifting that rhythm and speed and pressure until she responded just as I knew she would and those glorious sounds started to part from her lips. There is nothing, I am sure, more enticing then those moans of delight from a woman. Her skin tasting as sweet and warm as it ever had between my lips as kisses trailed down her neck, my teeth nipping lightly at that skin only to afford her all the more sensation before she begun to reach the inevitable peak. Trying to keep her still was no longer a truly feasible idea, that touch and press of her body almost painful against my arousal, every brush and movement pressing at my own control and that desire to take her entirely. God this took far more of my own control then I'd anticipated. Wasn't she supposed to be the one on the edge? It was that subtle change in her breathing, that shift of her form that assured me that pleasurable peak was almost upon her, my hand ceasing its motion abruptly then, a faint chuckle humming from within my throat at the notion of how torturously pleasurable it could be to be left wanting in that sense before softly requesting she turn around.

The scent of her, her touch, her taste, even when she kept her hands entirely to herself it seemed I was incapable of not finding her entirely alluring enough to see my own form in that rather notable state of readiness as I slid her onto my lap, that water providing a truly pleasant wetness that only facilitated such actions all the more as my hips rolled forward to enter her and that heady, throaty groan rose within my own lips at the simple feel of her around me. She took nearly no encouragement to move her hips, the first simple sways nearly bringing me undone completely as my fingers tightened against her skin. She was...fucking fantastic. Her movement shifted and changed, starting slower, exploring those angels and just how to shift herself to afford me all the more depth, Kat seizing on just those angles that seemed to rip those groans of pleasure from my own throat or urge my own hips into those increased thrusts. My lips met her own readily, stealing kiss after kiss, my breath rapidly becoming ragged now as my tongue slipped between her lips to embrace her own in that erotic kiss I couldn't get enough off- Kat responding in turn.

Her back arched, pressing her more firmly against me. Kat taking my bottom lip in her own to suck softly upon it. My body entirely on the brink of that release as I increased that pace all the more, determined to take us both over the edge within those final few moments, holding her against me as I finally found that release. My breath was almost gasping, heart hammering in my chest as I pressed my lips gently to hers that final time like she was the last drink of water in a desert. I eased back slightly within that tub, the water washing over me, making no effort to move Kat as I kept my arms around her giving us both that chance to simply breath.

"Well, according to my diagnosis, I think you'll recover just fine."

One blue gold eye lifted just so, a warm chuckle humming from within my lips now, assuring Kat that given her performance she would likely recovery from her injuries entirely. That part of me that was so terrified of losing her each time she went out somehow soothed in the wake of that heated embrace, one hand lifted to trace an absentminded pattern on her skin for several minutes as we simply......rested, before I reached ideally for that wash cloth. It was easy then to lather some soap upon it, running it along her shoulder and collar bone. What's a bath after all, if no one actually get clean? Each stroke wholly slow and sensual in the wake of the desire for closeness that existed still. My voice tired and yet teasing all the same.

"I'd ask you what your breakfast request was but I only know how to make toast. I can however- apply any sort of spread you like to it. I am an incredible....spreader."

That's a thing isn't it? Is now.




k o h l
so you want to play with magic?