chfifteen

Greta sat in the hot water and waited patiently. No reply came so she called his name again and heard his footsteps approaching.
"What did you need, hon?" he asked, the door swinging open. His eyes got big when he saw her. "Whoops, sorry, I didn't know..." She laughed.
"It's alright, Eric" she said, leaning back in the soapy water.
"So what did you need?" he asked, not looking at her.
"You" she said.
"What?" he asked, finally making eye contact. She motioned him over with her one finger and he obeyed. Once he came close enough, she caught the front of his shirt in her hand and pulled him close, kissing him. He started to pull away, saying something, but she just pulled him tighter, kissing him harder. Finally, she let go and leaned back in the water.
"Whoa" was all he said, blinking. Again, she motioned him into the water with her finger.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, his hand resting on his top shirt button.
"Never been more sure" she answered, and he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. He let it fall to the floor and pulled his undershirt off in one swift motion. Watching her carefully, he undid his belt buckle and pant button and they dropped around his ankles. He stepped out of them and quickly pulled off his socks. His right hand slipped under the band of his boxers and she stopped him.
"Not completely" she said, pointing to the sink. He looked to see his swim trunks lying there. He turned back to her and she lifted herself out of the water slightly, revealing her bikini.
"Oh, I understand" he said, a small grin spreading across his lips. "No peeking" With a giggle, she closed her eyes as he quickly changed into his trunks. She kept the closed and didn't open them till he joined her with a splash. She slid over to give him room and he pulled himself close to her.
"Are we...ok?" he asked, looking her deep in the eyes. She nodded.
'I think so" she said, in barely a whisper. Relieved, he sat back and surveyed the room.
"What's this all about?" he asked, motioning to the room.
"Well, it's a romantic weekend" she said. "And you've had all the surprises so far-so it's my turn. Besides, I told you we'd make it back in the tub tonight"
"Wait" he said, his eyes widening. "You aren't saying you want to...."
"No" she said, a little embarrassed. "I'm not completely ready for that yet"
"I understand" he said, relaxing again.
"But I think I'm ready for a little more" she said. He turned to look at her and studied her face carefully. She seemed to be nervous, excited, scared, and incredibly happy, all at the same time. She leaned close to him and cupped his chin in her hands, kissing him on the lips. He followed her as he let his hand gently brush along her jawline. He let his hand run up her chin to her ear and down her neck, only touching her slightly. He followed down to her collarbone, which the bubble bath had made silky and smooth to his touch. He kissed her again and wrapped his one arm firmly around her waist. With a small grunt, he pulled her onto his lap so she was sitting across his legs. She smiled into his lips and he continued kissing her. Her now bare skin felt slightly cold from being removed from the water but she hardly noticed as he continued kissing. He pulled away again and then leaned in and kissed her cheek. She closed her eyes as he began kissing down her neck, all the way to her collarbone, where he left feather-lightt kisses all along. She giggled softly and he looked up at her, a small piece of bubbles dangling from his chin. She took his face again in her hands and pulled him up for a kiss. They continued for a few more minutes, kissing, and enjoying the scented water. Eric shifted his weight from underneath her and she stopped.
"Am I hurting you?" she asked, concerned.
"No, not at all" he said, with a grin. "I love holding you this close" She smiled and he pulled her close to him, her cheek resting on his lips. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and she snuggled up closer to him.
"Are you enjoying our weekend?" he asked, his lips moving slightly against her cheek, making her smile.
"Of course, it's been wonderful" she answered. "How about you?"
"There's no where else I'd rather be" he said. "It's been perfect"
"But the weekend's not over yet" she hinted, and he smiled.
"Oh, really?" he asked, kissing her again on the cheek.
"Yeah, it's only Saturday night" she said.
"Mm hmm" he said, continuing to kiss up her chin.
"And we don't have to leave tomorrow until...oh, God" she said, as he began to nibble on her ear. He laughed at her reaction and felt her breathing begin to get heavier. She let him continue for a little bit longer until she couldn't wait any longer. She turned toward him and began to kiss him passionately, her tongue running along his lips. He opened his mouth to her and they began to kiss again, her hands running through his hair and his on her face, her shoulders, her hair, trying to touch all of her at once.
After awhile, Greta took his right hand in hers. Still kissing, she pulled it along to her back, setting it down on the strings to her bikini top. Once there, she pulled her hand away and he broke away from the kiss.
"Greta, are you sure?" he asked. She answered him by kissing him again and he slowly undid the knot. With one finger, he slipped it under the string, finally loosening it. He dragged his hand up her back and let it rest under the strap around her neck. He pulled away to look her in the eyes and she reassured him with a slight nod of her head. Again, he undid the knot and pulled the strings apart. Greta pulled away from him and allowed his hands to move up the sides of her body to her shoulders. There, he slipped his hands under the strings and finally let her top drop to the water.