I love to watch her in the bath, although she can never understand why.
To me she's perfect, she's the one I dream about, the one I fantasise about, the one who made me realise that a relationship is the best thing in the world.
That day I watched her soaping herself down, taking in every curve, every move, every swing of her breast as she turned for the soap or a flannel, and all the time getting harder.
Yes, I'll admit it; watching her in the bath, little rivulets of water flowing down as she rinsed herself off, I was getting horny as hell.
Walking forward I knelt beside the bath and let my lips stroke across her neck, picking up stray drops of water as they sat on her perfect shoulders, reaching into the bath to add my hand to hers in rinsing herself off, concentrating on stroking softly around her breasts, her large nipples rising up to meet me in silent appreciation of what I was doing.
She turned her head to meet my lips with her own, soft kisses that seemed out of place with my body screaming out to ravish her but I know what she likes, and I damn well like to give it to her.
A sudden touch made me grin into her mouth as I felt her drape an arm over the side of the bath and slip her hand around my cock, the remaining bathwater mingling with my precum to lubricate her strokes of the rock-hard member.
I climbed over the edge of the bath as she edged backwards, sitting up further to let me kneel between her legs with the warm water only just over mid-thigh, somehow managing the whole manoeuvre without losing our kiss, or the contact of our hands on each other.
I sensed, rather than saw, her pick up the soap and work it into a lather between her hands before resuming her hold on me, her soapy hand now serving a double purpose, the innocence of cleaning me after a long day, but the unarguable rudeness of her slick hand now passing even easier over me as she rubbed the length of my hard cock.
Feeling her grip on to me harder and stroke faster I took the hint, making my kisses deeper and my touches on her breasts firmer, gripping them, rubbing her nipples into the palms of my hands and then trapping them between my fingers, pinching and rolling them as they hardened under my touch, thanking me and pushing me on with their stiffness.
Her other hand was now on my balls, squeezing gently before rubbing them in time to the pumps of her hand on my cock, slapping forward to give me the sensation of my hanging sack hitting her on each inward "thrust" of her hand, mimicking the feeling of riding her as my hips started to unconsciously bump forward, pushing myself through her fist.
Using handfuls of water she rinsed me clean of soap before moving one hand to my chest and pushing, making me slide backwards and reach out quickly to grip the sides of the bath to stay upright.
Before I had a chance to fully right myself her mouth was on the tip of my shaft, gently kissing the end, leaving a thin strand of my precum attaching her to it each time she pulled away.
Each time she ducked forward she opened her mouth a little more, each time teasing more and more of my head before she finally opened enough to allow the whole bulb to slide between her lips, instantly getting whipped by her tongue as it flicked across my sensitive tip.