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The typing sounds wake you. As you sit up, adjusting your eyes to the light, you notice how upset and stressed Lisa looks. Her under eye bags looking worse than ever. She’s sitting at the desk of the loft you share, her tired face lit up by the blue light of her laptop.
She texted you she will be late, so you sat on the bed to read. You remember how you laid down on your side just to close your eyes for a minute, and apparently you fell asleep. You glance at the clock; it’s eleven at night.
You get up and walk over to Lisa. She doesn’t notice you until you’re right beside her, too focused on the screen.
She gives you a tired smile and you lean down to kiss her temple.
“Darling, it’s late. Why are you still up and working?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” She replies instead of answering your question.
“It’s fine.” You run your fingers through her curly hair. “What’s going on?”
She leans back against the chair, closing her eyes briefly as she feels your warmth against her skin. A soft smile plays across her lips as she relaxes into your touch.
“An insurance company wants to change the conditions of the contract with the hospital, and it escalated into this huge conflict…lawyers are getting involved and everything.”
“I’m sorry.” You let your hands wander to her shoulders and begin to massage them.
Lisa lets out a deep sigh and asks: “How was your day?”
“It was alright. Better now that you’re here.” You dig your thumbs into her tense muscles and press more kisses to the crown of her head.
“You’re always so sweet.” She mumbles. “Even when I’m gone for twelve hours a day.”
“Of course.” You stroke her cheek. “How can I help you relax?”
“I- I already feel bad for waking you up, I can’t ask anything else from you. Just this is already a lot.” She looks up at you and puts her hands on yours.
You smile and lean down to kiss her, your lips meeting upside down.
Lisa lets out more delicious little sighs and small whimpers. You can tell that she’s desperate for your affection but cannot bring herself to directly ask for it.
“Come on.” You take her hand. After glancing at the screen of her laptop one more time, she gets up from the chair and lets you guide her to the bathroom. You turn on the headlights and dim them to a pleasant brightness, matching the goal of helping Lisa relax.
You make her sit on the edge of the bathtub while you turn on the faucet and prepare a warm bath.
She’s still wearing her blouse and skirt and you kneel down in front of her to help her take it all off. “You don’t have to do that.” She tells you quietly, barely loud enough to be audible over the rushing water.
“I’d like to. Is that okay?”
She nods and lets you open the buttons of her blouse, smiling down at you.
When she’s stripped down to her underwear, you let your hands wander up her sides and press kisses to her thighs. Lisa pushes strands of your hair behind your ear and murmurs: “How do I deserve you?”
“Are you kidding me?” You get up. “I am privileged to be allowed to touch you, let alone call you my girlfriend.”
She gives you a dazzling smile: “You’re going to be the death of me…”
“I hope not.”
You test the temperature before you pour some shower gel into the water and swish it around to build up bubbles. You use the one that smells of lavender and it fills the bathroom with its pleasant scent.
Offering your hand to Lisa, you try your best not to stare at her now completely naked body. She took off her underwear and added it to the pile of clothes on the floor.
She lets out a relieved sigh as she sits down in the hot water, and you can see the tension leave her face and body by the second.
Instead of leaning back, however, she says: “You better get in here.”
“Alright, alright.” You laugh and begin to take your clothes off as well. Lisa, other than you, checks you out pretty shamelessly, a smirk on her lips.
You step in behind her and snake your legs around her so that she can lean into you and rest on your chest.
You gently push her hair aside to have access to her neck. Slowly, you scoop up water and let it run down the side of her neck and over her shoulder; over whatever part of her upper body that isn’t immersed in the bath.
“Want to tell me what else happened today?” You ask eventually, letting your fingertips ghost over her jawline and down to her collarbones.
“How do you know something else happened?”
“A fight with an insurance company? That’s not even close enough to what it takes to stress you out like this.”
Lisa quietly laughs and replies: “There also was an accident with the MRI and we most likely have to replace it, and some problems with the nurses and…I don’t know. A lot.”
You let out a hum: “The MRI? What did House do?”
It makes her chuckle that you immediately know it was him.
“Tried to shove a six-hundred-pound patient into it.”
You let out a groan: “Sounds about right.”
“Oh, yes…” She shakes her head and glances up at you. “You know…” She pauses, gnawing on her bottom lip.
You move your upper body to have a better look at her face, making the water swirl.
“Yes?”
She rubs her face with her hands, leaving drops of water behind. “It’s stupid.”
“I’m sure it’s not.” You stroke her cheek with your thumb.
Lisa clears her throat and tells you after a pause: “You know I only dated men before, right?”
You nod.
“Without fail, at some point, they got angry with me for pursuing such a demanding career. But you…you not only support me, but it feels like…like you love me even more for it? If that makes sense.”
“It does.” You smile and press a light kiss to her lips.
She turns slightly between your legs and reaches up to pull you in for a deeper kiss.
“Mostly, because it enables you to spend so much money on me.”
She laughs out loud at that. A sound you always love to hear.
“Speaking off, it’s Christmas soon. Do you have a wish list?”
“Liz, it’s September.”
“Almost October.”
“Point still stands.” You reply and put your arms around her to position her on her back again and pull her up against your chest. You know, though, that if you don’t answer her question properly, she’ll have it on the forefront of her mind for days to come. “I’ll think of something and let you know soon, okay?”
“Okay.” She replies, eyes fluttering shut again. “If not, I’ll get you that handbag you looked at the other day online.”
“Don’t you dare! That was just to indulge in some designer phantasies.”
“It was barely more than the monthly rent.”
You pinch her thigh: “It was double, and you know that!”
“Like I care when it’s for you.”
You sigh, nevertheless charmed by her nonchalant willingness to get you a gift worth several thousand dollars.
“Let’s not talk about you giving even more, okay? This is about relaxing.”
“I- fine.” She sinks into your arms, head lolling to the side.
You go back to stroking her hair and the side of her face with one hand, and her arms and upper chest with the other.
At first, her breathing slows down, but the longer you touch her, the more it picks up in pace. When you trace an imaginary line just above her boobs, she gets goosebumps, and you can see her nipples harden despite the warm water.
You smile but don’t comment on it. Instead, you rest one hand on her throat to keep her head rested on your chest and feel her pulse. Equally to her breathing pattern, it gets quicker.
Letting your hand wander down between her boobs and down her stomach and back up her side, you watch Lisa press her thighs together and writhe under your palms.
To not make her beg for it – you’re pretty sure that would make her cry tonight – you slither your arm around her, below her boobs, to pull her up higher and be able to reach her crotch properly. Her light body moves easily on top of you, but at the same time her weight on you is equally arousing.
Now that her breasts are fully out of the water, you can touch them, weigh them in your hands, pinch the nipples, anything to make Lisa let out those pretty little moans.
Finally, you find her cunt and run your middle finger through her labia until you settle on her clit. As soon as you put pressure on it, she gasps and her hips jerk up.
You snake your legs around hers to pin her back down and spread her legs further. She whines, another sound you relish. To reward her for making these delicious noises, you shove two fingers into her. You have to tense your legs to keep her down because her hips immediately buck up again.
You move your fingers slowly in and out of her, continuously rubbing her clit with your thumb.
“Fuck…” She breathes out, holding on to your arm, fingers digging into your skin.
“Want me to go faster?” You murmur.
“Yes, please…” Lisa slurs the words, apparently out of her mind aroused. Which is exactly what you were trying to achieve, to get her to stop thinking, stop worrying.
You speed up the movement of your hand, simultaneously squeezing her tits and scooping up hot water to keep her chest warm.
Her writhing feels good for you as well as her back rubs against your core, offering you some relief too. You tilt your hips to open yourself up to her more while you intensify the effort between her legs.
“Can you cum like this?” You ask her, whispering.
“Yes…” She nods, glancing up at you for a second. Her eyes are dark and glazed over and you press a quick kiss to her lips. They part and she silently asks you for more. You happily oblige, devouring her with sloppy kisses while you fuck her harder with your fingers.
When her hips buck up again, you allow it and let her roll her hips into your hand as she desperately chases her release.
You can feel her tighten around your fingers and her thighs tense.
Out of impulse, you say: “Be a good girl, cum for me.”
Lisa gasps and moans and throws her head back, shaking in your arms. You fuck her through it, only taking your hand away when her hips sink back down.
Panting, she lies limp in your arms, a smile on her lips, cheeks flushed.
Then, rather suddenly, she turns in your arms, kneeling between your legs and lunges forward to smash a hungry kiss to your lips.
“Oh!” You breathe out, putting your hand on the side of her neck, clutching the edge of the bathtub with the other.
She leans over you while reaching for your cunt.
“You don’t have to- Jesus Christ.” Your eyes roll back when she pushes her fingers into you.
“You got this wet from doing that to me?” She asks, voice raspy from moaning.
“Oh, yes.” You chuckle, moving your hips downwards to meet her thrusts. With every thrust, the water ripples more until it eventually begins to spill over the edge of the tub. Not that either of you cares.
“Can you lift your hips a little more for me?” Lisa murmurs.
You have to blink to focus and process her ask, and then do your best to lift your hips up higher. It’s a little awkward, but as soon as your cunt is level with the water, Lisa leans down and latches onto your clit. She puts her free hand under your ass to hold you up while she speeds up, tirelessly plowing her fingers into you and circling your clit with her tongue.
“Good god, Liz.” You groan, back arching, both hands holding onto the edge of the tub tightly.
She hums against your cunt, sending shivers down your spine.
You look at her through your eyelashes, observing the gorgeous woman who has her face buried between your legs. Then she curls her fingers more, sending you into a frenzy. Breathing heavily, you roll your hips, burying one hand in her hair to press her face against your cunt as your orgasm starts.
“Yes…fuck.” You curse again, thighs shaking under the effort of holding yourself up like this while you cum.
Lisa tilts her head and presses kisses to the inside of your thighs while she slows down the movement of her hand. You sink back into the water, head fallen back, sweat on your forehead, body overheated.
“Come here.” You open your arms and gesture for Lisa to lie with you. With a delighted, almost child-like giggle, she does.
Eventually, when the water is cooled down, you shower off the soap and get out of the bathtub. You’re both exhausted but deeply relaxed and calm.
Soon, you find yourselves in the sheets of your bed. You check the time again, it’s almost one in the morning.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you stay up this late.” You tell Lisa while she huddles up against you.
“Are you kidding?” She chuckles quietly. “I am privileged to have you be the reason I’m up so late.”
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