CHAPTER 172: BATH?

Relief flashed across her face, softening into a tiny, shy smile.

She turned, her damp hair swaying, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar—an unspoken invitation, a dare.

Lor rose, stripping off his shirt and trousers in careless heaps, the fabric pooling on the floor as he followed her, naked and already hardening at the thought of what awaited.

He stepped into the bathroom, pausing at the threshold to take it in.

It was a far cry from the modest, bottom tier shy Nellie he’d first met.

White marble tiles gleamed under warm lamplight, golden fixtures catching the glow like molten sunlight.

A wide mirror stretched across one wall, flanked by crystal sconces that cast a soft, intimate light.

At the room’s heart was a large sunken bathtub, its rim adorned with scented candles flickering gently, bowls of rose petals adding a delicate sweetness to the air.

Steam curled up from the hot water, already lapping at Nellie’s bare skin as she stood beside the tub, her back to him.

Her ass, still faintly marked from his earlier grip, looked impossibly soft under the warm light, her thick thighs pressed together in a mix of modesty and anticipation. She made no move to cover herself, her vulnerability a quiet offering that made his cock twitch with renewed hunger.

"You... weren’t lying," he murmured, stepping closer, his voice thick with appreciation. "This is definitely big enough for two."

Families...

She turned, her gray eyes meeting his directly, her cheeks burning but her gaze unflinching.

Her eyes flicked downward, lingering on his hardening length for a heartbeat before darting back up, the glance enough to make him ache.

"Come in," she whispered, her voice trembling with nervous excitement as she slid into the tub.

The water enveloped her, beads rolling down her freckled breasts, pooling at the valley of her thighs as she settled against the far edge, leaving space for him opposite.

Lor climbed in, the heat wrapping him instantly, the water rising with his weight.

He sank down, his knees brushing hers beneath the surface, the faint contact sending a jolt through him.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, both flushed, both breathing faster than the steam warranted. T

he rose-scented air thickened, the candles’ flicker casting soft shadows across her skin.

"You’re beautiful like this," he said, his voice low, echoing off the marble walls.

The words weren’t just flattery—they were truth, raw and undeniable, her freckles glowing like stars against her flushed skin.

I seriously need to work on my vocabulary. Lor thought.

Her lips parted, and she ducked her head, a shy smile tugging at her mouth.

"You keep saying that," she murmured, her fingers tapping nervously on the tub’s rim.

"Because it’s true," he said, his tone firm but warm, his eyes locked on hers.

The silence stretched, charged with unspoken desire, the drip of water from the faucet a soft counterpoint to their quickening breaths.

Lor let his foot slide forward under the water, brushing hers, a teasing graze.

She startled, her toes twitching, but didn’t pull back.

Instead, she pressed them lightly against his shin, a small, bold gesture that made his pulse race.

The contact was slight, but it carried the weight of everything unsaid—their shared ritual, her trust, the heat still simmering between them.

They sat there, naked, water lapping softly around their bodies, the tension a taut string ready to snap.

Every glance, every fleeting touch, was heavy with promise.

Lor leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, the water rippling around him.

Nellie mirrored the movement, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, her breasts shifting above the water’s surface, glistening in the candlelight.

Their faces drew closer, the steam curling between them like a veil, wrapping them in a cocoon of heat and want.

Neither moved further, not yet.

But her gray eyes held his, wide and unguarded, shimmering with a desire that matched his own.

The candles flickered, their flames dancing in the heavy air. The water steamed, rose petals floating lazily on its surface.

Their knees brushed beneath the surface, a fleeting contact that sent a spark through the heavy air.

Lor nudged her foot with his, a teasing graze, and this time she didn’t flinch.

Her toes traced his shin in return, a shy, gliding stroke that spoke louder than words, igniting a slow burn in his chest that slid lower, pooling in his groin.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice barely rising above the hush of the room, rich with invitation.

Nellie hesitated only a moment, her gray eyes flickering with nervous excitement behind her glasses.

Then she shifted forward, the water rippling up her sides, her thick thighs catching the candlelight as she moved.

Lor met her halfway, their lips finding each other without haste—soft, warm, tasting of rose oil and the lingering sweetness of their earlier kisses.

Her mouth parted with a tiny, hungry sound, a note so raw and new it made his fingers tighten on the tub’s rim.

He cupped her jaw, his thumb brushing the constellation of freckles dusting her cheek, then slid his hand to the back of her neck, drawing her closer until her breasts pressed wetly against his chest, the heat of her skin searing through the water’s warmth.

"You’re shaking," he whispered against her lips, his voice a low, teasing hum.

"I’m... excited," she whispered back, the word trembling with a mix of shyness and courage, her breath hot against his mouth.

He kissed her again, deeper now, his tongue teasing hers in a slow, languid dance that made her sigh into him.

One hand slid down her spine, tracing the warm curve to the small of her back, where skin met steaming water.

When his palm cupped the lush swell of her ass beneath the surface, she gasped into his mouth—not from fear, but from a startled need that made her arch closer, her hips pressing instinctively toward his touch.