Robyn
I stood up, and he used his hands to turn me around. I braced myself, expecting that he would enter me hard and fast, because that was Jack. He was intense, sometimes rough.
Surprisingly, I found I liked it rough. As long as it was Jack. I spread my legs as far as the tub allowed to welcome him.
But he didn’t penetrate me the way I expected. Instead, his hands slid across my body, and the scent of his body wash hit my nostrils, warm, spicy and masculine. The suds made my skin slick beneath his hands, as he worked slowly over every inch of me. His hands wrapped around my neck, added just a little pressure, making me gasp before they slid lower. He ran his hands over and around my breasts, massaging them gently before his hands slid lower. He dipped his finger in my belly button, di
