[Pt. 01] Warm Bath – Femdom

Literotic asexstories – [Pt. 01] Warm Bath – Femdom by QueenBeeWrites,QueenBeeWrites
His P.O.V~

From the depths of the heavy darkness, my eyes fluttered awake, a response to my ears having noticed a creeping sound.

I rubbed my eyes before I fully unbolted them, noticing the mild brightness uncovering the ceiling above me.

I rustled on the bed, stretching my body when another sound from the bathroom led my hand to rapidly turn on the lights and reach for the phone on the table beside my bed.

With the same haste as my hands, I stood tall with my phone in my hand, my eyes reading the timeline on the screen.

It was 1 am in the night and abruptly I realized it must be her who was making those sounds. That is how calmness took its path in me, yanking my mind and body from the alarming sound inside my head.

She always takes a bath before sleeping, so it was inevitable that she would come out and grasp me in her arms.

With my mind enlaced with the wishful moment and my skin aching for her touch, I considered sleeping back on the comfortable bed.

I desired calmness to surge through my nerves, thinking I’d let my aching heart slip away. But that turned into a lie as my ears noticed a tickling sound flowing out from the bathroom.

Enchanted as I felt, my feet moved on its own and suddenly my hands were unbolting the door of the bathroom.

My eyes sought to travel far and reach her, but the view only allowed her smooth legs to play with the milky water.

Her toes, like a smooth swan, were swooning on the water, her breaths echoing because of the silence inside those four walls.

I remained there, holding my heart thumping inside my chest, biting my lips so no loud breath would slip out.

My hands were fisted tightly, my toes curled on the cold ground. I even stood frozen as if I had lost my soul, yet her eyes found me.

Astonishment surged into my spine, prompting my body to flinch and stand even studier. For a second I lost my breath, as if I did not wish her to know I was a murderer.

“What are you doing? Should you not be asleep?” Her lips tenderly moved, her sweet tone corrupting the workings of my brain.

Then a smile appeared on her beautiful face and I was left with my body in the form of water.

“Come here!” She raised her palm in the air, a warm gesture, calling for my presence and hypnotized as anyone would be. I followed her command.

Warm but wet, her hand instantly took hold of mine and gracefully led my feet into the bathtub, her eyes warm just like the water soaking my legs kept following mine.

“Did I wake you up?” She questioned, welcoming my resting body in her arms, and I answered. “No. I just woke up on my own.”

“You don’t have to lie.” Her tone injected me with comfort and love, her hands petting my face against her chest, her legs parting ways for me.

“I’m sorry, I woke you up, honey bun!” she apologized into my ear, making me feel unpleasant. I did not find it very soothing when she uttered the words of apology.

“It’s alright.” Heavy at heart, I rested my chin on her chest, and smiled at her, wishing her not to feel sorry for me. “I’m glad I woke up.”

A warm smile appeared on her face, introducing me to the warmth of my heart as her lips paced to mine.

I felt her soft lips kiss me with tenderness, her hands grasping my face like a numbing but strong sensation. They were so hot, just like her lips, rubbing against my cheek and neck.

HER P.O.V

He melted under my touch in an instant, as if he hadn’t already melted with the warm water in the bathtub, his hands grasping my wrist with gentle strength.

He appeared so cute and innocent before my eyes, trying to hide his sleepy self along with my lack of awareness, that I could not help but eat his lips.

Like soft petals, his lips melted against mine, kissing me back with the same passion and desire.

“Turn around.” I parted my lips as the heat was surging through my cells. The heat of the warm water, his body, his innocence, and his beauty.

Obedient as ever, he swiftly sat with his back against my body, his hands taking a seat on the edges of the bathtub.

Watching his soaked clothes sticking to his sturdy body, my lips could not wait and dashed to nibble on his neck while my hands advanced from his chest to his abdomen.

Feeling the soaked white shirt stick to his body, a sensation of craving took birth in me and my hands forgot to tease him.

They directly moved to his shorts, feeling his hard crotch flinch against my skin.

“You’re so hard!” I whispered into his neck, just to get a reaction out of him, and heard him whimper like the softest melody, tilting his head to the side as if he was trying to hide his expression.

But he did not have to, I already could not see his lips, his eyes, or his cheeks and I wanted to look at him flush to my hands now slipping under his shorts.

“Oh, mommy!” He gasped as soon as my hands touched his bare cock, my fingers playing with him.

“Is this why you came inside?” I questioned as my own breaths were beginning to unsettle at the view of his heaving chest and puffing stomach, his dick pulsating in my hands.

“No-no!” He quickly denied with whimpers, grazing his body heavily against mine.

“But I think you did.” Gently rubbing his cock against my hands, I instigated, making him whimper even more.

I knew my words aroused him to the point where he looses himself and I never failed to use that trick.

“Look at you. Turned on so quickly.” I added, as with a quick pull I yanked his cock out of his shorts, making him twist a bit and hide his face in my neck.

“Mommy! I feel so hot!” He whimpered, his hand barely wrapping around my neck.

“Do you want me to cool you down?” I questioned as I softly teased the tip of his cock with my fingers, revealing the opening in the water.

I think the warm water was corrupting him more along with my touch.

“Mommy!” He whimpered again, not answering my question. But I understood he did want some coldness.

“Stand up.” Removing my hands from his cock, I stated and watched him slowly oblige my command.

He was standing up with his face against me, but could not even look at me, his hands holding his shorts on his thighs.

For a good minute, I left him standing there, with my eyes scanning his gorgeous body all dilly-dally with clothes, and my hands running all over my skin, because of that same view.

He was biting his lips, stealing the glances of my hands touching my skin, his eyes fluttering and not once looking into my eyes.

“Do you feel a bit cool now?” I questioned, regarding him to strive to control his heaving chest as he stuttered, “I still f-feel hot, Mommy!”

A smirk on my face also overjoyed my heart, and I turned the knob of the cold water beside me on the wall.

He watched all of it happening as well as when I made a cup of my hands and stored the cold water in them.

“This might help.” I stood up and poured it on his head, watching him gasp the little amount of water my hand could hold.

“This might not be sufficient, you need more.” I kept pouring and pouring until it had soaked his shirt with coldness and he was gasping with chills all over his skin.

“Remove your shorts. How long do you wish to keep holding it?” Turning off the knob, I stated, watching him nod and quickly reach for his shirt after he had removed his shorts and thrown them on the floor.

“Not your shirt.” His eyes landed on me at the quickest of speed, his lips uttering, “I- I feel cold, Mommy!”

“Did I pour too much water?” He nodded to my question in response, not expecting me to pull him back into the warm water.

END OF THE PART 1

—-Love, author! ❤️