To Have and To Hold

Written by Rox

 

CHAPTER 1

"Hi, my name is Roxanna Johnson. I have a reservation for the next few days. I am attending a convention here." I said as I rifled through my briefcase looking for my itinerary, then through my wallet for my credit card. I handed the man behind the counter my confirmation print out and the card.

I was so tired! The flight here from Memphis had been horrid and then the cab ride to the hotel, hair-raising! I was ready for a long soak and bed. In that order. No dinner. No conversation.

The clerk took my confirmation print out and my credit card and keyed the information into the computer.

My feet ached as did my back from wagging my luggage and my laptop thought the airport. The clerk had a puzzled look on his face.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I'll only be a moment." The clerk said as he rushed off in search of someone else. They keyed the information from my confirmation sheet into the computer again, then I heard one of them say, "Let me go get the Manager. He will know what to do." and he left the office area going to another private office.

"Oh shit! Now what?" I thought. "Excuse me?" I leaned over the counter to get the first clerk's attention.

"Is there something wrong with my reservation?" I asked rather angrily. I was tired. I felt grungy and just wanted to sleep. Not stand here arguing with a desk clerk.

Then the second clerk returned with the Manager. "Ms. Johnson, please accept my apology for your wait. I know you have been traveling and are very tired. We experienced a little error in your reservation, but it has now been totally rectified." he said. Then he began to bark orders to the two men seated in the lobby.

"Charles! Please take Ms. Johnson's bags up to Suite 1405. Quickly! Let's not make her wait any longer." the Manager said.

Her nerves were frayed beyond belief. "Wait a minute, Charles!" she said as he picked up her bags and started for the elevator. She turned back to the Manager.

"What do you mean, a little error in my reservation? Such as?" she asked.

"Ms. Johnson, everything is fine now. For some reason it was just a glitch in our computers, or what have you. Your reservation was cancelled. In error, I assure you. But, it has all been corrected and Charles would love to take you to your suite." he said.

"Well...ok. I would love for Charles to do that." she muttered.

He nodded his head for Charles to proceed, and at this point, Rox was entirely too tired to argue.

They boarded the elevator and rode to the 14th floor. Charles led them down the hallway until they came to a set of double doors. He used the card key to let them in and Rox was totally stunned!

This wasn't a room! This was a suite! This was the sitting room and beyond those other doors was a bed.

She did a double take. "God what a bed!" she thought and she realized Charles was standing there grinning at her confusion. She barely did remember the manager saying something about a suite.

She handed Charles a tip and he turned to leave. "Enjoy your stay, Mrs. Jacobs." he said. She snapped her head up.

"It's Johnson. Ms. Johnson." she snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, my mistake." he said as he pointed to the tag on her bag. Roxanna Jacobs was on the tag. She thought she had removed everything that pertained to him. But, obviously she had missed this.

Charles closed the door leaving her to stare at the offending luggage tag. She grabbed her purse looking for her black pen to quickly change her name. She pulled the tag out, flipping it over and writing her name as it was now.

As she slid the tag back into the holder she sadly thought, "if it were only this easy."

CHAPTER 2

She didn't realize how long she had been standing there just staring at the tag. Her mind had gone totally blank.

"Ok, girlfriend! It's been 8 months. 8 LONG months! Don't let one little luggage tag set ya back light years!" she thought as she mentally shook herself.

"Because he sure as hell hasn't let anything set him back." she thought angrily.

"Hell! He hasn't even looked back, much less given me a second thought!" she said as she kicked the offending bag, getting a huge pain for her effort.

Tears clouded her vision and this made her even angrier. Tears of self pit and pain. Good grief! She was pathetic!

"Ok! You gotta get yourself together! I wonder if the bathtub is as big as the bed? Oh God! One can only hope!" she spoke out loud to herself as she grabbed the bag with her nightshirt and her other bath things in it. She headed towards the bathroom, thanking her lucky stars that someone had made the mistake and she was able to enjoy the suite.

She let out a squeal when she saw the tub! It was exquisite! Just perfect for two. Well, certainly two, but she would just have to make do. She turned the hot water on hoping to soak away her aches. Both her muscles and her heart ache in this tub! Then crawl in the huge bed and sleep the night away.

No dreams, maybe. For once anyway.

The bath did the trick, as they usually did, and she found she was even more tired than she possibly imagined. The water was fragranced and soothing to her body and her mind. She was totally relaxed as she came out of the bathroom, and as she admired the huge bed she couldn't help but think again how lucky she had been getting this suite.

Little did she know, luck had nothing to do with it.

Would she still feel lucky when she found out the truth? Or had her luck run out?

Only time would tell.

CHAPTER 3

She didn't realize how long she had been standing there just staring at the tag. Her mind had gone totally blank.

"Ok, girlfriend! It's been 8 months. 8 LONG months! Don't let one little luggage tag set ya back light years!" she thought as she mentally shook herself.

"Because he sure as hell hasn't let anything set him back." she thought angrily.

"Hell! He hasn't even looked back, much less given me a second thought!" she said as she kicked the offending bag, getting a huge pain for her effort.

Tears clouded her vision and this made her even angrier. Tears of self pit and pain. Good grief! She was pathetic!

"Ok! You gotta get yourself together! I wonder if the bathtub is as big as the bed? Oh God! One can only hope!" she spoke out loud to herself as she grabbed the bag with her nightshirt and her other bath things in it. She headed towards the bathroom, thanking her lucky stars that someone had made the mistake and she was able to enjoy the suite.

She let out a squeal when she saw the tub! It was exquisit! Just perfect for two. Well, certainly two, but she would just have to make do. She turned the hot water on hoping to soak away her aches. Both her muscles and her heart ache in this tub! Then crawl in the huge bed and sleep the night away.

No dreams, maybe. For once anyway.

The bath did the trick, as they usually did, and she found she was even more tired than she possibly imagined. The water was fragranced and soothing to her body and her mind. She was totally relaxed as she came out of the bathroom, and as she admired the huge bed she couldn't help but think again how lucky she had been getting this suite.

Little did she know, luck had nothing to do with it.

Would she still feel lucky when she found out the truth? Or had her luck run out?

Only time would tell.

CHAPTER 4

It was quiet when he got off the elevator on the 14th floor. He walked toward the end of the hallway where he knew her suite would be.

Quietly setting his bag on the floor beside him, he slipped the card key in the slot. The lock opened with a soft click and allowed him to open the doors. The soft plush carpet on the floor cushioned his footsteps as he picked up his bag and turned to close the doors behind him.

The suite was softly lit by moonlight streaming through the partially opened drapes in the sitting room.

He saw 2 sofas and thought to himself that they sure looked damned uncomfortable. Well, maybe comfortable for midgets. Certainly not someone of his size.

He sighed. Oh well, he would just have to live with it this time.

He set his bag down softly at the end of one of the sofas, quietly listening for any sounds of alarm from her. There seemed to be none. It would upset her enough when she woke up to see him here, in the flesh.

"Hhhhhmmmmm...in the flesh." he thought as she stood in the door leading to the bedroom. He could already feel his body tighten with anticipation.

He could see her sleeping peacefully, the moonlight giving him just enough light to see her. She hadn't changed, except to become more beautiful.

He might even need to get a little closer, her thought. Get close enough to really see her now, because in the light of day she would probably be spittin and hissin like a pissed off cat. Cussin too. She would not listen to anything he had to say to her now. Not after this long.

He watched her while she slept. He thought she was a vision laying there in that huge bed, all alone. An involuntary shiver ran through his body. Not for long. She would not be by herself for long.

Not as long as he had breath in his body. And toys and goodies in his bag, he thought with a smirk.

He turned to quietly make his way back to those uncomfortable sofas.

Toys and goodies in his bag, and tricks up his sleeves.

This was going to be a very interesting next few days!

CHAPTER 5

She stretched slowly as she wakened from a wonderful sleep. She felt rested, more rested than she had in a long, long time. She just lay there doing something she hadn't been able to do in what seemed like forever. Relax.

She stretched again, pointing her toes out in the big bed, moving her arms out to feel the other side of the bed. Something she would never get out of the habit of doing. She was reaching for Glenn. And she would probably always reach for Glenn, no matter how long she would be away from him.

8 days. 8 months. 8 years. Didn't matter. He was the last thing her body craved before she went to sleep and the first thing it craved before she got up. She craved him now. Needed him. Ached for him. Wonder if he still felt the same?

Probably not. Hell, he hadn't even tried to find her, she thought. She sighed pulling the covers back over her head. She couldn't seem to get their last coupling out of her mind. It had been explosive. And she was ashamed.

Ashamed of how he made her feel. Ashamed of the control she allowed him to have of her. Just the whisper of her name on his lips was enough to set her pulse racing, and he softly whispered, "I want you" she totally came undone. Everytime.

He made her forget that anything existed anywhere else except the two of them and how he could take her breath away. Time and time again. And that control had rolled over into her life. Life outside the bedroom.

He wanted to control her every move, her every thought. He had to approve her friends. Where she went. How she went. Right down to the clothes she wore, or in his case, what she didn't wear, he liked for her to be naked, and she felt as if he were choking the life right out of her. Until she had finally had to run. For herself.

And she lived with the memories. The lovemaking memories haunted her the most. Because even if he was controlling and domineering, he was incredibly warm and tender in bed. The contrast proved to be too much for her. The roller coaster ride too long and too difficult until she couldn't do it anymore.

And she had vanished without a trace.

CHAPTER 6

He found her a little while later, still in bed, all warm and rumpled under the covers. Sleeping so peacefully. She was laying on her back with the covers pulled around her face, like a child, and he hated to wake her up. But he wanted to wake her up.

As he quietly stood by the bed he had to smirk. Yeah, she was gonna be a hell cat! That was a given. And he was gonna love taming her.

She stretched in her sleep and turned on her side facing away from him. Her body outlined through the covers. This had always been his favorite time of the day. A soft sigh escaped her and he faintly heard her softly whisper, "Glenn." and that was all it took.

The breath left his body as quickly as his underwear did and he eased himself hesitantly into the bed, careful with his movements so he didn't wake her up. Not just yet. He wanted the movements of his lips and tongue on her body to be the ones that woke her. Not the feeling of him stealing into the bed.

He wanted to feel her coming awake as only he could make her wake up, and he gently snuggled against her warm body, his fingers itching to dip themselves into her warmth.

She wiggled her bottom against him to get comfortable and opened up her legs ever so slightly. He knew her responses so well. Knew she would arch and stretch again, and he intended to be ready.

He slipped his hand under her night shirt then worked his way down until his thick fingers reached her opening. She arched her back again, just as he knew she would, bringing his fingers in direct contact with her hard little clit. This brought a moan from her lips.

His finger dipped again, finding her slick wetness and very gently he circled her clit again, bringing a louder moan from her lips. She opened her legs wider even in sleep, giving him greater accessibility, and he grinned.

He needed to hear her cum, needed to hear her call our his name as her body spasmed around him. This was his favorite thing to do, and after today he intended to do it everyday until he was old and gray.

He could feel her responding, her breath heavy as he stroked her softly, her inner walls began their clenching motion. Her face was flushed and her eyes were fluttering behind her closed lids as suddenly her body jerked in response to his tender touch and her orgasm quickly took her.

The last twinges of her powerful release took her and her eyes fluttered open.

"Glenn" she whispered as she opened her eyes to stare into his beautiful blue ones. His fingers were still softly stroking her as she recovered from the aftershocks.

"Glenn! NO! SHIT!" she yelled when she realized it was him that had made her feel again. But he had a tight hold on her, knowing her well enough to know she would try to bolt.

He had been thrilled when she whispered his name in her sleep, that thrill quickly turned to determination as she fought against him, trying her best to wiggle away from him.

She fought him, hard! All arms and legs it seemed. He just grinned. Knowing that she would be no match at all for his strength. Especially when he was fighting for something he wanted.

And he wanted her.

CHAPTER 7

"Glenn! Goddammit! Let me go!" she yelled as he effortlessly pinned her to the mattress, and in his infuriating way he pinned her without hurting her. Somehow managing to keep her still without crushing her. Keeping his body weight evenly distributed, yet allowing certain parts of his body to hold her still.

She was still wiggling and fighting when she finally looked him in the face. Despite being held tightly in his embrace and basically unable to move, she seemed to sag even further beneath him.

He had managed with the struggle to ease his body between her open legs and pin her arms over her head, holding her securely in place. Unable to go anywhere except right where he wanted her.

He watched her facial expressions go from anger to total surprise as she softly whispered. "Baby, your hair!" the term of endearment just slipping out naturally with her surprise.

She struggled against him as he held her arms in place. "Your hair! Honey! Your hair is gone! Those bastards! Those dirty bastards!" she cried as she struggled to get loose.

"Glenn, please let my arms go! I need..." she said as her breath caught in her throat. The hair and the mask had made the character. But the man had made the man. And suddenly she was overwhelmed with the need to hold him. Put her arms around him. Touch him.

Why he was here, now in this room, she might never know. And at this time, she didn't care.

"What do you need, baby?" he whispered moving his face to allow his lips to softly touch hers, then moved them over her jaw and down further.

Tears clouded her vision. His hair and his mask had been his mystery, it had allowed him some privacy, and now even that was gone.

He tasted her salty tears on his lips and eased himself slightly away from her to release her arms.

"Tell me what it is you need, baby." he whispered against her ear, groaning softly as her legs wrapped tightly around his back and her hands came to gently touch his face.

"Let me give you what you need." he whispered against her mouth, sipping her lips, then moved quickly to deepen the kiss needing to taste her lips, deeper still.

Again she was lost. Lost in the pleasure that only he could give her. And he knew it.

He eased himself slowly into her tight passage becoming one with her. He felt completion.

He felt at home.

CHAPTER 8

Hours later, after satisfying each other time and again, and she was so ready for sleep to claim her, she decided abruptly that she needed a bath.  He grinned as he shook his head. 

"No, not yet.  I want you again." he whispered as his lips started working their magic, yet again. 

"Glenn, we have no more bodily fluids left!  Please!  Let's sleep for awhile." she begged.

"But, I want to love you again." he whined.

She turned away from him, tired beyond belief, yet strangely happy for the moment that he had finally found her. 

She snorted.  "You cannot possibly be hard again! Not yet, anyway!" she said sleepily as she snuggled into the pillow and further down into the covers.  She felt him move against her back as he reluctantly settled himself against her, snuggling tightly to her body.

The smell of sex permeated the air and clung to their bodies along with the sheets.  He could smell her perfume and the combination of the two made him want her all over again.

She squealed as she felt his erection hot and hard press into her bottom and she quickly turned to look at his beautiful face.

"Really?" he grinned as he looked into her eyes.  "You don't think so?  You don't think that I really want you again?" he whispered.

"Glenn, I've lost count of how many times already!  And you want to do it again?" she moaned.

He pulled her tighter to him, whispering into her hair.  "I want us to cum together, until we can't cum again" and his lips founds hers, taking her yet again to that special place only he could take her.

CHAPTER 9

He woke later, totally sated and relaxed. Feelings he hadn't 

experienced in quite some time. And hungry as a bear.

He watched her as she still slept peacefully. Yeah! He was 

definitely gonna have to have food. Food made energy. And he needed 

all the energy he could get. He had no intention of letting her get 

too far away from bed for the next few days.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. He did have a romantic dinner 

planned for them one night. He even had picked out their clothes that 

they would wear and was having them delivered here to the hotel 

tomorrow. In the meantime, no clothes was a good thing. But food was 

a must!

He slipped quietly out of bed and padded naked into the living room 

of the suite knowing there had to be a room service menu in there 

somewhere. He found it, and scanned the items they had available. 

He was unable to make up his mind, so he thought he would just order 

several items. It was already late in the day and he knew she would 

be wanting more of a lunch/dinner kind of thing rather than 

breakfast food. He loved breakfast, but she had always been what he 

called a "nibbler," just picking at her food in the morning, or not 

eating at all.

He loved to eat, and breakfast was his favorite. He was sure that 

regardless of the time of day it was she would want coffee. She 

wanted coffee first thing in her day. And he always made sure that 

she had it when she traveled with him.

He picked up the phone and got the order placed. They told him it 

would take about 45 minutes to an hour as they were still catching up 

from the lunch crowd. Perfect! She could sleep a little while 

longer and he might be able to grab a quick shower.

He was rummaging through his bag when he felt her presence behind 

him. He slowly turned to see her standing in the doorway wearing a 

cream colored lacey nightshirt, one that had been his favorite. He 

was surprised that she hadn't gotten rid of it.

She looked sleepy and rumpled standing in the doorway, one foot 

balanced on her leg. He could tell she was totally naked 

underneath. She looked so child like standing there, her hair 

curling wildly around her face. Yet, she was so incredibly sexy at 

the same time, and he felt the familiar ache begin again.

He grinned as he watched her eyes trail over his body and stop at his 

growing erection. She scanned back up his body until their eyes met.

"Glenn, why are you here? Why now?" she said softly, as she stood 

quietly in the doorway.

"Why did you run?" he countered softly.

He moved slowly through the room until he stood in front of her.

"You ran. You didn't say a word. Just left. No goodbye. No nothing." 

he said.

"I looked everywhere for you for the last 7 months. And they have 

been long, painful months. Months without you. Wondering where you 

were and if you were all right. Months of going out of my mind. But, 

that is all behind us now. I have you." he whispered against her 

temple. She shivered in his arms.

"Everything is ok now. I have you back again." he whispered again.

"I won't let you go!"

CHAPTER 10

His arms felt save and secure, that was the whole problem.  He had always felt safe and secure.  Then smothering.  She felt that way again as she stood in his arms. 

"Glenn. This won't work.  You know it.  I know it.  You want too much!  You want to control everything.  I can't do that again. I'm not your shadow, Glenn, I am ME, a person!  And you need to be able to understand that. You can't tell me who I can be friends with, when I can eat, when I can sleep.  If I can work. I won't do that again!  I'm not a toy, Glenn.  Not something you play with and control.  I won't live like that again." she said as she backed away from him.

"You're my wife." he said quietly.

"No, Glenn.  I signed the papers and sent them back to the attorney, everything is final.  I even changed my name back to my maiden name."

She sat on the bed watching him, trying so very hard not to cry.  She had cried enough. 

He just stood there watching her. His anger building.

"So, you aren't my wife anymore? You signed the papers? Changed your name? Is that it? Easy as that?" he sneered.

"Then hide yourself away, hoping I will just drop it and let you go?  Let you walk away without saying goodbye?  Did you think I would let you go that easy?  If at all?" he said softly.

She didn't say anything, she just stared at her hands. 

"What about love, Rox? Hmmmm?  Didn't you think I loved you? Was there ever a time that you honestly felt that I didn't love you?  Did I not show you enough?  Did I not tell you enough?  Did I not make love to you enough?" he said, and she could feel his desperation, hear it in his voice.

"Glenn." she said as she softly went to him. "Our lovemaking was great.  Always beautiful and I never doubted that.  But, there is life outside a bedroom.  I felt my whole life was in a box that you had total control of.  And you only allowed me out occasionally, when you wanted me.  No friends. No family.  I felt insignificant.  Not important." she said.

He was quiet.

She continued.

"We revolved around every aspect of your career.  The traveling, the shows.  The autograph sessions.  The photos.  Everything.  There seemed to be no time for us because everything revolved around Kane.  And sometimes I hated Kane." she whispered.

He was looking out the window.  "So do I." he whispered. "But Kane makes out life.  Kane brought you to me.  Kane allowed me to find you." he said softly.

"And that was bad?" she asked.

"No, but it is Kane that drove us apart.  And other things." he said.

He walked back where she was sitting and pulled her into his arms.

"Can Glenn and Rox try again?  Can we try to make it work again?  I want too!" he whispered as his lips claimed hers.  His hands roamed her body as his lips plundered her mouth. 

And for just a moment, she forgot wrestling, characters, jobs. Everything.  Except for this man and the fire that threatened to consume them both.

She moaned and he lifted her in his arms to return her to the warmth of the bed and his arms, never to let her go again. 

As he laid her gently in the middle of the bed the knock on the door brought them back to reality.

"Shit!" he growled, reluctant to withdraw from the warmth of her body.

"I ordered food!" he grumbled.

She giggled at the look of disappointment on his face. He had always been glad to see food.  They heard the knock again.

"OK! I'm coming!" he yelled as he bounded off the bed and headed to the door of the suite.

She giggled again when she realized he was stark naked!

"Glenn, clothes would be good!" she called out, still giggling.

He stopped looking down at his naked lower half.

"Oh yeah!  Don't want to scare 'em away." he said with a smirk.

"You'll make 'em run down the halls screaming at the top of their lungs." she said with a grin as he grabbed his sweats and pulled them on.

"I only want to hear you screaming when I come back!" he whispered lasciviously and he had a huge grin on his face.

Guess he had not quite heard enough screaming for one day.

CHAPTER 11

The food was delicious.  The company was good. They tried to keep the conversation between them light.  They laughed at the jokes they remembered playing on other wrestlers and the ones that had been played on them too.  And she found in a weird sense, she missed the feeling of family she had with those people.

Glenn filled her in on the events within the group.  Births.  The deaths of some of their friends.  And he let her know about Mark and Sara and their daughter.  Glenn absolutely adored the baby and ran off with her every time he saw her.  And she loved it! Squealing whenever she saw him.

He wanted a child of his own and so had Rox, but they would neither one commit to such a major decision due to his rough schedule.  They thought about it a lot, and practiced every chance they got, but never had gone any further.

They had sat there at the small table talking for quite some time after they had finished eating.  Glenn, of course, eating his food as well as hers.  She was tired and by now was sore from their activities earlier.

She told him she wanted to soak for a bit in that huge bathtub.  He jumped up eagerly hoping she would share her bath with him, the tub was certainly big enough for them both. She agreed to his request and gingerly climbed into the huge tub.  Various body parts and certain muscles were really beginning to ache. 

She winced as she slowly lowered herself into the bath, hoping he didn't see her discomfort.  But he had. 

He slipped quietly in behind her, cuddling her small body to his big one.  Taking the bath sponge and squeezing hot water out to gently trickle down her shoulders and over her body. She shivered at the warmth of the water and the contact from  his body.

"I was too rough with you earlier. I'm sorry.  I wanted you so bad that I didn't take into consideration how you would react.   How long it might have been for you.  I only wanted to make love to you. I couldn't get enough!" he whispered in her ear sending shivers again over her body. 

He leaned back against the back of the tub, pulling her tight against him.  His hands were resting lightly on her lower stomach.  They lay together in the quiet.

Glenn had lit candles in the bathroom casting a soft, romantic glow to the room.  After several minutes, he couldn't hold it any longer,  his heart aching to know the answer to his question and he just had to ask her.

"Rox, will you answer a question for me?" he was lightly placing kisses in her hair.  She sighed, enjoying the feel of his body and the attention he was lavishing on her.  She felt quite like putty laying there against him in the cooling water.

"Yes, I will." she answered.  At this moment she was content and would have done anything he asked her to do.  He was quiet again, but only for a second then the question rushed past his lips.

"Has there been anyone else for you?  Someone you cared for more than me?  Have you cared enough for anyone else to sleep with them, let them love you?"  the last part of the question a whisper.

She was thoughtful for a few moments.  Then she laid her head against his shoulder, looking him directly into his beautiful eyes.

"No, Glenn.  There has not been anyone else.  No one but you." she whispered as his lips found their way to hers in the softest of kisses.  His fingers found their way further down her body to her center.

She winced and caught a small gasp as it escaped her lips.  She tensed as a pain jolted her and he immediately withdrew them.

"Sorry baby, I know this area is going to be off limits for the next day or so.  Let's bathe off and I will fix a small ice pack for you to lay against you.  It will help you with the swelling.  I'm sure you must be a little swollen." he said as he took the soap and gently began rubbing some lather in his hands. 

His fingers ran lightly and quick over her body, gently massaging and arousing her again. She moaned as he gently caressed her breasts and then gave special attention to her nipples.  His soapy fingers rolling them to hard little peaks.  Tormenting her.  He grinned as she moaned in pleasure.

He lathered his fingers again and warned her softly of his intent to touch her bruised lower area, so she wouldn't tense up.  His fingers felt like silk against her heated skin as he opened her legs to gently probe her opening and her clit wiping away the traces of their previous encounters. 

She moaned and shivered as his silken fingers caressed her swollen clit, still so ultra sensitive from their lovemaking.  He couldn't help but go back to it again, knowing just how sensitive and responsive she was. Her face was flushed and  heat radiated from her. His teasing was getting the desired effect.

She grabbed his hands pulling them away from her very sensitive area, trying to sit up and gain some space from his probing fingers.  Some control.  She had no control with him.  He proved that already to her time and time again today. 

She turned herself around in the tub until she was straddling  his legs, a thoroughly wanton look on her face.

"Glenn," she whispered, "I want you again." she said as she moved to impale herself on his erection.

"No, baby!" he gasped as he pushed her back.  She was surprised to say the least. And she immediately thought he didn't want her.  He seemed to know her thoughts.

"Oh no!  There is nothing more I want than to be deep inside you!  Nothing!  But, I don't want to hurt you further either." He softly kissed her lips bringing a whimper from her. 

"I'm gonna give you what you need, I promise you that.  All that you need." he whispered.

"Now, you jump outta here and rub yourself dry with that fluffy towel and I am gonna finish bathing .  You just do it, then go sit on the side of the bed. I will come to you in a few minutes." he said. 

She was getting out of the tub and wrapping herself in the towel when he realized she had a pouty look on her face.

"Ahh! You pouting?" he asked still laying back in the tub his erection floating in the water.  She wet her lips at the delicious sight before her eyes.

She wrapped the towel a little tighter to her body and called back over her shoulder.  "Please don't make me wait!"

He set the newest world's record for one man getting out of a bathtub!