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Of Thumbs and Bath houses (Phoebus and torridsoul)

He followed the same, familiar path, down the country road. There was nothing too eventful that happened, except for seeing another rider that attempted to race Baxter. He waved him off, the racer speeding off. Baxter was in too good of a mood to do something like that.

He helped you out of the carriage, once again, dashing off to open the door for you, and following you in. Amy was quite surprised to see the pair already, Baxter never coming before dusk. He paid, smiling gently, his arm now around your waist, holding you close. Amy was a bit put off by this, never seeing this much excitement from him.

"A bath, please!" He said with a smile, and a tip.
 
Belle noticed the woman, and how she seemed a bit affected by the change in your attitude. She supposed that anyone who'd had contact with Baxter since you arrived at your homestead would be bit shocked by the change. A bit of happiness had put a smile on your face, and it bugged her to see people put off by happiness.

She watched as the girl slid two towels towards Baxter and took the thumbs. Belle reached forward and took the towels with a wink towards the woman. She laced her fingers with yours and walked down the hallway with you to the suite.

"I don't know about you" she said as the door closed behind them, and she was stripping out of her clothes. "But I am soo ready to get wet."
 
He smirked softly, slipping behind your naked form, pressing your body against his chest. His hands slipped down your thighs, his lips near your ear. "That doesn't surprise me in the least, girl..." His palms work against your flesh, moving slowly upward, urging your legs to spread a bit.

His hot breath trickled down your chest, as he watched your body squirm against his form, delighting in your small frame, and gentle curves.
 
Her legs spread at your urging, she wasn't shy and while she'd purposely phrased her statement like that she had been slightly shocked that you hadn't jumped right into the shower so you could get into the bath.

"Baxter" she said your name on a sigh as she left your hands and breath on her body. "We have to bathe or we'll run out of time." but even as she said the words she wasn't moving away from your touch.
 
"You best help me out of these clothes, them, Annabelle..." His voice was a whisper, as his fingers slipped back to the front of your thighs, and around to your hips. He helped you turn, taking your hands gently, guiding it to his shirt.

His lips gently grazed against yours, his eyes watching your movements, as he smiled, hands slipping up your arms, and down your sides slowly.
 
"Gladly Baxter" she let you guide her hands to your shirt and once you did, she slid her hands under it and traced your skin, before pulling it up and and over your head. She placed it to the side, and trailed kisses down your chest slowly to the buckle of your pants, and tugged them open. She slid her hands down and used them to push the pants and whatever underwear you may be wearing to your feet.

She leaned down and undid your boots so you could step out of them and your pants. And then stood, leaning her body into yours for a moment and nipped playfully at your bottom lip before going to retrieve the soaps "Which soap did you want?" she asked as she looked over the bottles, she chose a fruity smelling one for herself this time and grabbed the shampoo and conditioner.
 
"The green bottles that are next to each other. Both of'em." He grabbed the basins and wash cloth, before walking in. He smiled back at you. "Plan on washing me again?" he asked, as he pulled the stool up.

He pressed his hand against the small of your back, urging you to sit first. He turned on the water, feeling the temperature, then offering it to you to check. When it met your approval, he rinsed your body, watching the rivulets of water trail your form. He smiled gently, kissing along your neck as the nozzle's head trailed down to your tummy, and sinking slowly lower, his free hand wrapping gently around your form.
 
Teasingly she said "I thought washing you was one of my chores?" she raised an eyebrow "I wouldn't want to get in trouble by not completing one of them"

Sitting on the stool as urged. Feeling the warm water from the nozzle head slide down her body, relaxing her body against yours as you kiss at her neck and trail the nozzle head lower. Her legs spread on the stool slightly for you. Even as they did, she reached for the soap and lathered her hands. The fruity scent danced between them as she slid her hands over her body scrubbing herself nice and clean.

She slid her hands down to the nozzle head and rinsed the soap from them. And then reached for the shampoo, squirting a bit of the liquid into the palm of her hands and then lathering up her curls.. "Could you rinse my body please" she asked as she worked her fingers against her scalp.
 
He nods, the nozzle following the trails of soap, rinsing them away. He smiled softly, watching your body. Since to the night before, he had taken time to watch you. He enjoyed your body, but also how you moved. There was a subtle beauty to your movements, something that reminded him of pin-up models, a secret weakness.

His hands guided the water, as his fingertips followed your curves, smirking gently. His hands were warm, so rough and callused. There was almost an amazement with the softness of your flesh.
 
She tilted her head back, getting your stomach all soapy from shampoo. And as much as she wanted to continue feeling those callused hands move over her body she needed the shampoo out of her hair so she could condition it. She guided your hands and the nozzle back up to her hair and rinsed the shampoo out..

Reaching for the bottle of conditioner she squeezed some into her hands and ran her fingers through it.. Coating the curls with it thickly. It needed to sit in her hair for a bit, so she slid to the stool and guided you into it.

She grabbed your shampoo and poured some into her hands. This would easily become her favorite part of their baths she thought as she ran her fingers into your hair and worked it into later, scraping her nails along your scalp as her body pressed into your back gently.
 
His eyes closed as he whimpered gently. He loved having his hair cleaned by Belle. There was a tenderness to your touch. He melted against your touch, almost asking for more. Your fingertips were magical to him.

He moaned in delight as you finished, rinsing away the suds. He soaped up his body quickly, interested in getting in the bath with you. His body soaped quickly, given the hair. He rinsed off, standing quickly, and beckoned you to come, as he slipped into the hot water.
 
She rinsed the conditioner from her hair quickly, not taking the time to check if she'd rinsed it well enough before shutting the water off.

Belle watched you get in the water, she could understand why you loved this suite so much.. She walked over to you slowly, her hips swaying gently as she did. And then she slid into the water moaning softly as the hot water lapped at her skin.. her body brushed against yours softly and she tilted her face towards you looking into your eyes and almost offering her lips up for a kiss.
 
He took it, his lips pressed gently against yours, as his tongue teased the inner curve. You were not close enough for him, as he lifted you, setting you instead on his lap, his hands falling to the small of your back.

This still wasn't close enough, as he drew you in closer, your breasts pressing against his chest, as his tongue pushed inward, invading your mouth. The tip teased the length of yours, yearning for a struggle, as his hands gently roamed your backside.
 
She moaned softly when you laid your lips against hers and slid your tongue into her mouth, if she was completely honest with herself, she couldn't get enough of the way you tasted. It was better than any drink or food that had ever past her lips.

And as she was pulled into your lap and held against your chest softly ground her body against your lap, her tongue pushed against yours tangled and tumbled. It was as if the two were dueling. But who would win?
 
His lips parted from yours, as he brushed the moist hair from your face, his hand against your cheek. He seemed to be watching you. He was waiting, almost daring you to make a move. His eyes were alive with mischief, his hands coming around to your hips, squeezing gently.
 
She whimpered as your lips left hers, she leaned forward and captured your lips with her own. Not wanting their kiss to be over yet. She plunged her tongue back into your mouth and continued to taste the flavor that was so uniquely you.

Her hips continued a slow rolling grind across your lap as you squeeze them.
 
He smirks softly, pressing your hips into his pelvis. His lips parted with yours, falling to your neck. Tender bites clenched the flesh, as his hands guided your motions. A soft moan escaped his lips, as a hand trails your spine. He was enamored at your touch.

His gaze moved downward, watching your hips work. His pelvis raised to meat your sex, as it rubbed against his body. A soft smile took his lips, his hand trailing down your spine, and around the gentle curve of your backside.
 
She leaned forward and captured your earlobe between her lips and nibbled a bit roughly as she continued to work her hips over your lap, feeling you raise to meet her made her grind harder against you.

As her body moved over yours, her lips near your ear whispered against it. "Baxter.. I want you inside of me, now.. please." not even the heat of the water could soothe her need for you.
 
His body pressed more firmly against your form. He bit his lower lip, eyes moving along your body, as his hands moved down your spine, and along the curve of your bottom.

He guided you forward, letting you move up just a bit. His lips moved from your neck, down your shoulders, as he guided her back, his hot flesh pressing against yours.
 
Belle squirmed happily over you, rubbing and grinding softly until you guided her back.. the feeling of you pressing against her entrance wasn't nearly enough for her. So she pressed back against your cock, and moaned loudly as she felt you slide in nice and deep to her core.

When her hips met yours she ground slowly and clenched her inner muscles around you. Looking down into your eyes as she slowly began to lift off of you, only to slide back down a bit roughly. She'd never get enough of being connected with you like this. Tossing her head back and moaning your name softly as she began to ride you, hard.
 
His hands fell to your hips, letting you take control this time. He watched your form as you worked, delighting in the movements you made. His eyes were locked on your core, amazed at the gyrations.

He bit his lower lip as you clenched, his eyes falling shut, his head lulling back. Your form was tight around his thick girth, his hand moving to your lower back, his hips rising a bit to meet your movements.
 
It felt good to have a bit of control, and having this control she made good use of it. Her thighs hugging your own as she rides you. Her body sliding up and down on the thick long length of you.

She gripped your hand at the wrist and guided it between her legs, using her own fingers to press yours against her clit "Touch me Baxter" she whispered the words as she picked up her pace, riding your cock hard and fast as the heated water splashes over their bodies.
 
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