I Cum To London 3

After we had gotten ourselves back to normal Paul grabbed me around the waist throwing me over his shoulder, so that I wouldn’t step in the mess we’d made, or so he says.

Back into the bathroom we go, I guess it’s our next favorite spot, after the bedroom (for now). He puts me down on the floor, on my feet, and starts the water running in the tub. Once the temperature is where he wants it, he puts the plug into the tub so that it will start to fill up.

As soon as it’s full enough Paul turns off the water, and taking my hand helps me to step in, since the sides are high and my legs are so short. Once I’m in Paul gets in, so I’m sitting in between his legs, leaning back, I can feel that Paul has a hard on again. I’m telling you this guy is like a marathon man!

I just snuggle back against him and sigh with total contentment. Paul wraps his arms around, pulling me even closer.

Before I realize what I’m doing I say, “Paul…I love you.”

After I realized what I said I shut my eyes grimacing, thinking ‘Oh no this guy is going to bolt!’

“Umm ummm you don’t have to say anything back, okay Paul? I just, I didn’t mean, well yes I did, but…”

Paul had turned my head so he could see my face, putting his finger over my lips to silence me, he says to me, “Let me talk okay?” I nodded. “If you didn’t jump to trying to undo something you feel, you would’ve realized, that, I love you too sweetie”

Then taking his finger from my lips he kisses me. When he ends the kiss, he looks at me, with a smile and wipes the tears that had started to fall from my eyes. Wrapping his arms back around me and pulling me to him, so that I’m sitting sort of sideways against him with my head on his shoulder. Resting his cheek on my forehead, he sighs that same contented sigh as me.

While before we had FUCKED, this time we made love. After we’d gotten out of the tub, we went back to the bedroom, avoiding that spot on the floor, we got into the bed.

Paul pulled me into his arms, tenderly kissing me, ever deepening the kiss. While his hands roamed over my body again, but this time without the need and urgency as before, almost like through his fingers he was memorizing every part of me.

As he was exploring my body with his fingers, I was exploring him too, touching his neck, chest and shoulders.