Author's note: So I haven't done creative writing in a while - and I've never done creative writing about sex so bear with me here! Also I totally wrote this with the help of my vibrator so .. I hope everything is copacetic here. I didn't even re-read it. LOL.
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I want to rent a nice hotel room somewhere in town. I'll let you know when to meet me there and leave a keycard at the front desk for you. When you arrive the first thing you'll notice is that the lights are off and the room is lit by vanilla scented candles with a few rose scented candles as well.
Music is playing quite softly. It's barely audible, but there. A subtle presence complimenting the scents of roses and vanilla. It's downtempo and classical, a non-intrusive piano with little other accompaniment.
It doesn't take too long for you to notice something else - the smell of pizza. Oregano, rosemary, garlic and onion, hot cheese, your favorite toppings .. it all wafts through the room from a box on the table. You smile and shut the door behind you quietly.
There is light coming from the bathroom where the door is barely ajar. You know I'm in there. You take the time to grab a slice of pizza and pour yourself a glass of wine from the bottle sitting in a bucket of ice just behind the pizza. You're like pretty hungry I imagine. After this you stroll to the bathroom door with wine in one hand and pizza in the other then nudge it open with your foot.
As predicted - I am there! In the tub, totally covered up to my collarbone in mountains of bubbles, and also eating pizza. I smile - of course I smile, and I set the crust down on the edge of the tub. I sink down in the water until it's at the bridge of my nose but you can see that I'm still smiling from the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. You can also see that I'm blushing quite a lot. I seem to be, all at once, shy and obviously wanting. Also very, very playful.
In comic fashion I arch a single eyebrow. It isn't truly seductive as much as it is ironically seductive. I don't need to say anything because we both know we're going to bang like bonobos tonight. Saying anything is ill-advised. Everything I have to say about seduction is corny and crass and better suited for the lyrics of a song by the Bloodhound Gang. I'm trying to be romantic as much as possible. I stay silent and blow a few bubbles. So sexy.
You laugh and sit on the floor across from me to eat your pizza. You're trying to hide it but you're blushing too. Yes, we are definitely going to bang like bonobos tonight.
I move to the edge of the tub and I can't take my eyes off of you. Why does the way you eat pizza turn me on? Why does everything you do turn me on? I could philosophize extensively about that but you're done with the pizza and taking your clothes off. My eyes widen in an inaudible expression of "yay!"
You take your shirt off and catch my eyes again. You lean over the tub, shirtless and bra-less, to give me a kiss. All pretense of being shy abandoned, I'm holding myself up out of the water and meeting you as you bend over. My hands are braced against the edge of the tub. It's a long kiss - the kind of kiss that makes you want to suffocate a little so it doesn't end.
It ends when I feel your hand groping my right breasts suddenly. At first I squeak. I'm surprised. You smile and I moan. I'm still trying to get closer to you and I might fall out of the tub. You hold on, and rub your thumb over my nipple. My affinity for sports bras hides the fact that I actually have c-cups and they are the perfect handful. You play with me for a moment, smiling into my cheek as you listen to the way my breathing hitches with lust.
"I've been thinking about you all day .. " You say and to that I say, "hashtag same."
You laugh again and pull away but I grab you by the hips. I start undoing your belt and I pull your pants down - fast. I'm very, very fast. I start on your underwear but you still my hands. I look up and you're smiling down at me - at how much I want this. I find I'm smiling too, and blushing again. I sink back into the bubbles to hide from your teasing looks as you remove the rest of your clothes.
I rest the back of my head against the porcelain and slip my hand between my legs. I'm so turned on. I've been turned on for a while now but it's completely sublime and overwhelming with you this close. I'm wet. The water does little to mask that I am very, very physically wanting. I want to be a showman so I begin to move my hand back and forth, stirring up how I feel. My breathing gets harder and ... I close my eyes, open my mouth and I moan so loudly. It is so honest about how much I crave you right now.
You basically crash into the water above me. Your hands are on my shoulders. Your knees are by my hips. Water splashes out of the tub along with a lot of the bubbles. You settle back and sit on my thighs. My knuckles graze the cleft between your legs and even from such a slight touch I can tell you are just as physically wanting as me.
I open my eyes and my hand stills. I'm looking you in the eyes. I moan again, but it is caught in my throat. This time it was unintentional. My hips strain upward. There's a moment of tense silence. The look on your faces seems to convey a calculating question that you're posing to yourself - "where do I begin" I am not nearly as composed.
"Come here?" I plead. You lean forward, bringing your face near to mine.
I reach up from the water and place my hands at the back of your neck - pulling you towards me but very gently. I'm trying not to start begging so quickly but I was already very worked up when you got here. You acquiesce and kiss me. Your hand goes to my breast again. The other arm slips behind my neck. I love the feeling of you on me, holding me, groping me, kissing me .. The noises that I make are happy and chipper at first but then all of your motions slow down. I start moaning in need again - totally breathless and still preferring more of you to oxygen.
You pull away from kissing me to put your mouth near my ear. "Tell me what you need." You're still massaging my breasts. I'm still moaning. I forget words. The inflection in my voice becomes even more needy as I process that I should probably respond to what you've said. You start whispering suggestions in my ear as your hand releases my breast and goes between my legs. You start stroking my clitoris as you tell me everything you want to do to me. There are some amazing options proposed yet none of this is helping me to find words. You bite my earlobe. I'm speechless still.
Your fingers linger and still, tensed against me for what you're sure I'm going to say. "Please, please, please ... " I discover a word. Just one. You shake your head. "Please Brittany." I can feel you smile against my cheek and lick my neck but you're still not giving me what I want. What I need. You lay on top of me in the water for a long moment while I catch my breath. I'm still straining against your fingers to try to get what I can't figure out how to ask for.
You're talking again - this time in calmer, dulcet tones. You tell me how pretty I sound, and so many other lovely things that you think of me. I'm so incredibly blissful and wanting, and it takes a moment but I find the words. My hands are still on the back of your neck, holding you close. Your ear is near to my mouth.