A few more stolen moments, Part II
“Get back here. I’m not finished with you yet,�? you begged, and pulled me back to stand in front of you at the edge of the bed. You took my breast in your mouth and clutched my back so that I wouldn’t step away. I moaned. I didn’t push you away. I pulled you toward me, to make you stand. I grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom. You could hear the shower running, and saw the warm glow of candles that lit the room.
“You’ve been up for a while, haven’t you?�? you said and slipped your arms around my waist as I checked the temperature of the water.
“A minute or two, I think.�? I held your hands against me, weaving my fingers into yours. You kissed my shoulder and continued up my neck. I guided your hands to my breasts and you cupped them firmly, letting your touch slowly recede and pinch my nipples. I turned to you. You kissed me deeply and backed me up to the counter. Your hands at my hips, helped me onto the ledge, and I wrapped my legs around you pulling you to me. I tilted my hips slightly so that I could feel the tip of your ache against me. You let your hands roam about my body, down my arms, to my breasts, tracing your fingers down my belly as we smiled at each other.
I leaned into you again for another kiss as I felt your fingers begin to play below my belly button. My hands roamed around your neck as we kissed, and farther down your chest. I stroked your ache in a similar rhythm to the way you were massaging me. You began inserting your fingers into me and I longed for you to be inside me again. I pulled your hips to me, but you refused for a moment with a laugh. You weren’t done toying with me yet. After a few more minutes, you pulled my hips to the edge of the counter, and I wrapped my arms around your shoulders. You entered me slowly and deeply.
My head arched back revealing my neck for your kisses, and as I gathered my breath to enjoy the feel of you inside me, I caressed your face and began kissing you even more deeply than we had last night. You thrust deeper inside me, remaining there for a moment before you withdrew to feel every inch of how warm and wet I was. You watched your ache recede from me, and your glance turned to me as you entered me again. At this angle you penetrated me deeply and caused a twinge of pain the more slowly you made me endure you.
I tightened my muscles around you as you entered me again and again, enjoying the tension that was building between us…You watched us in the mirror as you nibbled on my shoulder. You could see my hips moving toward you, your hands roaming about my back and my legs, my hair falling down my back as I leaned away from you. Your rhythm began to increase. You took me gradually harder and faster. I could feel you start to come, and as your ache rubbed the top of my clit, I began to come with you. You manipulated my hips, and I held onto your shoulders for balance as we continued to come. You collapsed against me after the moment ended. We held each other for a few moments in the steam that the shower had created before indulging in the shower together…
erotica, sex, intimacy, shower sex
November 23rd, 2006 at 10:35 pm
Is that you in the photo, my dear? Stop torturing us!
November 23rd, 2006 at 10:56 pm
Because you’re so flirty, I’m tagging you. Come to my blog and find out your assignment (no hall pass needed).
November 24th, 2006 at 7:43 pm
Oh Tom…I prefer baths.
December 23rd, 2006 at 3:42 pm
Prefer baths, but like cameras.
December 23rd, 2006 at 3:49 pm
Eyes and fleshy touches are even better than cameras…