I eased her to her back, the taste of her lips on my tongue. But that sweet savor was replaced by her musky vaginal excretions as I buried my face in her crotch. I licked her to orgasm and then I rose up, creeping up her body, feeling every inch of smooth skin on mine as I went.
"Oh honey, that was great! I want you inside me now." Her wish was my command. As a matter of fact, by the time she'd finished saying it, I was inside her. I slipped in and out, taking my time, building up the friction and increasing the pleasure for us both. She moaned wordlessly and I pumped her. After another fifteen or twenty minutes our movements had speeded up and we were both grunting with animal passion. Finally I erupted inside her and she bit my lip as we kissed.
I rolled to the side, wet with our sweat and fluids. It was a wonderful feeling. I pulled her toward me to snuggle. But she wiggled free. "I have to pee," she said. I sensed an opportunity.
"Well, what if I don't let you go?" I had kept my arm around her. When I spoke, the arm tightened. She started to struggle.
"Honey! Do you want me to wet the bed?"
"No, but I might want you to wet me," I replied. Her eyes widened in shock. I'd never breached the subject of the latest fetish to catch my eye. She'd responded favorably the first time I spanked her. She'd struggled then, too, but I prevailed and she came before my hand wore out. Now she asks me to 'wear her out' regularly.
"What? You can't be serious!" But I was and she finally allowed me to lead her to the tub, rather than the toilet. I stepped into the tub and held her hand while she joined me. She giggled a little bit as I got on my back and pulled her left leg across me.
Once she was straddling me, she looked down. "You don't really expect me to pee on you, do you? I don't think I can go this way."