Test drive

The soothing sound of water pouring into the white porcelain tub makes you sleepy and the warm steam that wafts around your naked body has fogged the mirrors already, too.
It’s a gloomy evening in April and the dusty blue of the sky hints that the hidden sun’s about to set.
It hasn’t been cold today, but all by yourself and bored to the point where you caught yourself enthusiastically guessing with the candidates of Jeopardy, the idea of taking a hot bath in the twilight had become quite appealing. You dropped your dress at the door frame to the white tiled epitome of luxury your husband had just had equipped “for you” in the new house.
Liam’s never been much into the profusion that came with his success. The man you had fallen in love with had always been simple by all means. And you would have fallen for him if he couldn’t afford a quarter of all this, too. But for your first year anniversary as a married couple two months ago, he had decided it was time to move into the villa at the town’s edge. It was a quiet place surrounded by grassland and a little forest. Pure luxury you were more than just thankful for. It was your own palace. But it felt too big on days like these. Days of hard work for your man.
Thinking of him makes you even warmer inside than the tickling steam. You miss him. It’s been years, but you still feel like the helpless little teenage girl you were when he first kissed you. You love him. More than anything else in this world. And knowing he loves you, too, makes you happier than you ever expected to be in your life.
Your bath is drawn. You turn away from the window and climb into the tub. The water’s a bit too hot, you burn your toe, but you sit down anyway knowing your body temperature would counter the heat. You shiver and sigh and lean back, closing your eyes to listen to the rain drumming against the window.
The warm water caresses your body and you draw circles on your thighs with your fingertips, slackening in the heat. You let your hands wander further up, involuntarily wincing as they stop between your legs. You realize it’s been a while and reach out to grab your razor, when you hear footsteps coming closer. For a second, you’re instinctively scared, but then you see him.
Tired, brown eyes, but a blissful smile on his face. His hair’s a mess, there’s a sauce stain on the tip of his collar, he definitely needs a bath more than you. But he just stands there, in the door frame, looking at you and shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he sees. You blush for no proper reason and look away again.
"Are you being shy today, babe?", he asks and enters the room.
You sit up and he bends over and puts his lips on your forehead, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he kisses you.
"Good evening.", you reply. "How was your day?"
"Exhausting.", he mumbles, walking away from the tub again to sit on the golden chair in front of it.
It was meant to be part of the decoration, but not only once did you find Liam just sitting there, admiring the view, reading, or singing, because the acoustics in the bathroom were simply perfect.
He stretches out his legs, yawns and winks at you. Your body is covered in coconut scented foam, to your husbands disadvantage. He opens the first two buttons of his shirt and exhales loudly. “Taking a bubble bath?”
"Obviously.", you say. "Wanna come in?"
"Uh-uh." He shakes his head and his eyes seem to sparkle in the pale evening light that casts shadows on his face. "Not today. But I’m glad to see you enjoy the new house."
"I really do. But you know it wasn’t necess-"
"Shhh.", he hushes you. "I know, babe. But it’s okay. Only the best for my love."
"You fucking charmer.", you sigh. Liam shrugs and winks at you again.
"It’s pretty warm in here.", he mentions and opens another button. "Is the water still hot?"
You nod. “I haven’t been in the tub for too long until you came back. Wanna tell me a bit about your day?”
Liam shakes his head and rubs his eyes.
You remain quiet for a while. You look out the window, watching the black clouds get thicker, slowly swallowing the daylight over the now dark green hills and covering the lake with a blanket of mist.
Then, you remember what you were going to do before he arrived. “Mind if I shave?”, you ask him.
“Of course not.”, he replies. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all. I’m your husband, Olivia. I know every inch of your body.”
You smile at him. He loves to remind you that you’re married. It still both flustered and flattered you to think of how proud he was to make you his wife. You’re both still young and especially your family had doubted that it was the right decision to settle down with a man in his position, but nothing in the whole world could ever feel as right as sitting a room, no matter how luxury, with him grinning back at you, knowing he loves you and you love him, so purely, deeply, insanely dedicated to him.
You grab your razor and spread your legs under the bubbly white foam, sliding down the curved porcelain to get comfortable. The corners of Liam’s soft pink lips curl up and he skids down in the grand baroque chair, too. He looks like a king on his throne. A king in a half unbuttoned shirt and jeans. Your king.
You push your hips up a little to see through the foam and drag the blades across your pubic mound first. They’re sharp, but the warm water eases the slight burn right away. Liam casually places his right hand on his crotch as the too long awaited sight of your body makes him smirk like a school boy. His legs are spread, the collar of his shirt wide open. You can see his pale chest. He strokes the bulge in his tight jeans through the fabric, complacently watching you.
"Babe, will you stand up for me?", he then asks. "I need to see you wholly."
"It’s more comfortable like this, Li.", you respond. "I can’t reach it all when I stand."
"I’ll help you.", he suggests. "I’ll do it for you."
The thought of Liam shaving his in certain situations supposedly favorite part of your body makes it tingle and twitch in said place. You nod and carefully get up, feeling the water and foam run down your naked body as you stand up in the bathtub. You shiver despite the warmth in the room. Liam scans your wet body, letting his eyes wander from your face over your bare breasts and stomach down to where he’ll help you, and your legs, that still stand in the water, coated by vapours that smell like coconut milk.
"You’re so fucking beautiful, Liv.", Liam whispers and licks his lips, before he stands up, too, and walks over to the tub. He kisses you and you hand him the razor.
"Be careful.", you say.
"I’m always careful with my baby, aren’t I?", he asks with a smile before he gets on his knees to comfortably see where and how to shave you.
"Not always.", you mutter, referring to the big bruise he left on your thigh some days ago. He groans and leans forward to press his lips on the violet pattern.
"I just wanted you so bad, honey. You know what I’m like.", he apologizes. "You know I’m always having a hard time controlling myself around you. I mean, look at you. You’re perfect, Liv. And so fucking hot."
"Li....", you sigh. You never know how to properly reply to all the compliments you never thought you’d deserve.
"I’ll be gentle, I promise.", he then says and kisses your lower stomach before he begins to shave you.
He’s really careful. He slowly drags the blade across your most sensitive parts and keeps looking up at you to ask if you’re okay and if it hurts. He’s been like this when you first slept with him, too. He likes it rough, really rough, and you always knew that. You always liked it just a rough, too, but he took such good care of you in the first weeks that you almost forgot you actually wanted him to hurt, bite, slap, spank and simply dominate you. When you told him he could go a little harder, your sex life changed for good. You did him an unimaginable favor by letting him take control and it pleased you to see how happy it made him.
But he has his soft, cautious, tender side, too. And the way he now parts your outer lips with his index and middle finger to carefully remove the few hairs on their inside is a further proof.
You remember the night he first saw you naked. He would stare at you with his mouth half open, big eyes, entrapped by the sight of you, mumbling words you didn’t understand.
He has a fascination with female bodies, not even strictly sexual. He admires the curve between your waist and hip, he loves your soft skin. Your breasts, your thighs, your ass as well.
That’s why he likes to mark you. To claim the treasure he thinks your body is as his.
"Is it okay?", he asks.
"Yes, sure.", you reply and stroke his head. He keeps his fingers parted like a V to lean forward and kiss your clit. You let out a quiet moan.
"Turn around, babe.", he says and puts his hands on your hips to help you and keep you from falling.
He faces your butt now and before you bend over, holding yourself up on the edge of the tub to enable him to reach the still unshaved parts in the back, he softly slaps your butt cheek while pulling your head back to give you a soft kiss. He groans a little and you bend over, spreading your legs and wishing for him to not just shave, but touch you there.
"Coconut.", he mumbles. He can’t keep himself from slapping your ass again. "Spread them a little more, babe."
It’s hard to stay in this position and if you weren’t already that turned on, you’d feel a little weird standing there, with the water still dripping from your naked body while your clothed husband shaves you from behind and you watch the sunset behind rain clouds. On the other hand, he could be eating you out like this. You’d surely like that. Oh, he should.
"Done.", he says after a few minutes, kissing your butt cheek again. "Did you like it, babygirl?"
"Yes.", you answer. "I liked it a lot."
"D’ya want Daddy to do it more often from now on?"
"Yes."
"Hold still a minute longer so I can wash you.", he bids and stands up. Instead of using a cloth to wash away the stubbles, he scoops water in his hands and promptly, but tenderly rubs his bare palm between your legs to wash you. He puts his chin on your shoulder and kisses your temple. You’re aroused, therefore very sensitive, so you can’t help but moan again.
"Why do you moan, little one?", he asks as if he didn’t know while he reaches between your legs again, stroking your slit and then using his other hand to part your butt cheeks and wash you from behind, too. "Does that feel good?"
"Mhm.", you nod, pressing your lips together to try and contain how good exactly.
"But you don’t just want me to wash you, do you?", Liam chuckles.
"Uh-uh.", you reply and turn your head to let him kiss you. A little harder this time. And he tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, letting it snap back as your mouths part.
"What do you want me to do with you?", he groans, pressing his body against yours. Your body’s still not dry and you know your back soaks his shirt, but none of you mind. "Tell me."
"I want you to keep touching me.", you say because that’s really all you want.
"Where?", he asks in a playful tone.
"Down here, Li.", you sigh, putting your hand on his to assist him a little, but he shakes it off.
"Here?", he chuckles, placing his thumb on your clit and circling two of his fingers around your entrance from behind. "Do you want me to fuck your wet little cunt with my fingers?"
"Yes.", you answer. "Yes, please."
"Tss, tss, tss." He bites your neck, making you shiver all over your body. "You’re a naughty girl today, aren’t you?"
"I’m always a naughty for you, Daddy.", you whisper. Liam inhales through his teeth and starts rubbing your clit, shoving two fingers of his other hand inside you.
You raise your arms, reach back and wrap them around his neck to let him kiss your shoulder while he literally fucks you with his hands. The water around your legs is getting cold and goosebumps cover your skin.
"Are you cold, princess?", Liam asks."D’ya want me to put you to bed?"
"Yes.", you reply.
Having to let him take his hands off of you is painful. You’re yearning for him to continue what he started, but it’s probably better to do that in the bedroom. He grabs a towel and wraps it around your body, rubbing you dry.
"I’m gonna take good care of you.", he promises. His cheeks are red, his eyes glassy. He’s hard beneath his jeans and his bottom lip is shaking a little. Without a warning, he lifts you out of the tub and carries you to the bedroom. He wants you too bad to be as careful as before. He just throws you on the bed, the towel falls to the floor and you arch your back, waiting for him to lay down and lower his body on yours.
Liam stares at you for a few seconds, stroking himself through his pants again, before he kneels on the bed and crawls between your legs. He kisses your inner thigh and dips his middle finger into your wetness only to tell you “Someone’s really wet.” You watch him lick his finger and he smirks.
"For you.", you say.
"Hmhm.", he chuckles. "I’m gonna have to fuck you after I made you cum, babe."
"Whatever you want."
"I did a good job.", he praises himself admiring how well he shaved you, and then, finally, he shoves his fingers back in, applying pressure on your g spot by curling them up a little while uses his tongue to eat you out like you wanted him too. He circles it on your clit, then just spreads it to literally lick you.
You buck your hips and feel his nose bump against your mound. You squirm and moan because your husband does so well. He knows exactly how to make you cum in the shortest amount of time and you need it so badly. You cry out his name and he chuckles, the vibration of his voice makes it only better. Or worse, because it’s hard to contain the sweet pain his mouth and fingers cause you as clench around his fingers and feel your orgasm wash over you.
You grab a fistful of his hair, pull it, make him stay down to lick you all the way through your high and even when you’re coming down, he still flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue. It’s so good it hurts.
"Oh fuck.", you pant. Liam gets up an commands you to turn around.
He likes this position the most because it means his full body weight is pressing you into the mattress, he’s in full control, he can easily wrap his hand around your throat, but also kiss it and whisper into your ear.
You do what he told you to and lay down on your stomach, sticking out your ass and spreading your legs with your face down on a pillow, waiting for him to take you. Before he grabs your hips and shoves his hard on into you, he first kisses your butt cheek, then spanks you twice.
"I knew I’d do that from the moment I entered the bathroom on.", he says as he begins to thrust into you. He makes pushes you down, keeping one hand on your throat and shoving the other hand under your stomach and between your legs again to rub your already way too sensitive clit whilst fucking you. "You too, didn’t you?"
"I was hoping for it.", you whimper.
"Yeah, and you like it when I take you like that, huh?" His thrusts are fitful and hard and he pushes your face into the pillow as he puts his lips on your cheek.
"Yes.", you mumble into the satin bedding. "You can take me whenever you want, and how you want."
He chuckles, his warm breath tickles your face. “That’s why I married you, Livv You’re my little wife, but you’re a fucking slut for me as well.”
"Whatever you want me to be, Daddy, you own me."
"Fuck.", he pants. "If you keep talking like this, I’ll- fuck."
He’s so close and know you’ll cum a second time if he keeps fucking you like this, with his finger flicking your clit and his cheek on yous. Spit drips from his lips and runs down your neck and you turn around to kiss him. He bites your tongue and snarls, thrusting into you even harder .
"Can you cum for me again?", he asks. You nod. "Good girl. I love you so fucking much. Now tell me again, baby, who owns you?"
"You.", you pant, feeling your body tense and your walls tighten.
"Who’s the only one who knows how to fuck you right?.
"You.", you repeat.
"Yes.", he groans. "That’s right. Now, cum for Daddy, won’t you?"
You cry out his name, knowing how much he loves that.
He snarls again and you let go. He stops thrusting into you, cups your center with his palm and presses his body against yours as he reaches his high, too. You feel the warm liquid running down your thighs as he pulls back and immediately lays down next to you, breathing heavily.
"Thank you.", you whisper and kiss the tip of his nose.
"I just know my duties as a husband.", he chuckles and kisses you on the mouth. "I love you so fucking much, baby. Come here."
He wraps his arm around you and pulls your head on his chest. You’re both covered in sweat.
"Maybe I should take another bath.", you mumble, but only to tease him. You know that he’s got a little fetish for letting you fall asleep with his cum still in and on you.
"No.", he says. "Sleep now. You’re clean, babe. It’s all good."
He pulls the blanket over your naked body and kisses your forehead before you wrap your legs around him to get comfortable and close your eyes.
Before Liam is able to turn on the TV, you’ve fallen asleep.

Notes

Just had this experience soooo...waned to share it with the world.. Lucky Olivia !!
BTW: Was your username @Livvie_Bear?? cause if it was i remember you !!!!!!!!!

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