Zina POV
I slipped off my bathrobe and stepped into the warm, bubble-filled bathtub, hissing when the water touched my sensitive behind and thighs.
I leaned back against the side of the tub and sighed contently. The water only reached over half of my breasts, the rest being covered slightly by the bubbles.
The bathroom smelled of lavender and the water was just the right temperature.
"Are you ready for me," he asked gently, so as not to scare me by sneaking up.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him clad only in his boxers again. I bit my lips as I thought about what happened about two hours ago in this bathroom with us in the exact same attire or lack thereof.
"What do you mean," I asked in a confused but lazy tone. He dipped his thumbs into the band of his boxers
and pushed them down low enough that I could see the dark curls just above his member.
"I can't pamper you from out here. I have to be in there
with you to make sure I do a good job."
