Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 203
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[Tobias’s Oddsion – Private Bathroom]
Seraphina looks like a jellyfish as she sat naked in the dazzling tub. The clearly treated water reached her upper chest, and her legs are spread.
Tobias is behind her, outside the tub, tying her hair with a band till it stood in a messy bun.
He moved back to the front and sat on the edge of the tub, taking the soft sponge and starting the wash from her chest, scrubbing slowly.
The water rippled silently, lather fell into the surface in small portions, and their eyes locked as the bathroom felt like their own personal universe with no distractions.
“Samantha and Sander?” He talked first, voice low as he rubbed the sponge gently on her breàsts.
“I made sure to pack their remaining little bones to your family Memorial Estates. They were buried in the VVIP mausoleum, and it’s a pity that I didn’t even get to meet them.” She muttered painfully.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to console you, sorry you had to go through the pain of grieving alone.” He whispered, running the sponge to her neck, to her back, and armpits.
“You’re here now, and that’s all that matters,” she sniffled.
There was silence afterwards, and he slid the sponge to the back of her ears, down to her arms to the legs.
He lifted her left leg from the water and scrubbed it, rinsed it, then took the toes to his mouth to suck.
“That tickles!” She gasped, chuckling.
He sucked harder, running his tongue on the under-space and the healthy clean nails.
“It’s ticklish!” She chuckled again, throwing her head back, slapping the waters with her palm.
“Tobias! I said….it’s….”
She laughed out loud, trying to take her leg from him, but he took the second leg too, continuing.
“Tobias! Stop!… I’m….fûck!” She laughed till her stomach hollowed.
Tobias stopped, staring at her as she laughed to her heart’s content, but before he knew it, she pulled him by his shirt sleeve, and his body left the edge, dropping into the tub with her.
Lather splattered with water around the bathroom, and he became completely wet even in the face.
“Now we’re even,” she laughed louder.
Tobias dabbed his face with his palm, smiling like a lovesick bastard.
He took off his shirt alone and threw it off, then he lifted her, so he slept in the tub and placed her perfect body on top of himself.
“Do you hate your parents?” She asked the question again, using her fingers to trace I LOVE YOU repeatedly on his chest.
“I don’t hate Carolina and Gary St. Graves. I’ll never hate them. They didn’t see me, never gave me attention, but they didn’t hate me. They’re not my best people, but I don’t hate them, never.” He said.
“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, Tobias.” She murmured.
“Only your sweet man, bitter to others.” He smiled.
“And I like it that way. Soft only for me, cos you’re mine.” She traced the twentieth I LOVE YOU on his chest.
He kissed her nose tip.
“After they died, I realized they’ve been telling the President about me, and they told him to protect me, and he’s been doing that.” He said.
“Your parents were so twisted.” She raised a brow.
“Can’t expect less from people who ran graveyard business.” He said.
She sighed. “And Uncle Will? He’s the one who told Dean to marry me for Vince’s sake.”
“I’ve never hated him, he’s only been disappointing me over and over. His destroyed Foster Home is enough punishment. If I decide to punish him any further, he’ll die.” He said.
“Don’t kill him, ok?” Seraphina quickly said. “Having a son like Vince is enough punishment too.”
“I won’t kill him, rest assured.” He promised, kissing her nose tip again.
She traced the thirtieth I LOVE YOU on his chest, and he gave her a really wide pretty boy smile.
“I missed that smile.” She smiled back, touching his dimpled chin.
“I love you, my girl.” He whispered.
Her smile deepened, and she closed her eyes as his lips came closer, pressing tightly on hers.
She expected a long, deep kiss, but her stomach rumbled, indicating her hunger immediately their lips touched. He pulled away.
“Your meal should be ready by now.” He whispered.
She kissed him lightly, holding his chin to deepen it.
“I missed our kisses.”
“If I kiss you with this hunger in me, Sera, you’re going to pass out. You need food, baby.” He responded.
“I’ll listen to you.” She smiled.
He carried her out of the tub, and while walking to the bedroom with her, he noticed her thumb.
Her right thumb.
It has a little cut.
He stopped immediately, frowning deep. “Give me a name, baby. A family name, preferably.”
“No one did it to me!” She laughed. “When I was missing you, I’d constantly bite myself on the fingers….this is the result.”
“So it’s me…I’m the cause…” He smiled lightly as he entered the bedroom and placed her in bed.
He was about to grab her towel when she pulled him by the collar suddenly, bringing his face close.
“Would you kill for me?” She asked with all seriousness.
“I already did.” He deadpanned.
Total silence.
“Not once, not twice. Want me to continue the count, baby?”
She laughed shortly, looking spoilt. “That was an intentional question just to hear you say it.”
“You’re spoilt.” He smiled.
“You caused it.” She rolled eyes as he finally picked the towel.
“Did they grow bigger? Or is it my eyes?” He pointed at her chest.
“Measure it.” She pushed her chest out readily.
He cupped the breàsts in his palms, and as usual, they filled it up and his palm couldn’t even take it all.
But it’s heavier now.
“They swelled…” He commented, taking his hand down her hips.
He rubbed them too.
“Same here….” He smiled.
“That’s because you haven’t touched them for long. They missed you.” She pouted beautifully.
“Oh you have no idea the plans I have for them.” He teased.
“Oh I can’t wait.” She winked.
He went down, kissed her n1pples, the hips, and the pink p$ssy in-between.
Then he came back up to give her another light kiss.
He dressed her up in the oversized pyjamas again and carried her to the dinning room.
As expected, meal is ready.
Appetizer, main course, and dessert.
Appetizer: pie.
Main course: guacamole, steak, and spicy talames.
Dessert: tiramisu cake.
She refused to sit alone, and he wasn’t even planning to let her sit alone. She sat on his laps, and as he fed himself, he fed her too.
They ate together with the same fork, sharing sweet soft kisses and smiles and giggles throughout.
The meal took roughly thirty minutes, after which he carried her back to the bedroom, and she slept off right on top of his chest.
Their heartbeats merged like clockwork, syncing together.
His fingers traced the back of her neck, and his lips kissed her eyes in repeat, body warmth mixing.
He planned to have a party to bring Vince out of his hole, but now he doesn’t wanna look like he’s using his reunion with her to reel trouble again. He wants to enjoy this moment to the fullest with her without hitch.
He looked at her sleepy face and kissed her lips.
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