Bath

Note: All characters in this story are above the age of 18.

I am spent, and tired. Him lying next to me with an arm draped over my chest in a protective hold. I feel safe and relaxed with him, my mind at ease. His sweat and mine making our skin stick together like glue.

He turns to me and smiles. "I think we should get you cleaned up" He says as he takes a look at my hair sticking to my forehead and neck. "And rub some aloe on your skin to ease the sting. What about a bath sweetie?" His voice changing from the possessive and seductive tone that makes me wet and aching for him, to a gentler and caring one that makes my thoughts foggy and puts a smile on my face.

I nod my head as I nuzzle it into his embrace, wanting to stay like this for a little longer but also feeling the sheets stick to me in a not-so-comfortable way. He shifts and sits up going to run the bath.

As I've eased my body into the bath, hot enough to sting a bit at first but soon warming my body and easing me into relaxation again. After I've gotten settled and can forget about the stinging on my backside I close my eyes and rest my head against the wall.

"Is it warm enough sweetheart?" He says as he enters with towels from the closet.

I smile and say "perfect" while he starts to get in with me. I shift slowly to make room for him behind me. After we're settled he wraps his arms around me and brings his face to my neck, breathing deeply as he plants gentle kisses on my skin.

After a few moments like this he reaches for the soap and lathers his hands with it, creating bubbles as it foams. I lean forward for him to spread it over my back, neck, and shoulders. He massages it into my skin and I can feel my muscles relax under his touch. His hands roam over my body, cleaning our sweat and juices from my skin. Even after our evening together I'm still warm inside for him and ready for more of his touch.

I can feel his roughened hands over my breasts and especially my nipples when he closes his fingers around them, always teasing them into hardness. I lean my head back enjoying his hands on me yet again. I can never get tired of his hands.

The heat leftover from before is stoked again with his touch, though different from the pure lust we were experiencing earlier that evening. This one is gentle and slow, sensual. They both make me ache in different ways, but he always cures it. Well, almost always, sometimes he lets it simmer until I can't bear it any longer and my body is a writhing mess for his touch.

I know he's feeling the same way because his hardness is pressing against my now clean skin. I always love feeling him get hard against me. My clit is pulsing, waiting for his hands to wander down my torso. He takes his time, finishing cleaning my front and moving to my thighs. His hands squeeze and pull at my flesh, and I can feel his cock pulsing against my back. My inner walls clenching at the thought of him inside me again.

He moves his hands further up my thighs, still cleaning me along the way but making a mess of things elsewhere. He swiftly cups me between my legs and pushed his fingers inward, putting pressure where my blood has been focusing. I let out a small whimper, feeling possessed again in such a fucking good way. My body molded against his I let him have me and give him what he earned. He moves his hand around in circles a bit before pushing two fingers forward into my warm flesh and dragging them upward to press against my clit.

I turn my head to look at him and see a lovely welcoming spot for my mouth. I gently bite and suck on a part of his neck, claiming him as mine as well. His other hand that has been around my waist snakes it's way between my breasts and finds it spot on my throat. He squeezes gently and my little spurt of dominance is gone as submission takes it's place. My body relaxing on its own into his as his mouth pulls up on one side. He's always loved the affect that has had on me, and has taken full advantage of it.

"I think you're clean enough babygirl, I need some cleaning too." His cock twitches as he says this, telling me exactly what he wants cleaned. I turn myself around slowly, trying not to spill water from the tub. I find my spot on his lap, straddling his waist and his cock right below my hips. I grab the soap from where he left it and start cleaning his body as well. I always take my time doing this since I enjoy feeling him everywhere and taking care of his body as he does mine.

I clean his hair as well with shampoo and conditioner, massaging each into his scalp when I do. His eyes closed and a light smile on his face. I enjoy seeing him relax like this as I do. When his body is clean as well his cock is still hard and poking me in a delightful way.

"Can I? Please?" I ask him, as I always must.

"If I'm not inside you in the next few moments I don't care how much water gets spilled on the floor, I will find my way in." He tells me as he pulls my face to his in a kiss.

May be continued...