Author's note: This story, like my previous posting "The Gift", was written for a specific lady and to her particular tastes. I met this lady online and fell in love with her. I found out later, after receiving a suicide email from her, that "she" was as fictional as this story. *Ugh* But, as this was written for a lady and as a sort of cybersexual monologue to a lady, I'm not sure my fellow men will get much from this story. Sorry guys.
I debated whether to post this as one really long story or to break it up into the four parts. One friend said to break it up. Another said to keep it whole. I'm choosing to keep it whole, so it is judged as a whole. I mean, you don't rate a book by its individual chapters, you rate the whole book. So, please forgive the length. If you stick with it, the story escalates through each part.
I also debated what category to post this under. There's a bit of BDSM and maybe a bit of reluctance, but ultimately it is a romance.
And as with all authors, I'd love to hear what people think about this, good or bad, whether through comments or email.
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Part 1:
Loving you
You arrive home at the end of a long and wearying week. I greet you at the door and enfold you in my arms. You wrap your arms around my waist and lay your head upon my chest with a sigh. Leaning back, you raise your head and I take your face gently between my hands and kiss you softly, then with a smile, I whisper, "Hi, my Angel."
You smile back and reply, "Hi, my Love."
I take your hand in mine and we walk back to the bedroom, where I have you sit on the bed. I kneel down and unlace your shoes and slip them from your feet. I remove your socks, then lightly rub your tired feet. Next, I pull your shirttail from your jeans, you raise your arms and I left your shirt up and off. I lay your shirt aside, then my hands descend, fingertips lightly grazing your skin down your face, your neck, your shoulders, down your chest, pausing for a moment to trace circles around your hardening nipples, then down your belly to your jeans. I unbutton and unzip them and you lie back, raising your hips, as I hook my fingers in the waistbands of both your jeans and panties and slip them down and off of your legs.
As you rise up, I lean in and once again taste the honey of your lips.
I stand and take your hands in mine, lifting you to your feet and leading you into the bathroom, where a steaming bath awaits. I hold your hand as you step into the tub and slowly descend into the scented, heated waters. You lie back to relax into the soothing heat as I slowly undress.
I step into the tub and kneel between your legs. I take the bath gel and pour some in one hand, then reach into the water with the other and lift your right leg. Placing your foot upon my chest, I rub my hands together building a lather, then begin to wash your leg from your ankle, down your shin and calf, then down your thigh to where it disappears into the water. Up and down. Up and down. My fingers kneading your muscles, slowly covering all of your leg from front to back. I take your foot in my hands and run my hands over your foot to soap it. With your foot between my hands and I slowly massage your sole pressing hard with both of my thumbs, gliding them up and down, releasing the stress in the muscles. I press the palm of my hand to your sole and rub it up and down, then lace my fingers between each of your toes, slipping my fingers back and forth between them, squeezing and flexing them gently. I take hold of your ankle once again and lower your leg back into the water as I take your left leg and lift it to cleanse and massage it, too.
Once your legs are washed I rise and ask you to slide forward in the tub so I can get in behind you. I move around, sitting and placing one leg on each side of yours. I place a hand between your shoulders and press so that you lean forward. "Tilt your head back," I say, and when you do I take the shower sprayer and run warm water from your forehead down your silken tresses, wetting your hair. I pour some shampoo into your hair and begin to work it in with my fingers. My fingers slip through your hair and up to your head, raising it to an upright position Cupping your head in my hands, I flex my fingers slowly massaging your scalp as my thumbs glide up and down the back of your neck. You moan as my fingers glide through your hair and over your scalp. I slip my fingers from your hair and placing one hand on your forehead, I tip your head back and taking the shower spray in hand, I rinse the shampoo from your hair as I comb the fingers of my other hand through it.
When done I ask you to rise and kneel, sitting on your feet. I lift your hair over your shoulder so that it lies down your chest and out of the way. I pour a stream of bath gel on your back then slowly rub it into a lather with my hands. Starting at the small of your back, I work my hands up your spine to your shoulders, then down your sides. Up... and back down, Up.... and back down. My fingers and thumbs squeezing and kneading your muscles along the way. My hands rise again and pause at the base of your neck, rubbing squeezing and kneading your muscles till they slowly enter a state of relaxation.
I see you visibly relax, so I let my hands glide down your sides until the slip under cupping your ass and lifting you until you are kneeling with your hips out of the water. I lift your hair so that it lies down your back. Pouring more gel into my palm, I rub my hands together, then begin to wash your delectable bum. My fingers can't resist squeezing and feeling the taut flesh of your cheeks slip from my fingers. I let one finger dip down and drag it slowly up between your cheeks. I feel you shiver. I rise to my knees behind you and then circle my arms around you. You lean back until you lie against my chest. My semi-erect cock nestles between the cleft of your ass. I run my hands from your ass, around the front of your thighs to wash what had been below the water. I trail my fingertips and nails lightly up your inner thighs. You try to press against my fingers as they glide up beside your pussy, but my hands continue onto your hips, never quite touching your pussy.
I bend my head and nuzzle the back of your neck as my hands start rubbing at the middle of your belly, toying with the jewelry dangling from your belly button. I slowly rub in ever-widening circles. My soap-slick hands caressing back and forth across your smooth belly and up along your ribs.
I nibble your ear as my hands slip upward, taking your breasts in my big, warm palms. Your breasts fill my large hands. I feel your hot nipples poking into my flesh as I circle my palms across them. My fingers close, squeezing and kneading your tender titties. My thumbs press inward, capturing your nipples against the sides of my hands. I squeeze and tug them, rolling them with my thumbs. I pinch them harder until your slippery flesh squirts from my grasp. I quickly grab and pinch them again, milking them with my hands.
I trace my tongue around the outer shell of your ear. My breath falling warm and moist inside it. My tongue goes round and round in smaller circles, licking the inner shell before wiggling wetly into the center of your ear. I moan into your ear, hearing you moan and pant in return.
"Fuck me", you say.
"No", is my reply.
"No?... Please, Baby?", you plead.
"No, my Angel. I'm not going to 'fuck' you... yet," I say, with a smile in my voice. "First I'm going to love you."
So saying, I glide my right hand down your belly, until my fingers comb through the hair on your mound. My left arm crosses your chest. I take your right tit into my left hand and tighten my arm, pulling you hard against my chest.
I cup your pussy in my hand and squeeze it with slow pulses. You moan out loud and try to thrust your pussy harder against my hand, but I keep up just a light pressure. I feel your body trembling against me in frustration.
