You kiss my forehead, my nose, me lips. You twirl your tongue around the fullness of my lips and push gently to allow your my tongue to embrace yours. You tell me to relax. You wonβt hurt me, ever. I know this already, but hearing you say it, seeing your eyes as you say it, makes me tremble. Gently you set me down in the large tiled shower. You circle me, taking me in, like youβve done so many times the past twenty four hours. The desire plays on your face like a wild fire against a blackened sky.
The warmth of your kisses on my neck send deep, far reaching spasms from head to toe. You wrap me in your arms, my nipples hard against your chest as you reach behind me and turn the water on a fine delicate, warm spray. You begin to lather me up in a sweet lilac rinse~the scent takes me and cradles me and I feel like an angel amidst the clouds. It is like you are transfixed, on a mission, touching me ever so delicately...treating me like a fine china doll...paying attention to all the details of my body, my senses...washing away all that bothers me, that makes me sad. I melt from your touch so easily. As I crumble to the cold shower floor, you catch me and lay me gently on your lap. While you are stroking my head, running your fingers through my hair as the water sprays over us, I reach for your hard, luscious cock, needing, wanting it so so much. I am able to feel how it is throbbing, pulsating. It excites me so much more. You stop me and kiss me wildly, pawing at my breasts, pinching my nipples. You maneuver so well. I do not realize you have my hands bound until I struggle to return the affection. I am surprised and stunned as I see your face. No smile now, just a desire so deep, so very deep~your eyes black reflective pools.