Rubber Ducky

    She entered the home she shared with Oded, swinging the door shut behind her and throwing her purse on the kitchen counter with a loud exhale. It was the longest day she could remember in a long time. She was emotionally and physically exhausted. Her anger and stress showed on her face with her furrowed brow and compressed lips, turning her usual beautiful smile to a thin colorless line. She walked further into the kitchen and looked around, her heels clicking on the Spanish tile.
     “Ded?” she called out. He said that he was going to be home.
     “Hi babe,” she heard him answer. She looked around the corner to the short hallway leading into the living room and found him sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, curled up as if he had been missing her all day and his body was aching because of it. She noticed how damn good he looked sitting there, with his big brown puppy dog eyes, his bare feet, and his jeans stretched tight over his ass.
     “What are you doing sitting there?” she asked. Just the vision of him lowered her stress gradually in a Pavlovian response.
     He smiled his megawatt smile just for her, creating his wonderful dimples. “Watching for you to pull up into the driveway,” he replied. He curled his legs under him and stood up. She thought those long legs of his just might go on forever, and her mouth began to water. What a sight to come home to.
     He walked toward her, seeing the warring emotions written on her face. “Sounded like you weren’t having a good day when I called you earlier. Are you ok?”
     As he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a comforting hug, she released her pent up breath and leaned her head against his chest. She could hear his heart beating and the tidal flow of his breathing, and it was like therapy to her.
     “Ya, I’m ok. Just the usual family stuff. Bringing up things from thirty years ago that have never been resolved and probably never will.” He knew that she and her father had a strained relationship at best, and was expecting her to come home in this condition from her meeting with him.
     He drew back his head, and she brought hers up to look at him. “I’m sorry,” he commiserated, and gave her a peck on the forehead.
     “Thanks,” she replied. “I really appreciate that.” She was on a roller coaster ride of emotions, and she felt a lump form in her throat with her gratitude.
     Oded indicated to his right with a toss of his head, his broad smile surfacing again. “Come on,” he said. “I have something for you.” She lifted an eyebrow to him at the suggestion, her mind considering all the possibilities. She took his offered hand in her own and followed him in the direction of the bathroom.
     He stepped aside as they reached the doorway, letting her enter the bathroom ahead of him. She found it lit with dozens of fragrant candles, and a foam of bubbles filled the large clawfoot tub. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.
     He shrugged and smiled boyishly at her. “I know that you and your dad don’t get along very well, and that you’d probably be pretty stressed out when you got home, so I thought I’d spoil you tonight.”
     Oded took a few steps into the bathroom, urging her ahead of him. She turned around and brought her arms up around him, lacing her fingers behind his neck, feeling the silky texture of his short hair under them, and pressed her body against his. He slipped his arms around her waist as he gazed down at her, his face inches from hers, his whiskey eyes capturing hers.
     “Thank you, Ded,” she said as she smiled up at him. “How the hell did I manage to end up with you, anyway?”
     He shrugged his shoulders and blushed. “Just lucky, I guess,” he replied with his own smile. Then he began to tug at her blouse, untucking it from her skirt, and slipped his fingers under the material to caress her skin lightly, teasingly, at the small of her back. His hands worked their way around to her front, and she looked down to watch his long fingers unbutton her blouse slowly, both of them enjoying his methodical ways. When his hands reached the top of her blouse, he placed a finger under her chin and raised her face to his own. He placed a feather light kiss on her lips, a whisper of his breath entering her mouth. She thought her knees might give out on her at any second, and she grabbed the edge of the sink for support.
     He broke the kiss and pushed her blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His arms slipped around her waist again and pulled her body even harder against his. He ground his hips slowly against hers, letting her feel his growing erection. He watched her reaction the entire time, her eyes locked with his. There was a look in his eyes as if he was contemplating eating his favorite gooey dessert. She knew what was going on behind those eyes, and she shivered deliciously. He bit his full lower lip as he pressed himself against her, relishing the softness of her body against the hardness of his own.
     He lowered his head closer to hers and kissed her more firmly, delicately cupping each of her lips with his own, nipping and licking lightly and roughly, lightly and roughly, toying with her emotions. His soft tongue explored her mouth, tangling with her own, tantalizing her. She brought her hands up and placed them on his cheeks, marveling at the smoothness of his clean-shaven face. They wandered over his strong jaw line, her thumb lightly hovering over his cleft chin, then down his throat, lightly tracing his adam’s apple.
     As they both continued their slow sensual kiss, her hands wandered further down over his shirt. But there was too much material between Oded and her, and she quickly grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up, causing them to break the kiss long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head and let it join hers on the floor.
     Her hands were drawn to his torso again, gliding lightly over the rolling hills of his chest and abs. Her nails lightly scraped below his bellybutton, making the muscles there flutter and causing his breath to catch in his throat. He grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and put her body at arm’s length from his own. He gazed down at her, his eyes now as dark as midnight.
     “A hot soak in the tub first, babe,” Oded said softly, his voice like velvet to her ears.
     She pouted prettily, trying to work her will with him, but he resisted, although she could tell it was killing him.
     He unhooked the front clasps of her bra and gently pulled it off her, followed by her skirt, her nylons, her shoes, and finally her panties. He removed each piece of clothing slowly, his gaze following every curve of her body as he revealed it. He took her hand and led her over to the tub. She stepped gingerly into the warm water and sighed deeply as she sunk into the tub, lowering herself down until the bubbles were up to her chin. She smiled contentedly as the hellacious day was loosened from her muscles.
     Oded picked up a loufa sponge and began to massage first her arms, then her legs, then the rest of her body, invigorating her skin. A rich smile curved his lips the entire time he spoiled her, enjoying being her slave for the night. When he finished with her body, he pointed down to the water, signaling her to dunk her head. She did so obligingly, coming up covered in bubbles. They both laughed as he wiped the bubbles away from her face with his fingers so that he could see her again. He grabbed her shampoo bottle from the rack and squeezed a generous portion into one hand, then began to shampoo her hair, the scent of the soap filling the air, her scalp tingling as his long fingers massaged lightly. She closed her eyes and felt the remaining tension flow out of her body, leaving her limp as a rag doll.
     When he finished shampooing her hair, he ran a trickle of water out of the faucet, filled a cup, and poured it slowly over her, the warm rivers washing the soap and the last of her cares away. She sighed contentedly, a serene look on her face. She leaned back in the water and opened her eyes. He was returning her smile, a warm beam that made her thigh muscles loosen.
Oded stood up and looked down at her with those deep dark eyes. He looked impossibly tall and lean, like Adonis looking down at her from his pedestal.
     “I’ll be right back,” he said, and turned around and left the bathroom. She couldn’t help but watch him walk away, with his bare, broad torso and tan skin, and the faded jeans hugging his ass and thighs in just the right places. She had to grip the sides of the tub to keep from drowning.
     She lounged back in the warm water, inhaling the scents of the candles and the bubbles, wondering what Oded might be up to. One never knew. She closed her eyes and relaxed, her mind wandering through all the possibilities.
A few minutes later, she heard his bare feet padding on the Spanish tile as he approached the bathroom, and she opened her eyes and waited for him to appear. He poked his head around the corner, a wicked smile on his face. Suddenly a flash of yellow appeared. He was holding a little rubber ducky.
     In his best little boy voice, he said, “Wanna play with my ducky, little girl?”
     She started to giggle uncontrollably at his sexy playfulness. She never thought she would be laughing at the end of this day, but Oded always seemed to make things better.
     “Ded, you’re sick, you know that?” she managed to choke out between her laughter.
     “I know,” he replied. He stepped out from around the corner and entered the bathroom, not a stitch of clothing on his body. He shyly held the ducky in front of his considerable erection, pretending to be timid and hiding himself and not succeeding at either one.
     “But it’s so much fun,” he finished, and squeezed the ducky a few times, making it emit a high-pitched squeak. She was attacked by a fit of the giggles again at the sight of him.
     He approached her with his little ducky in hand, a charming grin on his face. She scooted forward in the tub, making room for him behind her. He stepped into the warm water and lay back behind her, his long legs surrounding her. She leaned back against his chest, the best pillow a woman could ask for. Except for the damn thing poking her in her lower back.
     She squirmed playfully in the water, trying to get comfortable. “That won’t make it go away,” he teased in his sexiest      voice. She chuckled and relaxed against him, a contented smile on her face. He let go of the ducky, letting it float free, and the two of them made a game of pushing it around in the suds with their hands like two children, laughing and occasionally flicking water at each other.
     Oded finally stopped the game and picked up the sponge again, filling it with warm water and squeezing it in his hand above her breasts, the river of water keeping her from getting chilled. They lounged in the water for what seemed like an eternity, watching the world revolve around them, perfectly at peace. His hands occasionally floated over her body, touching and caressing lightly. They talked about the day’s events, and his deep voice vibrated his chest against her back, and his lips brushed against her ear as he talked quietly, chuckling once in a while.
     As her playfulness left her, her desire came back. She began to stroke his longs legs that surrounded her, feeling the strength of his thigh muscles, the texture of the curly hairs. He wrapped his arms around her and clasped them in front of her, totally enveloping her body with his own. She felt utterly safe.
     Somewhere along the line her strokes on his legs turned from loving to lustful. The mood in the room changed, and his hands released themselves and cupped her breasts, his rough thumbs toying with her nipples until they stood at attention. She arched her back, inhaling deeply, and pushed her breasts into his hands, urging him on. He brought his head down to her ear again, and pressing his lips against it, he whispered in his unique accent, “I want to make love to you.” His soft lips and words sent shivers down her spine, bringing her skin into goose bumps.
     One of his hands floated down between her legs, toying with her curls and exploring lazily. She sat up and turned around to face him. He drew his legs together, and she straddled him, opening herself up to him. As she leaned forward and began kissing him slowly, sensuously, his hand slipped back between her legs, and he dipped a finger into her warmth, making her breath catch in her throat at the sudden invasion. Her hands slid up and clutched in his short hair as she slowly ground her hips into his hand, trying to ease the tremendous ache he had awakened inside of her. She only succeeded in making it worse. Then she felt his finger gently withdraw, only to be replaced by the velvety tip of his erection. She broke the kiss to catch her breath, and he watched her with those deep eyes, taking in the desire he saw on her face that he had created. Their lips were only a fraction of an inch apart, each of them breathing in the other’s essence. She brought a hand around to trace the contours of his face lightly with her finger, taking in every little detail of his face as she poised herself above his body, both of them waiting for the moment.
     She pressed herself down on him a little, feeling his tip enter her, opening herself up to him. They were still watching each other intently, drinking in the other’s expressions and feelings. She raised and lowered herself minutely, creating a delicate friction with the tip, feeling it move in and out of her, teasing both of them mercilessly. She trailed one hand down his body, flowing over the contours of his muscles, tangling her fingers in the thick thatch of his pubic hair, then gently caressing his hard erection, teasing him with her fingertips. Still gazing at each other, she watched as a shiver raced through his body and he inhaled sharply, only to release it in a groan. He bit his full lower lip restlessly, enjoying her torment. Gripping his erection firmly, she suddenly sat up, lowering herself onto him, taking his erection into herself, feeling him fill her completely, making her feel whole. They both groaned at the sudden friction.
     He sat up with her, wrapping his arms around her, wanting to be near her as she made love to him. She let her head fall back, exposing her neck to him. He nibbled and kissed her skin, knowing all her sensitive spots. He slipped his arms under hers, brought his hands up over her shoulders from behind, and pulled her down onto him even harder, thrusting up with his hips at the same time, wanting to be completely inside of her. They both cried out at the pain/pleasure.
     “Oh god, babe,” he sighed, “it feels so good to be inside of you.”
     She wrapped her arms around his shoulders again, grasping fistfuls of his hair, trying to keep from soaring off the planet in reaction to his words and body.
     Their pace began to quicken as that one hard thrust set their orgasms on their paths. As she pounded her body down on his and he thrust his up into hers, she felt all her muscles wind up a notch, and she couldn’t catch her breath. He groaned her name again and again between his clenched teeth, his jaw muscles trembling with tension. The water began to splash over the sides of the tub, neither of them noticing or caring. Their pace increased still faster as their bodies were carried away by their orgasms, no longer under their control.
     She arched her back and threw her head back as he gripped her shoulders and thrust hard again and again. She felt her body tighten around him as her orgasm hit her like a freight train, knocking her senseless. She clutched his head against her body, and in his fervor he bit her shoulder roughly, continuing to drive into her as his climax slammed into him. Her orgasm took her again and again as he pumped his warm seed into her. One final thrust and he strained against her, the cords in his neck standing out in effort. She had forgotten to breath, was unable to breath, as her body thrummed as if with electricity.
     Finally their bodies were released and she collapsed on top of him, both of them breathing heavily with their exertion. Every nerve in her body was tingling, and her muscles were trembling with exhaustion. Oded’s hands caressed her back as he lowered them into the water.
     After a while, both of them managed to catch their breath. She heard his hand come out of the seriously diminished water, and suddenly there was a squeak in her ear. In his best little boy voice, he said, “My ducky says thanks!”