As she moved around the room, attending to the water, testing the temperature, checking the depth… his gaze followed every sway of her hips, every curve, every arch of her back when she leaned over the edge of the tub.
She was completely bare.
She knew he loved her like that more, so she had undressed the moment he dropped her gently to the floor. No hesitation. No teasing. Just complete trust and comfort. She knew he liked seeing her like this—raw, unhidden, vulnerable yet so powerful in her beauty.
Her skin glowed, slightly dewed from the steam in the room. Her figure—soft in all the right places, yet firm and womanly—looked like it was sculpted with purpose. Her breasts were full and round, the tips slightly flushed, nipples slightly hard from the warm air brushing against her body. Her waist tapered smoothly, her stomach subtly toned. And her hips… they curved out like an hourglass designed to trap a man's gaze and make him forget every other thing he ever worried about.
