When they returned to the hotel, Sully gave Michaela some time alone in the bath to wash her hair. He slipped downstairs to the concierge and arranged a trip to the opera that was in town for tomorrow. He knew how much she enjoyed going and he had enjoyed going with her. Then when he returned he made his way to the bath. She had washed her hair and bathed herself. Michaela had gently washed over her skin. Lost in thought about all the changes in her life, she noticed that even her own touch felt different to her.
Now she was simply enjoying the pleasantly hot water that surrounded her body. Kneeling beside her, he kissed her neck, and his hands caressed down her arms. Michaela smiled, she playfully teased him, "Sully, you haven't had a bath yet, do you expect me to take another. He smiled and kissed her cheek, "Well I wouldn't mind if you stayed." He kissed her cheek again and stood up, removing his shirt. Smiling to herself she stood as he finished removing his buckskins. Water flowed over her skin and fell from her body. He was confused about her leaving the tub but the sight of her body aroused him greatly. She stepped over the edge of the tub with her back to him. Her long hair covered her breast and the drops of water rolled down her body. Picking up the towel she had placed near the tub she softly ran it over herself as she looked at her own body. Hanging the towel up, she grabbed the silk robe she had placed beside the tub and slid it onto her body. Pulling the sides together she tied it together. Michaela turned towards him smiling, and after seeing his aroused state, she blushed and softly said, "sorry." What had started out as an idea to stay and bathe him herself, now made her slightly nervous that she had disappointed him. "I was….. I wanted….." somehow she couldn't express her own desire to rub her hands over his body. Although slightly disappointed she would not be in the tub with him, when he heard the word "wanted" he smiled a little. What did she want?
This was something he had hoped for, her own desires to be met. He had certainly fulfilled them earlier after taking his own liberties with his wants, his needs. He stepped closer and smiling he asked, " You wanted what?" Now she was embarrassed, but she found her desires had won out over her shyness. " I wanted to bathe you." She stared into his eyes with passion. Keeping contact with her eyes, Sully slowly stepped into the tub and sat down, he grabbed the rose scented soap and held it out to her. She stepped forward and took it from him. She walked around the back of the tub and took the chair from the dressing table.
Sitting down, she softly spoke against his ear, "Lean forward a little, please." He did as she asked. Then she dipped her hand down in the water and cupping a small amount, she raised it up and tilted her hand. The water trickled down against his back. She dipped the soap into the water and rubbed it over him, eventually lathering her hands full of soap. He had a strong muscular back, and she pressed firmly into his muscles. She wanted to start with his shoulders, but she couldn't help simultaneously running her hands down the "v" shape that was so defined by his lower back. He felt good,he was strong and she could feel the built up tension in his muscles. Her thumbs pressed into his muscles as her hands grasped his sides, slowly relieving the tension that she found. It felt good, Sully had not expected her to be so diligent with his muscles but she was, and he began to realize that people didn't always need to be sick to benefit from her knowledge of the human body.
He enjoyed the massage very much and she moved on to the middle of his back working away the tension. Finally she came to his shoulders, and she grasped them and let her thumbs work out the small knots that had formed. As she pressed into him the small amount of pain that came from massaging away his tension only served as a catalyst for his desire. Lathering the soap again, now her hands ran over his muscles with soft caresses as she washed his entire back and rinsed it with gentle handfuls of water. She leaned forward and kissed his back just above his shoulder blade. He was becoming increasingly aroused. He turned his head slightly to the side she had kissed him on, wanting to at least see her, but her hand had slid under his arm and around to his chest and now he looked down at her fingers slowly caressing over him. He gasped a little and watched with anticipation as she stroked closer and closer to his center. Her other hand slid across his shoulder and she rubbed over him softly. His chest was firm and she caressed over his nipples and her hand ran straight down the center of his body. Then her hands faded back behind him and he was left wanting.
As his head hung down weak with desire, he saw her in his peripheral vision, and he slowly looked up. The heat between them was undeniable and she looked into his eyes with burning desire. He had no thought of continuing his bath, no matter how good it felt. Standing up he stepped quickly over the tub and took her in his arms. She could feel his manhood against her and the water from his body soaked into her silk robe, making it translucent. He pulled away, feverishly kissing her throat, kissing down her neck, and flattening his tongue against her nipples as he caressed her through the wet silk. He bent and kissed her stomach, directly contacting her skin repeatedly through the open part of her robe. Then he stood up against her and grabbing her legs he lifted her to him, kissing her hard.
She wrapped her legs around him and he walked towards the bedroom, but it was too far for his needs, too far for their needs. Michaela felt passionately inflamed, she had never needed him so much, never wanted him so much. His hands firmly holding her thighs, she felt the wall against her back and he pressed into her. He thrust into her slowly, but with firm intensity. They looked into each other's eyes and their lips passionately crashed into each other. Finally pulling back he kissed her neck again, sucking gently on her skin. Then he pulled back and she held him tight. He increased his thrusting and the thud of the wall reminded them both of how spontaneous this had all been. It only served to arouse them more as the thoughts of urgency filled them. They both gasped and moaned and Michaela realized that she was going to come to completion very quickly in this position, it only made their conclusion more immediate. Coming over the edge of desire, her pleasure was very direct, her thoughts were completely blank with complete pleasures, and she cried out and held to him tighter. He came with her and his own voice echoed within the walls.
Lowering her to the ground, he sank to his knees and pressed into her. His head was resting against her stomach as he breathed her in. She breathed heavily and put her hand in his hair, the other falling to her side, as she stared at the tub where this had all started. He gathered himself, and kissing against her stomach again, he reached up and untied the wet silk robe. Standing, he pushed it off her shoulders and away from her as she pushed away from the wall. He lifted her with his arm against her back and his other arm under her legs. He kissed her and walked to the bed. Laying her down, he gently moved in beside her. He held her close and gently caressed over her. His gentle kisses against her back felt so pleasant, and her hand moved to his, interlocking their fingers, with their hands against her abdomen.
This had been a different kind of ever so easy, she had never been so desperate for him, but it was just as meaningful to her, and she lay in his arms completely at peace with all the fears she had about the intensity of their relationship, she was finally able to realize that she wanted his affections just as much as he wanted hers. She realized that he only wanted to share their love, to please her greatly, and that what they shared was possibly so strong that they were both searching for answers. She smiled because of the warmth he provided, physically and emotionally. The barriers that had kept them apart for so long were now nonexistent and that made her very happy.
When she woke the next day she was still in his arms and she lay there happy to be at peace. Soon he woke too, and she felt his lips against her back, against her neck and his hands rubbed her arms. Michaela sighed, she was content to stay in his arms all day, but she had promised the children presents. Sully was concerned that maybe he had been a little too forceful with their previous night's pleasures. He whispered in her ear, "How do you feel?" She replied, " I feel better than ever." He released her a little so she could turn to him. "You're not sore?" She smiled, "Maybe a little sensitive but I feel very pleased." He smiled and gently kissed her. " What do you want to do today?" She looked at him, "Can we go to the shops today? I promised the children I would bring them something." He smiled, "We can do whatever you want to do today." He caressed her skin and kissed her lips. Then he pulled away and got out of bed. She followed him and they got dressed. Walking into the bathroom, Sully picked up her silk robe and hung it up so it would dry. Last night had been amazing and he wanted to give her some time, but he hoped that tonight would be just as good.