NEW CHAPTER NOW! where we find out what "taking a bath" means in Huddy world (M-rated chapter ahead! - lol)

I hope you'll enjoy it...

** CHAPTER 14 **

The sound of the flowing water had stopped and Cuddy entered her bedroom a little excited to discover what House had set up for her. She stood at her door and turned her head to her right. There, lying on her bed she saw his cane alongside his leather jacket. At the sight of it, she felt a twinge tickling her womb. The bathroom was across the room just facing her bed. The door was ajar and steam was spreading from the inside out, leaving a misty cloud in front of the entry. She walked toward it and called gently:

"House, are you in there?"

Instantly, his head popped out of the steamy room, the rest of his body hidden behind the doorframe. He beamed at her, suddenly caught her hand in his and yanked her inside. She fell into his arms, placing her hands in front of her to meet his chest.

"You're not wearing any clothes!" she exclaimed, feeling his bare skin under her fingers.

"Yeah, I know I totally lack originality, here, but I figured it would be much more convenient to be naked if I wanted to have a bath."

She smiled and caressed his chest with her palms, leaning forwards to rub her nose against his pecs, inhaling his intoxicating, musky body scent. She sighed voluptuously and rested her cheek against his torso, facing the bathtub. Her mouth dropped open when her eyes registered the mess in front of her: there were soap bubbles everywhere and all over, extending beyond the tub in thick foam. She couldn't repress a giggle.

"Oh my God! You poured the entire bottle in it, didn't you?"

"Oops, sorry! I think I just couldn't help it" he said with a fake guilty look.

She felt suddenly overwhelmed and guilty herself, but for real. When he had walked to her bathroom saying he wanted her to take a bath, she had immediately realized the implied comment about the previous night's misunderstanding. And she'd felt terrible. Unconsciously, she squeezed him tighter and cuddled herself in closer. She buried her face in his chest and whispered:

"House, you know last night I didn't know-"

"Tssk. Don't mention it," he interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

She lifted up her face and caught a fleeting glimpse of pain in his eyes, which soon faded when he added: "Now you're here. We're here. And the water's getting cold. So just take those clothes off and join me in that awesome bubble bath pronto!"

He let go of his embrace and carefully entered in the hot water. He sat down opposite the faucets and stretched his legs, leaning his back against the tub and sighing in bliss: "Mmm, now you don't want to miss that! Temperature's just perfect."

She looked at him and grinned.

"Come on, hurry!" he ordered. "I want you to get your pretty little tush in here!"

Without being asked twice, she bent and took off her socks. She felt his eyes on her, studying her every movement while she got undressed. She grabbed her cardigan and tee-shirt and slid them over her head. She glanced at him and caught him with his head tilted to the side, his eyes narrowed in a deeply focused attitude as he was unconsciously biting his thumb nail, mesmerized by the vision of her half-naked body she was displaying.

"You like that, don't you?" she said, aware of his craving eyes on her but undeniably enjoying the feeling nonetheless.

"Get rid of the lower part and I'll give you my answer," he replied, waggling his eyebrows knowingly.

She rolled her eyes, beaming, and in one quick motion she slid both pants and panties down to her ankles. She stepped over the heap of clothes and came close to the tub.

"Move!" she commanded, testing the water with her toes.

He sat up straight and made room for her in the tub. She lowered herself down into the warm bubble bath and sat, facing him, rolling herself into a ball in the opposite corner. As she wrapped her arms around her legs to leave him as much space as she could, he looked at her with wide eyes and seized her by the arm to pull her to him.

"Are you kidding me? There's no purpose in doing this if you're sitting a mile away from me," he said disapprovingly, while he motioned her to turn her back to him and lean against him.

"But your leg?" she inquired worriedly.

"Don't play the doctor with me. My leg's fine. Now come here and relax!"

She complied and let him guide her between his legs, leaning back to rest against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed each of his forearms crossed atop her hips. Feeling the warmth of the water caressing her skin, she completely loosened up and tilted the back of her head on his collarbone, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply.

"You're right," she said with a sigh. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world."

After a perfect, quiet moment while they both almost drift off in each other's arms, House grabbed a sponge on the edge of the tub and infused it with soap. Gently, he brushed her shoulders with it before trailing lower and drawing lather circles on her skin, teasingly insisting on her most ticklish parts. She wiggled in the water, each of her movement arousing his desire as she unconsciously rubbed the small of her back against his lower abdomen. She splashed water at his face and he covered hers with foam, sculpting a beard on her chin and they giggled like two carefree children until they went quiet again, aware of their nude body entangled in the water. He placed the sponge back on the tub's edge and enfolded her closer to his chest.

She felt his lips brush the top of her shoulder and she stretched her neck to the opposite side. Soon, he started kissing her behind the ear and along her pulse point, while his hands starting fondling her streaming skin from her shoulder to the top of her breast. She moaned and pushed with her feet against the tub to rise up between his legs. His other hand slid from her hip to her groin and she imperceptibly arched up, biting her bottom lip and covering his hand with hers. She tangled her fingers with his and guided his hand lower between her thighs, slightly spreading her legs to let him reach her core.

When his hand brushed her slit, with hers still on top, she surrendered to his caress. His fingers gently parted her labia and he began to stroke her clit in slow, round motions. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, sending pleasuring spasms to her womb and causing her to moan.

"Mmm, yes," she pleaded yearningly, lifting her free hand over his shoulder and winding her arm around his neck.

The water was deliciously warm and it made her feel light in the tub, as she floated against him in orange blossom perfumed bubbles of soap. Perfect stillness, warmth, delightful scents, everything was an invitation to leisureliness and lust and she was more than willing to give herself in to it. Soon, she made him stroke faster and harder, guiding his hand deeper between her legs, her toes curling up on the edge of the tub as an exquisite wave of fulfilled desire was irrepressibly rising inside her. The movements of his finger on her clit was already making her shudder, but he intended to increase her pleasure and pushed his middle finger inside the part of her that was undoubtedly aching for his touch. She gasped loudly at the sensation and bucked her hips, finding a perfect angle for him to slide deeper inside her. Strongly tightening her grip around his neck, she could feel his hard erection pressing against the small of her back, telling her that he was enjoying this as much as she was.

"Oh God, yes, yes..." she moaned louder, sucking on her bottom lip.

Overwhelmed, she closed her thighs on their intertwined hands, imprisoning him inside her as she felt the quivering wave of her first orgasm slowly rising inside her. When the last spasm invaded her core, making her back tense up along his chest, she gently motioned him to stop moving. All her muscles finally relaxed and she turned around in the tub to face him, aligning her body with his in the water and propping herself up with her hands astride his chest. He stretched his legs beneath her to welcome her on top of him. She leaned toward his face, took his mouth with a quick, thirsty kiss and then hopped off of the bathtub. He stared at her in awe from his spot in the tub, unconsciously enveloping his shaft with his hand and stroking its length, unapologetically flaunting the power she indisputably had on him to her. Her body dripping with foaming water, she looked at him with greedy eyes and teased:

"C'mon House, get your ass outta there before you become all washed out and useless!"

He looked at her and rolled his eyes in fake indignation.

"What? So this is just about sex!" he teased back, referring to her earlier comment.

"Shut up and get out of the bathtub!" she said, grabbing a towel.

He stepped out the tub and she handed him the towel. He dried himself quickly and then came close to her. Facing him, she leaned against the cabinet behind her. They locked eyes and without a word he lifted up the towel and started drying her by gently sweeping her arms with it, one after the other. Then he put the corner of the towel against her chest and softly brushed her breasts with the fluffy cotton fabric. Still staring in her eyes, he went down to her belly and patted the towel on her hips. She sent him a longing stare and turned around, leaning slightly down and offering him her back.

House gently rubbed the towel along her back starting with her shoulder blades, and tracing a line down her spine. She arched, following his movement and rubbed her ass against his hips. Sucking in a sharp breath, he instantly moved closer and wrapped his arm around her, placing his hand flat on her midriff and pulling her into him demandingly. She tilted her head back against his shoulder and he caught their reflection in the mirror that was hanging above the washbasin. The image was gripping. She was so enthralled, standing there, bare-chested in front of him. She felt his eyes on her and through the mirrored reflection she locked her gaze with his again.

House let the towel drop on the floor at his feet and raised his hand to her neck. Without letting go of the reflection of her eyes on him, he fondled the line of her larynx down to her collarbones and up to her chin then, he gently seized her jaw and tilted her head to the side until their mouths could meet. Both riveted to their appealing image reflected by the mirror, they started kissing sensually.

She could feel his erection pressed against her lower back and, impatiently, she opened her thighs for him before reaching out to take his hand in hers and guiding it to her clit. He stroked her leisurely a few times but soon freed his hand from hers and, skirting her hips, grabbed his cock in his hand. In one slow and voluptuous thrust, he guided himself deep inside her.

She held her breath and her jaw went slack when his shaft finally slid into her and filled her to the hilt, sending quivering waves inside her belly. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her against him. Her back against his chest, they both leaned forward and he slowly moved in and out of her, his hands caressing her midriff and breasts while hers grabbed the edge of the basin for leverage. Leaning down over her, he greedily bit her shoulder and shot a quick glance at the mirror to spy on her reaction. Cuddy tipped her head back, stretching her neck and gasped out his name. She turned her face to the side and kissed him softly at first, then more avidly and voraciously. He clasped her hips firmly and began to shove faster and deeper inside her, his hard cock pumping in and out of her, deliciously rubbing her tight, glistening walls, eliciting incredible pleasuring sensations into both of their sweating bodies. Carried away by the shameless, intoxicating rhythm of their sexual dance, she started panting underneath him as he, in turn, recognized the signs of his imminent release that started pervading his whole body.

Without a warning, he pulled out of her and promptly turned her around to face him. Meeting his craving gaze, she widened her eyes in wondrous excitement and promptly adjusted herself to her new position. Diving in to kiss her, he seized one of her thighs and raised it up, making her sit on the edge of the basin. And then, in one hard and powerful shove forward, he made his way back inside her. She held his shoulders and clung on to him, capturing him inside her and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Despite him standing up, for another minute or two, he fucked her hard, high on the energy and passion she was breathing inside him with her perfect body, and the way she was responding to his feel inside her. Each one of his hard thrust inside her made her gasp and shiver, until he could no longer take it and he surrendered to his orgasm, gripping her tight and clenching his jaw, as he climaxed, spurting his semen inside her burning core. She came right after him, her sex tightening around his shaft in pulsing waves that almost did him in. His head fell loosely backward and she bent to his neck, smothering him with kisses, greedily nibbling his flesh and silently screaming with this so spontaneous impulse all the words she didn't dare to speak yet.

A/N

Hi everyone!

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR ENTHUSIASTIC AND INVOLVED COMMENTS...

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have a nice day! ~ maya

ps: just one thing, if I may add... I'm French. I write this story in a language that is not mine. So I try, as much as I can to pay attention to my mistakes and to my typos before I post. But I know there're still undoubtedly many I don't see... So please, be lenient! LOL