Celsie watched Benne curiously as he straightened up, wondering what he planned to do to her. Her imagination made her toes curl, and her face flushed beautifully, making Benne who was equally looking at her chuckle as he shook his head as he went to pick up a bubble bath, and poured it into the jacuzzi.
“You could have done that while filling the tub,” Celsie pointed out.
“You could have pointed that out while I was filling the tub,” Benne countered as he rapidly ran his fingers through the water to increase the suds. Once he was satisfied, he straightened up once again.
“It’s time to get you out of that dress,” Benne said as he walked over to the toilet seat where she was still seated with a mischievous smile on his face.
“Hands up,” he said, and just as she raised her hands, he bent down, and as he raised the dress up to the level of her head, covering her face, he lowered his lips to her boobs and flicked his tongue over her nipple.
Celsie gasped involuntarily, startled by the sudden move, and then she giggled as she tried to drop her hands but Benne held her in place, “You’re interrupting me.”
“You said you wanted to take off my dress not harass me.”
“Of course, I’m taking off your dress. I was just saying hello to my babies,” Benne assured her with a wink as he pulled off her dress, leaving her in just black lace pants.
“So if they’re your babies, what am I?” Celsie asked, cocking her head to one side.
“Are you jealous of your own boobs?” Benne asked in amusement.
“What am I?” Celsie insisted stubbornly.
“Fine. You are my princess.”
Celsie shook her head, “No. My father calls me princess. I want another name.”
“Why can’t you be my princess just because your father calls you that? I used to call you princess even before your family got here,” Benne pointed out.
“I don’t want a name that anyone else calls me,” Celsie explained.
“What about Babe?”
“Too common. I’m sure half the world population calls their partners that. Even Bryan and Sonia call themselves that,” Celsie said, and Benne sighed. This lady was a handful.
“Alright. Why don’t I sleep on it and come up with a unique endearment that suits you?” Benne asked, and Celsie nodded.
“That works.”
Benne looked at her amused, “You must be comfortable around me now for you to be holding a conversation with me while you’re in this state. I like that,” Benne said in a teasing tone as he reached out to touch a nipple, and he chuckled when she raised her hands to cover her boobs dramatically.
“Don’t you think it’s a little too late for that now, considering that I know every inch of your body?” Benne asked as he extended his hand to her and pulled her up, before reaching for her waist to take off her panties.
He slowly slid it down her thighs while holding her gaze, making sure his fingers brushed her skin, and once the panties got to her knees, he let her raise her legs to drop it, while he slid his hands between her thighs, making her suck in a breath.
“Let’s get you in,” Benne said, wanting to lift her and place her inside the jacuzzi, but Celsie stepped to the side.
“I should first undress you,” Celsie reminded him and Benne shrugged, giving her the go-ahead to do as she pleased.
Benne watched as mischief crept into Celsie’s eyes when she smiled at him and stepped forward. Curious to see what she intended to do, Benne folded both hands in front of him as he watched her.
Once Celsie stopped in front of him, she passed both hands around him and grabbed his butt, surprising Benne who laughed out, “What are you doing?”
“I’ve been wanting to grab your butt for some time now,” Celsie said as she squeezed softly, and laughed even more as he shook his head at her.
“You have all the time in the world to grab my butt, but you do realize that it is getting late, and if you plan on getting any sleep before dawn, it is best we finish quickly and go to bed?” Benne asked, and Celsie sighed.
“There are people everywhere. This is the only time I get to be with you like this until God knows when,” she complained sadly.
“Yeah. I understand, and I also feel terrible about this. We were supposed to spend the weekend alone, now we have a full house,” Benne said as he raised a hand to her face and caressed her cheek.
“I know it’s not your fault, but it’s just frustrating,” Celsie said with a sigh as she embraced him and rested her head on his chest, while Benne caressed her back.
“Do you know that you’re still naked and I’m still dressed?” Benne asked after a couple of seconds when he could no longer ignore the feel of her nipples pressed against his bare skin. Celsie giggled and pulled away from him.
“Why do I feel like you’re stalling because you don’t want to get into the water? It’s getting cool now,” Benne said after he bent forward and dipped his hand into the water.
“I’m stalling because once we are done bathing, we are likely going to to go bed and not have time to talk like this,” Celsie said with a pout.
“I promise to make out time to be with you during the day. Just the both of us,” Benne assured her, and she gave him a nod.
“Alright. Let’s bathe then,” she said as she reached for his belt, and once she unbuckled it, unzipped his trousers, and slid it down his waist until crumpled on his feet. Benne stepped out of the trouser and Celsie picked it up and hung it on the railing where he had left her dress.
Benne watched a blush stain her cheek when she faced him again, to take off his boxers, “I will take it off myself,” Benne offered and reached for the waistband of his boxers, but Celsie shook her head as she quickly took hold of it, and pulled it down without really looking at his cock even though she wanted to.
Benne said nothing as he stepped out from his boxers and allowed her to pick it up, while his erect cock stood between them.
How could he not be embarrassed? How many ladies had he been with to be so free with her? She remembered that he had said he dated three ladies before her, but the relationships were not serious. Did he sleep with all three of them? Did he sleep with Anita? Had he perhaps been with other ladies aside from those three he dated? Why was she thinking about this now? And why did it feel like the thought of it was making her jealous?
“What are you thinking about?” Benne who had been observing her asked, and she quickly shook her head.
“It’s nothing. Let’s get in,” she said with a forced smile as she stepped into the round jacuzzi, and Benne followed suit while still watching her.
Benne lowered himself into the water which stopped slightly above his knee and sat down, while Celsie did the same, resting her back against him. Sitting down, the water stopped at Celsie’s shoulder blade, while it stopped at Benne’s chest.
“What is wrong?” He asked knowing that something had affected her mood just now.
“It’s nothing. I just thought of something unpleasant, that’s all,” she assured him as she snuggled closer to him while Benne’s hands went to her shoulders to massage her.
“And you don’t want to tell me what you thought of?” He asked curiously as he packed her hair to one side, and started to massage her shoulders.
“There’s nothing to tell,” Celsie said with a soft moan as she packed her hair to the front of her collar bone, and bent her head to the side to give him more access to her shoulder.
“Then should I assume that I said something wrong? Or is it something I did that brought the unpleasant thought?” He asked again, and Celsie sighed.
“This will probably sound stupid to you…” Celsie started, already feeling stupid to be voicing out her thoughts.
“I doubt there is something you could say or do that will sound or look stupid to me. I will always try to make sense of your words and actions even when it doesn’t make sense to you,” Benne said, kissing the back of her ear softly.
Celsie moaned softly, “Should I go on and tell you what I thought about, or do you want us to do something else?” She asked, and Benne smiled.
“Okay, go on and tell me,” Benne said as his hands moved from her shoulders beneath her underarms which were under the water, and he cupped her breasts, “Don’t worry, I know your nipples are sensitive, I won’t touch them until you’re done speaking,” Benne rushed to assure her, and Celsie cleared her throat.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.