refreshed from the bathing?

. . . . the pressure wouldn’t let up . . . strong; demanding & insistent . . . slowly she wakes . . . she needs to pee! bad!!!!!!! not even wanting the dreams to continue could dispel that need . . . she rose and shuffling into the bathroom, hoped the dream would return . . . because so far it was a very nice one . . . relieved, she went back to her bed, alone now, but maybe in a few minutes . . . she’d be back in his arms, waiting . . . wanting . . .

laying back against the side of the tub, he felt the last of her tremors coursing thru her – almost a shiver, but the soft moan that accompanied each one and the pulsing he could still feel against his softening flesh said otherwise – he was quiet, stroking her back lightly, brushing the wet and tousled hair away from her face – and he watched her – and she stirred just a little and then she was looking at him – warm eyes looking into him, touching him where he had not had anyone for so long – as he felt his eyes weaken, he was glad they were both so wet, to hide his tears.

‘look what a mess we’ve made’ he says – and not thinking they had been that out of control, she looked outside the tub and seeing no spills, she realized he was talking of the sticky mess between them – his abundance smeared on them, coating her skin and spread over and into the wet curls of his stomach – reaching for the soap once more and rubbing the soap into a lather, she cups his softening cock, washing him – slowly, leisurely and is rewarding with a twitch – faint, but filled with promise – she takes her time washing the matted hair on his belly, playing in the suds covered tummy hair, shaping it, trying to write bad words – he grabbed a towel draped close by and pats her face dry; then his and dries her hair a little – wet and dripping is okay in the tub; damp or semi dry is better suited for where they were headed – to bed; where he would take her, like she wanted – or so he thought.

she slid to the side of him and he stood to dry himself; warm still from the bath and he was aware she was watching him - and as the toweling took the wetness away, she stroked his skin with her fingers; her nails lightly dragging along his thighs, teasing him again; and rewarded for her efforts, she notes his prick swell – stepping out of the tub, he finishes drying and then offers his hand to help her out – she comes into his arms, slippery and wet and he wraps her up in a towel – and in his arms – kissing her lightly, rubbing her dry - and looking at her wondered how he got this lucky.

the mirror, still steamy, began to clear and as he dried her, began to see glimpses of her – a flash of thigh, the sweep of her hips, the curve of her breast – she turned to see what held his gaze, and saw both of them – and she liked what she saw and reached to guide his lips to her – as they watched, he kissed her neck, nibbled her ears and breathed warm – and the warmth spread as his hands began to touch her, the fullness of her breast, the hard tips – stoking and pulling them sent shivers thru her and she leaned back against him and surrendered to his touch – down over her stomach to tangle in the wet curls – dipping lower, he caressed her lips – still swollen – still wet.

a moan escaped her lips as his finger slipped between them – as he continued kissing her neck, his other hand stroked first one breast, then the other – and his finger dipped lower – deeper – and she felt the pleasure building and squirmed against him – felt his erection against her ass – hot and hard – one finger became two, as he pushes them deeper inside her – her sensitive clit trapped between them – tugged delightfully as he pulls his wet fingers from her – her moaning increased as he continues fucking his finger into her wet cunt – his weight pushed her forward, her arms coming away from him to hold her away from the mirror – and as she leaned forward, she felt him begin to slide down her – his lips continued to touch her – the nape of her neck, along her spine and finally he reached the swell of her ass.

his tender kisses stopped – and were quickly replaced with little nips – bites on her tender ass – and the sharp fleeting pain she felt combined with the pleasure his hands were still creating – as he lowered himself, he was able to push his fingers deeper into her – harder into her – his nibbling covered her cheeks – between them – lower still and then she felt his licking her there – and the feelings he created as he rimmed her ass, his hands as he pulled on her tits, the fingers that were being forced into her wetness began to overwhelm her – and her moans became louder still – she could feel the pressure building – she would cum for him – cum on him.

bending forward, she pushed back against him – with one hand, she reached behind her to hold him harder against her – his tongue slipping and sliding around her ass – around her pussy lips, stuffed with his fingers – tasting her – pleasuring her – as he withdrew his fingers, a moan escaped her – she missed them before they were even gone – he slowed, and she felt him looking at her sweet slit – swollen, wet and as he licked her, up and down, slowly, she squirmed and softly moaned.

she felt him turning her, felt him kissing her thighs and teasing with his tongue – then felt him spreading her legs, his mouth over her twat and lapped at her - his tongue licked into every fold, down into her open cunt, circling around her clit - she shut her eyes, floating on each tickle of his skilled tongue - he parted her pussy lips, sucking and nibbling at the pink flesh inside, her breathless sighs audible in the quiet room - she slowly rolled her hips, signaling a desire for more - his moistened fingers played at her ass, teasing the opening, pushing but lightly - rapidly working them over the sensitive flesh as he flicked his tongue over her shiny clit - he never lost contact with the little swollen button, gently taking her puffed up clit between his teeth - tongueing, teasing - her hips began a slow grind and he grabbed her as and pulled her pussy hard against his mouth – he thrust his tongue deep into her slit – she groaned with pleasure - her cunt jerking again and again - wild bucking of her hips.

she reached down and spread her lips for him - she was wide open as he pulled her clit into his mouth - she continued to hump his face - his tongue dug deep into her, then returned to her hardened clit – and it started - deep inside her - and she grabbed the back of his head, holding his face to her aching pussy - rocking against his eager mouth - and her back arched as she continued to ride his tongue – and she went stiff in convulsive orgasm - the sensation was out of this world – her groans loud in the confined space - he stayed down on her, feeling her tremors as she got her breath back - he slid up and kissed her – and as he faced her, she looked at him – kissed his mouth – and tasted herself on his lips – smelled herself in his beard – and the smells and the scents made her want more.