Emily
Both of them had made that abundantly clear over the past week, doting on me like a newborn as I gradually regained my strength. Since we’d admitted our feelings for one another, they hadn’t been more than a few feet away from me at any given time. Mathew and Nicola both disregarded their parents’ pleas. I was aware that my men were supposed to assist in the search for my assailants, but they were more concerned with meeting my immediate needs.
It was high time that we stopped taking parental authority so seriously and started making our own decisions. Since I wasn’t the intended victim, I figured the poison wouldn’t hurt me. Whoever was out to get Nicola’s dad, that was none of anyone else’s business.
As I slipped into the hot water, I hummed to myself. Mathew’s attention has been greater than ever since we finally admitted our feelings for one another. He was very concerned about making sure I was okay. I felt like the luckiest woman alive thanks to Mathew’s daily pampering and Nicola’s unending love.
“Is it not too warm for you, sweetie? ” As the water rose higher, covering my stomach in soft bubbles, Mathew asked.
“It’s perfect”.
As he knelt beside the bath, I beamed down at him with a smile. At first, I found it strange that he wasn’t interested in sharing the enormous tub with me. But I soon learned that he was genuinely concerned about my well-being. He felt something deeper here than simple sensual play. It was fundamental to his identity. He needed me to give him my love and trust.
While I basked in the hot water, he would usually massage my shoulders and wash my hair. This time, to prevent my hair from getting wet, he had me pile it on top of my head in a bun.
He turned the knob so that water sprayed from the showerhead even though the bathtub was only halfway full. While he was squirting body wash onto a pink loofa, he aimed the spray away from me.
With gentle pressure at my nape, he rubbed the soapy loofa in small, circular motions over my shoulders. With my eyes closed, I let myself enjoy Mathew’s tender touch.
As he worked his way down my chest and teased me around my breasts, he continued to gently scrub my skin. My nipples pebbled in the warm water of the bath, begging to be touched. In shock, I leaned forward as the loofa brushed over the sharp peaks.
His belly laugh resounded in my ears, and the joy in his voice brought a flush of warmth to my chest.
The hot shower spray finally reached my breasts, and I leaned back and moaned in response.
While Mathew massaged my lower body with a loofa, he kept the water stream focused on my chest, stimulating my nipples. As he rubbed it over my swollen pussy, it dipped below the surface of the water. I slid my pant legs down, inviting him to wash me in this provocative fashion.
As he pushed the loofa further back, it stimulated my tender asshole and brought me wide awake. Simultaneously, he lowered the showerhead so that the water splashed on my clit.
My fingers scrabbled at the edges of the tub, searching for something to hold onto as I cried out at the shock of pleasure.
Again, Mathew’s laughter was full of the joyt. “Let’s get you fresh for Nicola, goddess. ”
Ecstasy throbbed in my veins, and my eyelashes fluttered as I tried to keep my attention on him. “What?” Subtly, I posed the question.
“You’re ready; Nicola and I spoke about it and came to that conclusion. To benefit us both.”
An whole new surge of passion washed over me at the prospect of them both piercing me simultaneously, and I whimpered. While they didn’t engage in sexual contact with me throughout my recovery, they did try to get me physically ready to receive Nicola’s cock in my arse.
Mathew removed the showerhead from my clit after I writhed in the water.
“No!” And then, with a gasp, I reached out and grabbed it. I was on the verge of climax, but he had stopped me.
“greedy girl,” he joked. “We’re going to have to hold off here till Nicola gets here. ”
Just enough stimulation to make me want more, he massaged the loofa over my a$$ again.
“You’re being cruel.” I sulked.
He leaned forward and planted a kiss on my head. “You’re going to come at Daddy and Nicola with all your might. Don’t let’s have any sex until we’re both inside of you. ”
Graciously, he snatched the loofa from my hands and used the warm spray to wash the soap from my middle. Although I leaned against the tub in an attempt to unwind, the tension of my physical need prevented me from doing so.
“Come on, babygirl. Nicola is holding out for us.”
After he helped me get out of the tub, he wiped me down with a soft, white towel. Mathew gave me just enough to keep me hot and desperate as the smooth fabric brushed over my nippled peak and swollen pussy.
After I dried off, he did not provide me with any clothing. After he unpinned my hair, my black hair flowed free over my shoulders. He reached out and grabbed my hand, taking me from the restroom into the bedroom.
Nicola got up from the headboard where he had been relaxing. His muscular core was on full show as he wore nothing but a pair of low-rise gray sweatpants. His muscles rippled and flexed as he made his way toward me. Intense need caused my mouth to moisten and my sex to get wet. Even though Mathew had just finished drying me off, the slippery feeling of desire had spread to my thighs.