Everything is just a little fuzzy as I gently start to open my eyes. I turn to look ahead at myself in the mirror and I catch a glimpse of you staring at me. You gather my hair and hold it piled on top of my head. My throat and neck are covered in a ring of bruises. A reminder of only a few hours ago when you fucked me so hard, so extremely hard and so down deep inside that there was a moment I didn't think I could let you go.
You kiss my tender neck carefully, as you look at my reflection. Our passionate work of art is around my throat. As you pull my face softly to yours, you let my hair fall from between your fingers and push it away from my face. The way you kiss my top lip so gently. And the way you drag your attention to the bottom. Sucking it even more lightly. I kiss your back, throw my arms around you in a quick embrace and watch you begin to get ready around me as I drift off again.
The hot sun glinted into the room, past the shutters and peppered wildly across my naked body. I grab the robe off the bedpost and pull it loosely over myself. A memory of the night before slowly plays through my mind, and I reach for my chest as my heart begins to beat fast. The cold steps awaken me further as I bounce down, turn on the bath taps and step towards the fridge seeking a cool gulp of juice to quench my thirst and soothe my sore dry Whoa! Splayed across the sofa in a pair of dark trousers, a fitted white shirt, collar unbuttoned is you. I saunter over and offer you a taste. 'And how are you this morning, neighbor, did you watch anything good last night?' You put your hand over mine and tip the glass towards your mouth taking a sip and with your other hand you reach around my waist and rest your forehead on my hip. You nip at my skin and take a deep breath, inhaling me deep into you.
A hand on each cheek you pull the robe away with your teeth and bury your head with a tremendous sigh. The glass falls. Shattering and fleeing impact. Shrugging the black lace and silk off my shoulders I step over the confusion, leaving you behind and walk towards the sound of water tumbling on porcelain.
Stepping down into the rising steam, I immerse my entire body under the heated caress of the water. I start by pouring rose- scented gel onto my shoulders. Stroking the glaze into my skin, feeling the liquid running down between my breasts, droplets falling from my nipples. You stand at the bathroom entrance, shirt undone to your waist, bare feet.
As you sit on the edge of the bath, your trousers soaked, you reach down through the foam. I grasp your face, my fingertips entangling themselves in your dark, wavy locks. I pull you by your shirt into the tub and we hungrily kiss, bubbles everywhere.
You lift me from the suds and place me in the bath, my legs still below water. Holding me by the waist you lower me back, laying me down, placing my head softly on the tiles. Your hand strokes beneath me down my spine, down my hips, along my thighs. You spread them apart and as you put your mouth on my pussy, I grab the back of your head while you grab each side of my thighs and feast on me. You tease my clit with your tongue flicking back and forth, putting your tongue inside me.
Licking me out, holding me tight, tasting me, drinking me all in. Then just as I'm about to come, you pull me under the water. I rise from the water, quietly spitting out the bubbles and clearing the rose foam from my face. As I open my eyes I see you. You're back.
