XV

When the bath was full with steaming water, Frédérique dimmed the bathroom lights while Richie undressed himself and walked into the warm water. He waited – and watched – as Frédérique lazily peeled off her clothes and carefully placed them over the back of a wooden chair. He extended his hand and helped her in. 

As soon as she reclined her back on Richie’s chest, Frédérique couldn’t help but moan soundly at the relaxation and comfort she felt. She let her head fall back on Richie’s shoulder so they were cheek to cheek and she closed her eyes. He gave her a smooch and lightly pinched her cheek with his lips. Frédérique chuckled.

“You ARE trying to spoil me, aren't you?”, she said, her voice coming from deep inside her throat and Richie’s body immediately responded by sending an electrical bolt directly to his crotch.

“I was guessing you may be needin’ some”, was his response.

“Yes, I could definitely use SOME”, they both chuckled.  “But first I need to relax juuust a little bit”, and she rubbed her back against Richie’s chest to better accommodate herself, then placed both hands on each of Richie’s thighs on her sides. She couldn’t help but run her hands up and down, relishing in the way the fuzz in his thighs changed direction with each stroke.

Richie took the sponge with his left arm and poured some strawberry-scented gel shower on it, then pressed it a little to raise the foam, while his right arm circled Frédérique’s waist under the water.

“I want to know everything about you”, he said softly in her ear while he gently started to rub the sponge around her breasts. “Tell me”.

Frédérique swallowed hard before she answered. Not yet, it’s too soon, it’s...too good.

 “There’s nothing to know, about me: what you see is what you get”, she finally said. Liar.

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is…”, she rolled over and folded her arms underneath her in the space between their bodies, putting one hand on top of the other over Richie’s chest and then resting her right cheek on them.

“…what do you want to know?”, she asked him seductively.

“Your life, all of it”, he said, and pressed a kiss on her crown.

“Wow, you’re greedy, aren`t you?”, she giggled and now had her chin on top of her hands. She pressed the tip of her nose against Richie’s chin and nuzzled. She couldn’t take her eyes off those full, juicy, perfect lips. She continued, mockingly with a smirk: “Mmm, let’s see…from where do I start?”, she said and made a “thinking” face.

She had her hair wrapped in a loose bun behind her neck, she hadn’t had time that morning to wash it so that was always the safest bet. Some tresses had slipped out and were already wet from the bath water. Richie was now scrubbing her back with the sponge. He was trying to control his state of arousal, but Frédérique could tell by the pumping under her hands inside Richie’s chest – and his pulsing erection against her stomach - that he wasn’t succeeding. She felt her inner walls dampen.

“How about from the day you were born?”, Richie said instinctively and no sooner had he heard the words he had uttered, that he realized how much he wanted to have been with her since…forever.

Frédérique looked at Richie in the eyes, and he could tell that the tired look in her eyes had turned into something else. He knew that look: she wanted him. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before sharing a long, soft kiss. We can get back to that later, he thought.

…

Frédérique untucked her arms from underneath her and quickly reached down towards Richie’s groin. He growled against her lips when her hand circled his erection and he let his head fall to one side so he could deepen the kiss and bury his tongue deep inside Frédérique’s mouth. She instead, used hers to press and lick his soft lips. She could so easily get lost in those lips.

She moved her hand up and down his length and Richie pulled her tight roughly, leaving the sponge floating in the water so he could sink all his ten fingers in her back’s flesh.

They kissed voraciously as Frédérique’s hand picked up the pace of her stimulation, encouraged by the rock hard condition of the flesh she was holding.

His sudden, hard orgasm took Richie by surprise, and he gave himself in completely.

….

After a few minutes of silence, Frédérique spoke:

“Let’s go to bed”

Frédérique came out first while Richie struggled to find the will to move: he was feeling as if he was about to pass out and he could barely open his eyes.

She swiftly dried her body with the towel and opened it in front of her to receive Richie. “Come on, baby, up”, she encouraged him softly, flapping the towel with her hands. He finally managed to get up and stand in front of her, the open towel in the space between their bodies.

She encircled him with the towel and rubbed it gently against his body. He just stood there, wobbly and silently. When she was satisfied, Frédérique hung the towel back in a hook on the wall and took Richie’s hand, tugging him behind her towards the bedroom.