We both like to surprise each other with my significant other. Every day, in bed – wherever possible. This time I put on a bath with full entourage. When she entered the house, I greeted her at the door with a glass of wine and just a bathrobe. The path of roses petals ran from the door to the stairs and up. I invited her to follow the marked trail ahead.
I saw the weariness on her face give way to surprise and puzzlement. She walked slowly, sipping the drink. She felt what awaited her. It was visible in her movements. The hips, wrapped in a pencil skirt, swayed smoothly from side to side. She tempted me more and more with every step. We finally came to the bathroom door, and when she opened it, she saw rows of candles stacked wherever possible. Our favourite music played in the background, free bedding, which we always played when we didn’t feel like hard sex, but simply – to enjoy ourselves.
The tub was full and the dried flower petals were floating on the water, smelling intense and sensual.
“Beautiful,” she whispered as I approached her. I was touching her arms, still hidden under the fabric of the shirt. I kissed the back of her neck, gently brushing my lips as I neared her ear.
“Thought you’d like to relax in a hot bath …” I murmured directly to her.
“Then you have to undress me …” Her voice was trembling with excitement. A soft sigh escaped from my mouth as my arms encircled her body, reaching for the buttons on the front of her shirt. She turned her head to me and the lips met in a gentle but passionate kiss. I didn’t want to rush anything, though the excitement grew.
I exposed her slender body. She was wearing my favourite bra. Violet, emphasizing her round, large breasts. Tanned olive skin smelled like rose water, making my thoughts and loins swirl, so that I just had to hold back harder and harder not to throw myself at it.
We both got into the tub, reaching for the glasses I had prepared in advance on the cupboard next to us. But she wasted no time. Sipping wine, she mounted me and I felt her wet and slippery pussy. She collapsed, knocking herself full on him. She drank some wine and moved closer to my mouth. She kissed me while a slightly tart drink flowed between my lips. This was the way the drink tasted best.
Every kiss, every look, every unhurried touch was nothing more than the effect of refraining from completely succumbing to lust. Not to make a mechanical fuck out of it. It was like tasting the finest fruit.
We put our glasses down. Wordlessly, she began to slowly move back and forth as my hands tightened on her ass. I felt the tops of her nipples brush against my chest, driving me insane.
We looked into each other’s eyes, completely lost in ourselves at the moment. The music was the perfect background, the scent of dried flowers enlivened our senses, and the hot water relaxed us. Only blood circulated faster with the excitement that we slowly gave way.
She rose after a moment and turned her back to me. She mounted me again and pressed her back against me. I squeezed her breast in my hand. The other one I slipped between her thighs. Her sighs were lost in the kisses we gave each other. I touched her body, adored it, feeling at the same time being torn by uncontrolled movements. She tensed and relaxed, gently moving my penis.
Slowly her moans began to pierce the music and the splash of water. Our breathing became more restless and our bodies became more impatient. It lasted another moment when she moaned louder in delight, she took my penis out of her and massaged the needed moment until I shot over the water, spraying sperm on her breasts and stomach. We laid there for a long time until the water began to cool slowly. After all, we were in no rush.