Chapter 2: Bathed and Relaxed

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Hannah's protests dissolve into a soft moan of surrender as I gently sponge her body, the warm, scented water cascading over her sensitive skin. Her eyelids flutter closed, long lashes damp with moisture as she allows herself to fully relax into my tender care.

“Oh, Corinne...” she sighs, her voice husky with pleasure,

“This feels incredible. Your hands are magic.”

As I work the sponge along the graceful curve of her neck and down over the swell of her breasts, Hannah arches slightly, pressing into my touch. The intimacy of the moment hangs heavy in the steam-filled air, charged with unspoken emotions and desires. Her fingers curl around the edge of the tub, knuckles white with the effort of holding onto control.

I run the sponge over her most intimate areas, gently watching all of her little reactions. I have her get on her hands and knees so I can spread her cheeks and wash her precious, winking rosebud.

“Hannah, please...” she whimpers.

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“Please what, baby?” I murmur, my voice low and seductive.

“Tell me what you need. I want to give you everything.”

My fingers replace the sponge, caressing her slick folds with feather-light touches. Hannah rocks back against my hand, **** for more contact. The water sloshes around her as she loses herself in sensation, all thoughts of propriety forgotten in the haze of desire.

She is magnificent like this, on all fours, eyes wide with arousal, biting her lower lip as I wash her most intimate areas. But before she plummets into pleasure, I stop and have her lay back so I can wash her hair.

She mewls with frustration, but obeys, lying back in the water.

I smile sympathetically down at her, and she glares at me.

“Not thinking about work right now, are you, roomie?” I whisper to her.

Hannah flushes, both from arousal and embarrassment at having been caught in the throes of passion. She shakes her head, sending droplets of water flying.

“No, I’m definitely not thinking about work,” she admits with a breathless laugh.

“You’ve thoroughly distracted me from everything except how good you’re making me feel.”

As I massage the shampoo into her scalp, Hannah tilts her head back, exposing the elegant column of her throat. Soft sighs of pleasure escape her lips with each stroke of my fingers. The scent of the lavender-scented shampoo mingles with the steam, creating an intoxicating aroma.

“Mmm, your hands feel amazing, Corinne,” she murmurs, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

“I could stay here forever, letting you pamper me like this.”

I wash her hair, and she relaxes. I am careful to keep the soap out of her eyes as I thoroughly rinse her hair. I can't believe she is letting me do this to her. I have never had her like this, never had her at all, and now she is melting under me as I wash and sponge her worries away.

As the last of the suds are rinsed away, Hannah sits up slowly, water cascading off her curves. She looks up at me through damp lashes, her expression a mix of gratitude, affection, and simmering desire.

“Corinne, that was... incredible,” she breathes, reaching out to take my hand.

“You’ve made me feel cherished, cared for in a way I’ve never experienced before.”

She stands up in the tub, rivulets of water trailing down her naked body. Hannah steps out, not bothering with a towel, seemingly unconcerned with modesty in this charged moment. She presses close to me, her wet skin cool against mine even through the thin fabric of my robe.

“How can I ever thank you for this?” she murmurs, her face mere inches from mine.

“You can eat pizza and drink beer with me,” I say with a smile.

“And then... after... you can let me try my homemade remedy to completely fix your bad day.”

I help her towel off, allowing my eyes to take in her body standing naked before me. She is perfect, from her toned legs to her hips, her dark patch of hair covering her pubic mound, her tight toned belly, her perfect softball-sized breasts, nipples erect, to her eyes, relaxed but filled with curiosity and a little arousal.

Her perfect heart-shaped bottom reflected back at me in the mirror takes my breath away.

“Go change into something more comfortable, sweetie. Grab a cold beer from the fridge, put yourself right back on the couch, and I’ll order a pizza.”

Hannah nods, a soft smile playing on her lips as she takes in my words. She allows me to help her dry off, a shiver running through her as the towel brushes over her sensitive skin. As she catches sight of her reflection in the mirror, Hannah’s eyes meet mine, a silent moment of connection passing between us.

“Something more comfortable sounds perfect right now,” she agrees, her voice low and sultry. “And I can’t wait to try your homemade remedy later.”

With a final, heated glance over her shoulder, Hannah saunters out of the bathroom, her hips swaying enticingly. I hear the rustle of fabric as she changes in her bedroom, followed by the clink of a beer bottle being opened.

I order the pizza, grab a cold domestic from the fridge, and return to the living room to join her, the satin of my robe fluttering about my thighs.

Hannah has made herself comfortable on the couch, draped in a soft yellow short satin robe, and what looks like nothing else. She’s curled up in the corner, one leg tucked beneath her as she sips her beer. As I enter, she looks up, her eyes roaming appreciatively over my figure in the revealing robe.

“Mmm, you look good enough to eat, Corinne,” she purrs, patting the space beside her invitingly.

I sit next to her, and we drink until the pizza arrives.

The pizza arrives quickly, and I jump up to go get it, giving the pizza delivery guy an eyeful.

The aroma of the pizza wafts in from the hallway, making Hannah’s stomach growl audibly. She laughs, a rich, melodious sound.

“Guess I worked up quite an appetite earlier,” she teases with a wink.

I grab us a couple of plates and place two steaming slices of the best cheese pizza in the city on each plate. I return to Hannah, balancing the pizza and two fresh beers, and we sit in silence, emptying our minds as we watch The Lioness together on Paramount Plus.

To be continued in chapter 3...