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“How long have you been standing there?” I ask a little breathless and a shade embarrassed to have been caught.

“Long enough.” you say with a smirk. “Having fun?”

“Yes, I am. Thank you for asking.” I reply tartly, feeling just a little put out by your smug grin.

“It is shame there isn’t enough room in there for me as well.” you say, pushing off the sink. Taking a clean towel from the rack, you unfold it by shaking it out with a snap.

“Maybe I can dry you off.” Your tone is soft and inviting. Something stirs again inside me and I think that perhaps I am not nearly done yet.

As I stand up, the water runs off my body, down my legs and back into the tub. I bend down to pull the plug then straighten again waiting for your next move as the water drains away noisily.

“You’re covered in oil.” You say, licking your lips.

“I know.” I say with a shrug. “I wanted something sweet smelling in the bath water…..” I trail off as you step onto the mat by the tub.

“Put your arms out.”

I do as you ask; you begin to dry my arm so gently the towel feels more like a caress than drying. My skin breaks out in goose bumps as you work your way slowly from finger tips to my shoulder. I watch your face as you carefully dry me. There is a satisfying degree of heat in your eyes.

You do the same for the other arm before you dry my chest and stomach with gentle pats and rubs. While drying my breasts, which seems to take a deliciously long time, you brush your fingers across my nipples. I love your long fingers, I know what they can do to my body; shocks of desire and anticipation run through me.

“Step out onto the mat.” When I obey, you say, “Now spread your legs.”

You squat in front of me to pick up my foot. Placing it on your knee, you begin to dry my toes, ankles, calves and thighs. The breath catches in my throat when you reach my inner thigh. Despite my desperately willing you to move your hand a little higher, you replace my right foot and repeat the process with my left, without actually touching the parts of me that, by now, are aching to be touched by you.

By the end of the sensual rub down I am still damp and slippery with the oil; not to mention wet in other areas. But it’s about time I took back control, I am not a patient lover; I never have been. Pulling your shirt from your jeans I slide it up over your head and off your lovely familiar body. Stepping back I admire how nicely you are put together. You certainly aren’t difficult to look at. I smile.

Closing the gap between us again, I reach up to kiss you on your lips. I feel your smile as I run my tongue between them working my way into your mouth. My soft breasts are pressed into your chest; the skin to skin contact generates more heat than the bath water ever had. My hands skim across your stomach. I am gratified to hear you suck in your breath as I dip my fingers under the waist band. The muscles of your stomach tense under my exploring fingers. One of your hands is tangled in my hair, the other is on my ass, and both are pulling me closer to you.

With the flat of my hand, I push away from you, to squat before you. Now to it’s my turn to administer to you. I take off your shoes and socks but before I stand up, I nuzzle your crotch through your jeans, enjoying the feel of the semi-hardness of your dick while looking forward to making you fully hard soon.

Still kneeling in front of you, I undo your jeans, slide them over your hips and let them fall to the floor. After I help you step out of your pants, I cup your balls in my hand stroking your dick with my thumb, enjoying watching your eyes grow wide before they start to glaze over.

My next kiss is more demanding, pushing my tongue into your mouth, nipping your lower lip. The hand on my round butt cheek pulls me even closer; grinding your erection into my thigh. I moan into your mouth. Already aroused from the rub down, I am not going to need much more encouragement. I need to feel you inside me soon.

“I want you to fuck me.” I whisper in your ear.

You don’t need to be told twice and you pick me up. I wrap my long legs around your waist as you walk into the bedroom. Dropping me down on bed, you push my legs apart with your knees then crawl onto the bed between my legs. The movement forces me to scoot back until we are both in the middle of the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows to look up at you. You are lovely to look at; strong and confident and sexy.

I tell you how much I love having sex with you, how I need to feel the weight of your body on mine, how I want your hot mouth on my lips and my breasts, how much I love having you between my legs. You kiss me again with a new sense of urgency. I respond by pulling you down to me.

I can feel the heat of your erection nudging my clitoris. Desperately needing you inside me, I push my hips up to meet yours. I smile widely as you push into me. How do I love this moment, when you first enter me, stretching me, filling me completely? This has to be the best feeling in the world, but then you start to move inside me and I think that this has to be the best feeling in the world.

As you move in long smooth strokes I feel the pressure build inside me. I dig my nails into your ass and wrap my leg around you tightly. You drive into me deeply and I hold you there.

“Don’t move.” I say. I wiggle my hips under you as you remain buried deep in my pussy. You are still and let me do the work. I roll my hips and rock from side to side. I hear you gasp for breath as I writhe under you.

“Do you like this?” I ask a little out of breath. I like it, I can tell you that much.

“Yes. But I can’t hold still much longer.”

“Then don’t. Fuck me.”

You pull almost all the way out before driving back into me, twice, three times. I can feel another orgasm building and I give myself over to you and the sheer pleasure of good sex. With a cry, I come so hard that I pull you over the edge with me. The muscles in my vagina spasm around your dick, sucking you dry. You empty yourself into me with a sharp exhale of breath. I love feeling you come inside me. We collapse on the bed when we are done; panting and sweaty.

“Time for another bath.” I say but you are already closing your eyes.

“Uh huh,” you agree, “right after this nap.”