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She turned on the tap, manipulated the knobs to find the perfect tepid temperature, and continued to turn it another two degrees, as she knew he liked it hotter than most. She waited for the tub to fill up and walked over to Nas.
Nas didn’t not look up from his laptop as she walked in. He was consumed in his work as he had been since starting the new position.
She moved in slowly, inching closer and closer, and paused until his eyes met hers. She reached over and picked up his laptop, closed it and placed it on the sofa. He glanced at his phone and slightly tilted his head back.
She knew that look, knew it too well.
Distant. Distracted. Disengaged. As he had been for the last 5 months.
She lifted her slip dress slightly, revealing her scar. He ran his fingers over it gently, highlighting that he does not see it as a flaw but rather a piece of her past that made her as beautiful.
She began to move in, and straddled him. She ran her fingers along his arms and slipped her fingers under the sleeve of his shirt. She leaned in close, arched her back and whispered in his ear. “Come.”
She led him to the bathroom, turned off the tap. She reached for the bottom of his shirt and slowly pulled it up, over his head, allowing it to drop on the floor.
His once slumped shoulders now stood strong and flexed. He took pride in caring for himself.
They locked eyes. He looked at her strongly but with little desire. Hers-desperate yet soft.
As she reached for the waist tie, he shook his head ever so slightly, and grabbed her hands. Touch starved, she let him hold her hands. She longed to be held, and to be caressed. Ached to be inhaled again.
He inhaled deeply, and let out a sigh. He let her hands go.
She inched closer and stroked his midsection before placing her hands on his side and sliding his pajamas off. With a head nod, she gestured for him to climb into the tub.
She poured some Dr. Teals Spearmint and Eucalyptus Foaming Bath into the water. Nas allowed the water temperature to relax him and with every breath he sank deeper and deeper. She caressed the water, allowing the suds to work into a lather.
Dimming the lights, she reached in looking for his Achilles heel. Working her way up to the calves and making sure there was enough pressure applied to his soleus, she looked at his face for a reaction. His lips were parted, eyes closed and his chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
She became nervous as he has been non-responsive to her advances before. Steadfastly she moved up his thigh. He cleaned up the night before. The prickly stubs of hair brushed against the palm of her hand.
Suddenly, she could feel her chest pumping hard, so hard she thought it might have been visible to him. Suddenly she became self conscious and no longer met his gaze. Nervous, she allowed her hand to find his way to his manhood.
He kept his eyes closed. No objection. She gripped firmly and began to stroke it, long, tight, strokes. She focused and waited for it to get harder and harder until it was fully erect.
Suddenly, she heard him sit up, slashing water. He reached over and held the back of her neck firmly. “Yes, please.” she thought to herself. Without hesitation and with much frevor, he kissed her.
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