As the water runs, I grab the bag of Epsom salt I found the other night and pour some into the water. This must have sparked a thought for Cam because he says "Oh! I forgot something, I'll be right back." And with that, he exits the bathroom.
Well that's surprising. I figured he'd be going crazy to go ahead and get in, not running off for something. I wonder what was so important. Oh well. I sprinkle a bit more salt in the water. It's the kind with essential oil, so it'll help make things nice and smooth.
By the time Cam gets back, the tub is half full. He holds out a shopping bag. "Here, I picked these up for you while I was out." Curious, I take it from him and see what's inside. Oh. This sweet man got me toiletries. Wait, are these the ones I used last night?
"Its the orange, I thought the smell suited you, so I got you some more... I hope you don't mind."
Mind? How could I mind? He went out of his way to get these for me. I smile and say "Thank you, it's perfect." I set the three bottles on the edge of the bathtub. "Now, would you like to strip first, or shall I?"
Cam turns red again. "Uhm... Same time?"
I chuckle. "Okay, that's fair. Shirts first?" He nods. I grab my t-shirt and tank top at the same time and pull them off together. Cam stops with his shirt half way up, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. I laugh again. "Are you okay?"
He closes his eyes and gives his head a small shake. Opening them again, he pointedly tries to avoid looking down. "I'm okay, They're just very distracting." He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his sharp, chiseled muscles.
I find myself staring. "And those aren't?"
Cam looks down, confused. "I don't see why they would be."
I sigh and shake my head at him. Oh this boy. "Ok, pants." I hook my thumbs under the hem of my yoga pants and underwear at the same time, slowly shimming them down.
I hear Cam mutter under his breath. "Oh gods..." He quickly pulls off his jeans and boxers, revealing a very hard piece of equipment. Oh boy.
He covers it with his hands. That bastard. "Oh come on" I say, putting my hands on my hips. "That isn't fair."
With a sigh, he uncovers it. With a satisfied nod, I gesture towards the tub. "You first, sweetie."
"Are you sure," he asks.
"Of course. You're bigger than I am, so it makes sense." On that note, I turn off the faucet so that it doesn't overflow.
Cam walks towards the tub and steps in gingerly, flinching slightly at the suddenly hot water. After he's adjudged, he extends a hand to help me step up into the tub. I accept it, gratefully. Once I step in, he slowly sits. The bath is big enough that we sit comfortably across from each other. He must be shy, because his hands are covering his junk again.
In retaliation, I pull my legs up to my chest and cross my arms over my knees. Two can play at this game
"Oh, now that just isn't fair," he says. He had been staring intently at my figure.
"I think it's very fair. You covered your goods, now its my turn."
With a sigh, he says, "very well, my love. So how does this help you make your decision?"
I smile at him. I also notice he's still covered, for now. "I'm very glad you asked. As I'm sure you noticed, this is very distracting, right?" He nods his head. Uncurling, I shift over to him, sitting next to him for a moment. "And so is this, right?"
"Extremely so, you cruel temptress."
Giggling, I grab his hands and move them to his sides. "Then lets even the playing field." I move to straddle his lap. "This is just as distracting for me as it is you." I clasp my hands behind his neck. Got to pay fair, after all. Cam looks about ready to burts, honestly. That's a good thing, because this is just as torturous for me as it is him.
He looks up at me, his chin to the level where it's almost resting on the top of my breasts. "Are you trying to kill me?"
I laugh. "No, not yet anyway. What I want is for you to tell me about yourself. Everything you think I should know. Big things, little things, whatever is important to you. All the while without getting distracted and switching gears towards the sexual. Its a test of self control, for both of us." I rest my forehead against his. "I want your life and your words to mean more to me than sex does, and vice versa."
This seems to click in his head. He nods. "Okay, where would you like me to start, my love?" He places his hands on my hips, in nice neutral territory.
" Wherever you think." Jeez, this was already torture. As he started talking about his life growing up in Ireland, he stayed rock hard. It was very distracting, but I tried to listen to each work. As I shifted my weight a bit, to get more comfortable, he twitched, and I could feel his long length pressed against my slit. I could tell this caught his attention too, because he paused.
"Go on, hun." I say as I shift again. He leaned his head back, trying to avoid burying his face between my breasts. From what I've gathered, he's a born vampire of a decent status, and when he was a teenager, his father Made Lawrence to be his steward. Kind of like a man servant. Huh, maybe that's why he's such an ass.
As he talks, I grab the bottle of shampoo off the side of the tub and put some in my palm. Cam looks confused, but keeps talking. I guide him to slide back enough so that I can get his hair wet. I think he gets what I'm trying to do because his grip on my hips tightens as I run my fingers through his hair and begin massaging in the soap.
"I swear, you're evil," he says as I scrub his scalp in slow, methodical circles. I chuckle and stick my tongue out at him.
"I'm not evil, I'm thorough. Sitting still is one thing. Actively receiving a rub down is another."
As retaliation, Cam shifts his hands a bit lower, his long fingers just barely grazing the top of my cheeks. He places a small kiss on my collar bone. As I let out a quiet whimper, he says, "Two can play unfair."
I gently tug his hair. "Oh hush and keep going." He looks up at me with lust written all over his face. But he keeps telling his story. He lived through the middle ages, the great revival, all of it. He stayed away from war, kept his nose clean, and was all around pretty innocent. As I finish his hair and grab a wash rag, he stops again.
"What are you going to do with that?"
I shoot him a grin. "What do you think I'm going to do?" As realization dawns on his face, I feel him press against me again, harder this time. Oh man, he's going to rip me in half, I just know it. I can't wait.
Cam looks almost disappointed when I get off his lap, but that look quickly changes to barely contained sexual tension as I begin rubbing soap over his body. Honestly, I don't even realize that he isn't talking for a few minutes as I'm running the cloth over his broad shoulders, and down the lean muscle of his chest and abs. All the way down... Wait, right, he's not talking.
"Hey, Mister. Story. keep going or I'll stop."
He groans in mild frustration. "I don't know what's worse. You stopping, or if you keep going."
I blow soap bubbles at him. "Just keep going! I want to hear about the 20's!" As he tells me about the great depression first hand, I start cleaning his undercarriage, if you know what I mean. I'm probably really mean, but I take my sweet time, gently and slowly rubbing over each inch. By the time I'm done, I'm almost certain he has blue balls. I've got to give him credit though, most men would have blown a gasket by now.
At this point, he's pretty much done with his story too. I look at him with a feigned look of innocence. "Feel all clean now?"
He sighs heavier than usual. "Quite the opposite actually." Then, it's almost like a lightbulb goes off over his head. He gets a wicked grin on his face and grabs the wash rag, rinsing it out, and puts new soap on it. While he's lathering it up, he says, "You know, this is a two way street. Your turn, love."
Oh..To be fair, I kinda asked for it, so I deserve the torture, but I doubt that I have the willpower to talk while getting a rub down. "Do I have to tell you stuff, too?"
"But of course. That's only fair. Dont worry, your story is much shorter than mine, so you won't suffer long."
Oh okay, what a wonderful way to think about it. While I'm thinking, Cam starts with my arms, down at the finger tips. Oh this jerk. He's going to draw it out as long as he can. I try to collect my thoughts and start telling him about my likes, dislikes, and important parts of my life.
At my likes, he works his way down my arms, slow and steady until he reaches my chest. Hesitating for only a moment, he moves down and slowly rubs lather over my breasts in smooth circles. He gets mean though. He takes advantage and pinches each nipple before he continues. When I yelp and squirm, he laughs at me.
when talking about my dislikes, he washes up each leg, slowly caressing along the way. When his hands reach my upper thighs, I'm getting to my actual life. His touch tickles and makes me shiver despite the hot water. Oh he's SO going to get it later!
When he finally starts on my naughty bits, his touch is gentle and careful. I can tell he doesn't want to hurt me, or rush if I'm not ready. I keep talking, so he keeps washing. He scrubs in slow circles, over the lips and my core. He gently thumbs at it, gauging my reaction. My face is so hot, I'm sure I'm bright red. This is so agonizing! I know I have to be fair and let him have his turn, but much longer and I'm going to explode!
I keep talking, though it's coming out closer to a husky whimper at this point. Cam rubs circles around my center, leaning forward to kiss my neck. As he kisses up and down, he starts rubbing a little faster, a little harder. Right when I can't take any more, I grab his hand and whimper "Cam, please..."
He smiles wickedly at me and removes his hand. "Are you ready to get out now?"
All I can do is nod.