(thanks to everyone for the feedback and I apologize for the delay in getting this installment done. There's still more to come. I hope this was worth the wait.)
...we snuck out of the theatre, still a little flushed and inspired by what had just transpired. You looked back at me as if to say, "how are the legs, honey?" I saw the wink you flashed as you scurried just out of my reach, evading the pinch that your bottom was about to receive. On the way home, your hand strayed across the seat, over to my thigh and then up to my crotch where you started stroking and squeezing me...feeling my semi-hard cock. You lean over and start whispering evil, wicked and delicious things, knowing how I loved hearing them. I had heard you talk to me before and spin tales of sensuality and eroticism, but somehow this was different. I knew that you weren't finished with me; not by a long shot. Somehow that made things even more exciting and I could feel my cock stirring back to fullness as you kept up your touches.
Even before we had the door open, you were kissing me and clutching at me, drawing me deeper into your passion. Somehow me managed to kiss and wriggle out of our clothes, throwing them off as we made our way into the bathroom. We paused only to turn the water on, kissing and touching as we waited for the temperature to rise. I felt so completely alive and aroused, even though you had just brought me to orgasm in the theatre a short time ago. I was swollen, hard and aching. I felt your skin against mine, still in awe of its silkiness to the touch. I moaned as I felt your hard nipples brush across my chest before I felt you press yourself against me. I could still feel some of my cum on your skin, and the room was filling with that heady, musky scent that often lingered in our bedroom after some of our more intense lovemaking.
