Chapter 10: Turning the tables.

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He sat in the hot water and marveled at how good this felt, not the bath that he was pleasantly taking in, but the girl who sat behind him with her legs wrapped around his waist. She massaged his neck, chest and back with a soapy sponge, caressing his fur in a circular motion. Every now and then she would stop to just kiss and nibble at his ear or run her nails lightly up his stomach. Heaven couldn't possibly give him anything better. Leaning his head back to her shoulder, he slightly turned, kissing her cheek to show her how overly grateful he was.

She rested her head against his wet wavy hair and took in his overwhelming smell. His sent was strong and it just led her to continue her pleasing of him. She finished scrubbing him clean, but didn't want to get out just yet. She pushed his shoulders off her chest so she could get up.

Sitting up and projecting a clearly disappointed face to his lover; he had no idea what to expect. She stepped back into the bathtub, only this time she was facing him with her legs on either side. He watched in awe as she made his bath time a whole hell of a lot more interesting. Her sexy well toned legs slowly bent her down to straddle him in the tub. She was in just the right spot as he felt her press her hips tightly to him, the needing sensation back in him with a vengeance. Her hands ghosted their way up and down his flexing arms. She leaned down and taunted him as she slowly traced the tip of his ear with her tongue. He cried out and lifted his arms to stop the agony she was causing. She caught his wrists and pushed them down with force. He repetitively groaned and pleaded as she kept her tongue moving from his ear to his neck. She pulled her face away to view how he was holding up. His cheeks were flushed from all the heat and embarrassment he felt for letting her get to him so easily. His breathing was faster and more labored, and ironically, his lower half seemed to be "holding up" just fine.

He couldn't find tranquility for the life of him. Just as soon as his consciousness to reality would wake him from his trance she would knock him out again. He wanted to be the man, the one to take control, but so far she was the only one doing the manhandling. He felt so venerable, as he let her do as she wished, relaxing his arms to her hips. Her hands speedily moved to his abs and chest, slowly messaging the muscles and fur, causing every nerve ending to ball up and shake involuntarily.

Elana smiled at this. His quivering stomach gave her inspiration to keep going. She wanted to experiment a little lower on him to see how close she could get him. "This game is really fun… when you're the one dealing out the cards" she thought to herself. She then began toying with him… rolling her hips against him extra slow. A groan of pure erotic tension erupted from the deep confines of his chest. "Bingo", she continued to fluently move with a slightly faster rhythm. Two layers of clothing separating them. He began painting heavily, and every so often he would buck his hips to hers, trying to make the feeling last.

This was pure torment. He wanted her so badly, and what he didn't want was to settle for this, this, deep suffering she was causing. His hands tightened around her hips as she kept at her steady pace. He needed to get up, he needed to breath. His mind was reeling with this sexual pleasure, he tried to beg her to stop but the words came out in raspy huffs. "Elana… vwait… please…" his German accent thick throughout his chopped up words.

Elana looked to him, and smiled at the pure misery she had him in. His eyes told her just how exposed he truly was, and how much he was pleading with her. Sighing, she slowly stood up after planting another good passionate kiss on is lips and moved to sit at the other end of the bath. She watched him breath heavily as he gradually came back to Earth. Her eyes were transfixed to him, as they rolled hungrily over his body with her own selfish desires. She traced her sights from his beautifully angled face, which was covered in a mop of short shaggy wet hair, all the way down to the tail at the end of his blue sculpted form. Gaping at him from the other side of the bath just made her crave him so much more.

His eyes refocused on her, slowly recovering from his heated haze. "Ok, so the bath vwas a nice idea", he thought to himself, "amazing idea… but the bed sounds that much better." He stood from the bath and grabbed a towel to dry his soaked fur, and to cover his embarrassing dilemma. He turned back to her to find her eyes intently sizing him up. She blushed when he caught her staring. Snickering, he reached his hand out to her, and swiftly pulled her out of the water, hugging her body tightly to him.

His breath sweetly rolled down her now chilled neck, covered in small droplets of water. She shivered as the liquid on her skin sucked the heat from her body, causing her to pull herself closer to him.

He felt the short convulsions and goose bumps that followed as she held to him tightly. He pushed her away from him lightly so he could wrap her in the warm fluffy towel. She sighed as he hugged her close, not for the warmth, but for the soft fur of his chest that he held so close to her. He then pulled away from her again to face her longing expression. "Come on…" he voiced, pulling her hand she obediently followed him into his room. He led her toward the bed and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way.

She closed her eyes, taking in the strong sense of longing he had for her. Gently he laid her on to his bed, leaning close to her as he placed her down. She closed the empty space between them and encased his lips with hers in yet another attempt to satisfy her undying need for him. She could feel his smile form on his lips as she kissed him as ravenously as she could.

He pressed more of his weight to her, joining her atop the bed. His hands pressed against the mattress above her shoulders and he reached his mouth to hers, aching for more than just a taste. He felt her right leg hook around him and her hand grab for the nape of his neck, urging him to go on… but he froze. Thoughts of her, so beautiful, in his bed just made him over compensate his every touch to her, becoming critical of every move he made. All his insecurities rose to replace his newly found self confidence as he shakily looked her over.

She broke a kiss, sensing his distressed feelings. "Kurt?"

He faced her with the defeated look of weakness in his eyes. "I… I just…"

Smiling she kissed him again, only in a less erotic manner, more of an understanding. "Let's just sleep then Hu? I'm really tiered."

Kurt relaxed and rolled himself to the other side of her, watching her get up to get ready for bed. "How is it possible… that a girl like that could love me?"

Ok ok I know, short chapter. I'm sorry, I have an essay that has to get done tonight so I didn't really want to dive into the next day and end up leaving you hanging. So yea, even though it was short I'd still like to hear your reviews please! I wish I could find a way to post a picture on here because I have drawn Kurt and Elana out and they look awesome! XD Wellp, I guess I'll be back tomorrow! Peace out.