266: A long bath with her husband (part 2)

A long bath with her husband (part 2)

Initially, her attention was fixed on the task of cleansing his legs. A lucid realization settled within her: Egon was undeniably a breathtaking specimen, masculinity oozing from every inch of him. He embodied a potent allure, his physique a formidable weapon in itself.1

And that formidable creature was exclusively hers.

Setting aside the damp cloth, she lathered a fresh coat of soap between her palms. Resolute in her intentions, she had to convey her purpose to him. After all, looking and touching remained two distinct matters altogether. This was his private area, and she needed his consent.

She looked long and hard at his erection.

Undisturbed, he granted her the space she required, maintaining perfect stillness. It wasn't until his penis began to twitch visibly beneath her intent scrutiny that Egon shifted his attention, looking down at her as she met his gaze.

"...The inquiries on my mind, is it all right if I shared them with you?" 

His right hand disengaged from the tile to tenderly stroke her cheek, his touch then trailing over her lips.

"That's all I desire. Ask me anything, and I shall reciprocate."

She nodded, distributing the soap between her palms. As his breath quickened under her observation, it became unmistakably evident that he yearned for what she was about to do.

Once more, her gaze lifted to meet his, trying to find the appropriate words.

"Are men always like this?"

"Erect?"

A flush colored her cheeks. "Yes."

He smiled leisurely. "No."

She swallowed. Maybe he was distinct in this aspect.

"…Are you always like this?"

"When you're close to me. For the most part," he answered with a casual tone.

Her heart raced within her chest; yet another manifestation of her influence on him. And if she held sway over this reaction, it implied she should take some responsibility.

"Are you done asking already?" he inquired in a husky voice.

"…Certain things are better learned through experience."

As his gaze abruptly shifted from her eyes to her breasts, she reciprocated the gesture, redirecting her focus to his erection.

A gulp slid down her throat, followed by a deep inhalation. She mustered her confidence, surrounded by the pounding rhythm of both their hearts reverberating within the confined space. A surge of carnal desire coursed through her body all the way to her toes; it was the bond between mates, a palpable proof of his yearning for her to initiate.

Her lips parted as she inhaled…excited.

Aroused.

He hissed but otherwise sat very still when she delicately clasped his penis with both of her hands, wrapping her fingers around it. She attempted to approach this portion of him just as she had approached the rest, washing with care, yet found it to be a very challanging task.

This part of him was extremely different. And touching him there caused her sore area to heat up and tingle. 

Is this normal? She couldn't ask.

His erection possessed a robust internal core encased within a tender exterior, as though an excess of skin enveloped the area. It responded to her touch, an intriguing mix of firmness and velvety texture.

His big hands suddenly enveloped her considerably smaller ones. She glanced up at him, perceiving her profound desire reflected in his dark eyes.

He assumed control, guiding her hands beneath his own.

"Like this," he instructed, his gaze softening.

Had she ever felt more drawn to him in her entire existence? She seriously doubted it.

Her concentration wavered, the intensity between them making impartiality a challenge, but she needed to focus on the lesson, for he was guiding her, imploring her to do two things: establish a rhythm for him to follow this time, and adjust the pressure her hands applied.

At least, these were her conclusions.

He released her hands abruptly, scooping water and splashing it across his face before repeating the action over her hands on his penis.

"Let's take it slow," he proposed with a labored breath.

She shook her head in disagreement; she was only just commencing.

"Such eagerness," he playfully chided. Sliding his forefinger beneath her chin, he coaxed her gaze to meet his. "Do you really want to do this?"

She nodded with fervor.

He massaged his temple and let out a boyish laugh. "I'll try, but remember, when I tell you to stop, you must stop."

"Absolutely, I will always honor your wishes."

A frown creased his forehead. "My wishes? I'm striving to restrain myself, Adelaide, but I've honed the skill of restraint quite well in your presence... Then again," his gaze lingered on her lips, "Just your hands for now."

A realization struck her, a notion that had traversed her thoughts earlier when his tongue was deep inside of her. If he could pleasure her with his mouth, couldn't she do the same thing for him?

The thought held immense intrigue, one she dared not voice aloud, one that demanded immediate implementation.

Unaware of her internal musings, Egon closed his eyes, his expression one of intense concentration.

She licked her lips, her sore parts tingling at the thought of tasting his skin down there. She got closer and gently grabbed his penis again, readying herself to insert the tip inside of her mouth and studying the rest of his impressive length with her eyes.

He was too large to be accommodated entirely within her mouth.

Egon's breath hitched as she began tending to his erection. However, in keeping with his courteous nature, even though he had suggested otherwise, he refrained from dampening her resolve. On the contrary, he gently rested his palm upon her head and inclined his neck backward, surrendering to the sensation.

He was enjoying it.

Her strokes were those of an amateur, yet she endeavored to supplement her touch with a series of gentle kisses, tracing a path up and down his length. She tensed when he lowered his head again, his gaze fixed upon her.

"Everything you do will feel good, don't overanalyze it," he encouraged.

It was precisely the assurance she required.

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