"The woman I sat next to on the flight." Damien smiled at his wife. "Do you want me to talk about another woman or get in the tub?"
"Get those pants off and hop in, stud," Abigail moaned.
Damien ripped off his jeans, throwing them back into their bedroom, followed by his black briefs. Abigail's blue eyes sparkled in the candle light. She licked her lips as he strolled to the tub. Steam rose off the water. He sighed as he sank into the warmth across from her.
Abigail's leg dived under water, her foot sliding up his thigh to his cock. The fatigue of the hunt washed away from Damien as her foot caressed his dick. He sighed, leaning back his head as her foot stroked his shaft, her toes caressing the tip.
"You know how to spoil me," Damien sighed.
"Oh, you are going to spoil me," she purred. "Two weeks visiting Mom in the hospital ... I need to be pampered."
"Oh? What kind of pampering were you think of?"
Her foot stroked faster. His cock throbbed hard beneath the warm water. "The kind only your lips can give me."
Damien seized her foot rubbing at his cock. He pulled it out of the water. Her toes were small and dainty. He brought them to his lips. His tongue twirled around the tip. A shudder ran down Abigail's leg and she let out a low sigh as he teased her.
His thumbs massaged the soles of her feet as he nibbled on her warm toes. He enjoyed pampering and loving his wife. After a hunt, it was wonderful to treat her like a lady. She could relax and shed her strength in the safety of their bedroom.
"I missed this," Abigail sighed. "No one gives me foot massages back in our hometown."
"Good to hear," Damien smiled as he let go of her foot and searched her other one. He pulled it out of the water. "I'd be very concerned if anyone was giving you my kind of foot massages."
"Yes, my trip wasn't nearly as exciting as yours." Her smile grew mischievous. "How beautiful was she?"
"Very," Damien admitted, his thumbs digging into the soles of her feet. "In a business suit with a tight skirt. She even gave me her card. Wanted me to give her a booty call."
Abigail laughed.
"What?"
"You don't need to embellish. I know you're a handsome man, but really, you're not that handsome."
"Are you sure?" Damien asked. "My charms seduced you."
"Oh, you are a hunk," she sighed as Damien nibbled on her toes, "but you're not 'ask a stranger to go back to your hotel and bang you hot.' But you are close."
"Thanks."
She giggled as he lowered her feet. "Mmm, but you're more than hunky enough for me. Now, if she'd seen you in action, she'd have her panties around her ankles begging to be bedded."
The water rippled as Damien moved across the bath to her. His arms went around her as he settled between her spread thighs. Her body undulated, pressing against his beneath the water. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him down to her lips.
"So that's why you don't want us working with any female hunters."
"Uh-huh," Abigail moaned before her lips found his. "I get jealous."
Damien moaned into the kiss. Her lips were soft against his. Her body undulated beneath the water. Her nipples were hard on his chest. Her arms tightened around his neck, holding him tight to her lips. Her tongue caressed his. His blood boiled. His hands roamed her body, stroking her sides down to her ass. Her kiss grew sweeter as his finger ran across her body.
"Damn, I missed this," Abigail moaned when she broke the kiss. "Next time, you're coming with me to care for my mom."
"And miss out killing a vampire named Spyke."
"Like from Buffy?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
"With a Y not an I."
"You're kidding?" Abigail laughed. "Don't distract me. I am horny, and you are not killing the mood with talk of ridiculous vampire names."
"Deal," Damien agreed before his lips sucked at her neck.