She opened her mouth and licked the water from her lips.
"No. No more distractions from you, beautiful." He pressed against her and kissed her, hard. The water swirled warmly around his skin in a subtly sensual caress he'd never known before. His knees tangled between hers against the tub's bottom and her fingers caught against his shoulders, skipping, slick with water one moment, then grabbing to a dryer spot. The sensation was teasing his nerves and he accidentally and gently bit down on her lower lip.
"Unh…"
That was pleasurable to her? That opened up interesting avenues in their lovemaking. He sat back on his haunches and surveyed his captive. She slid her hands down over his arms braced behind her, arching her back to show off…something he desperately wanted to see.
He'd meant it earlier when he said he wanted to feel every tiny millimeter of her skin as he undressed her. It would be interesting to see how difficult her clothing would be to remove now that it was wet.
Optimus reached forward and pulled her into an upright position. His hands slid from under her arms to rub the wet silky material across her collarbone. He followed the straps over her shoulders and down back to her waist where he gathered the material to peel it upwards.
Their eyes locked and he began. He grazed fingers and thumbs onto every exposed inch of skin he could reach, even going so far as to slide his hands around front of her to traverse her stomach again. The backs of his fingers were abraded by her lacy bra and she obligingly lifted her arms for him to remove the top completely. When they reached her arms, he cupped them, wrapped his wet fingers around her warmth and stroked upwards. Careful of her head, he removed the top and tossed it over to the right and heard it land with a wet plop on the tiled floor.
His eyes ate at her, feeding on the tanned, golden skin revealed new to him. She brought up her hands from the water and trailed them up his abdomen. Warm.
He shuddered and leaned over to hold her close, wrapping his arms around her again. He couldn't seem to get enough of her body against his and this felt so very good without the burden of…clothing…
Her bra was still there. And her denim skirt.
With a purpose in mind, he brushed his lips against her carotid artery, savoring the pulse throbbing there, and hooked a finger from each hand under each strap of her bra. They slid off her shoulders and he followed them down her back to the clasp and unhooked it.
She inhaled sharply when he leaned back and pulled the complicated garment away from her chest.
He tossed it aside and she twitched her gaze up at him, shyly.
"Beautiful."
And they were. Rosy-tipped, they just made his hands ache to touch them, palm them. Instead, he cupped her face with his hands and brought her up to a higher kneel to kiss him again.
He groaned when the tight tips tickled against his chest and in response, he slid his hands down her back to crush her against him, deepening the kiss.
She felt so right against him, except for the denim rasping against his penis.
His hands reached the waist-band of her skirt. He slid his fingers beneath it and ran them around to the button he'd spied before. The material was tricky to work, wet, but he succeeded in undoing the button and zipper. He pushed her skirt and something else down her hips and she obliged him by wriggling out of them and dropping them over the edge of the tub, herself.
Naked. The both of them Nude. He breathed deeply in anticipation of this small consummation of their foreplay. Skin to skin, finally.
He reverently brought her body against his and was immediately glad they were kneeling. Dizzy with sensation. Dizzy. He could do nothing but hold on to her slight frame, hold on and thoroughly enjoy the warmth and wetness and curves of this amazing woman. He knew she was the first human female he'd encountered sexually, but to be honest with himself, no femme had ever made him feel like this.
To be even more honest with himself, he'd never been human before, either.
What a race this was, to have such tactility at their fingertips, to experience such delights of skin and fabric and water…temperature changes so infinitesimal that he'd never even notice in his protoform.
He shuddered and felt that most sensitive part of himself slide hot against Maggie's stomach. Oh, what a sensation.
His testicular sack drew taut between his legs. It brought with it a need to rock his hips against hers, much as they had earlier, dancing. He did so and the slide of her skin against his oh-so-eager penis made him drop back and sit flat on his aft…ass…
Maggie grinned into his stunned expression and as she waded towards him like some watery fantasy, he scooted back against the side of the tub.
"My turn." She countered back to him as she pinned his broad shoulders with her tiny hands and straddled his lap. He groaned as that soft, soft feminine part of her brushed against his erection. His hands just naturally drifted to her hips, but instead of tickling, she shuddered and opened her knees to settle more firmly against him.
She leaned in to kiss him before he could think and rubbed her core, which was impossibly hotter than the water, up and down his penis. He wanted inside her so badly and he didn't really understand the full reason why. It just felt like that was the next step.
She did something with her hips and all of a sudden, while kissing his mouth with incredible mercy, she centered herself over his tip, swirled a bit, and plunged down on him.
"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" He almost overloaded at that very moment.
Hot. So hot. A different kind of wet, thicker and soooooo wonderfully tight.
"G-gah." She moved. Up. Then down. Oh, Merciful Sentience. Rhythm. That's what he needed. He rocked up into her, matching her movements, but Primus, it was hard to hold back! He knew from interfacing with femmes that if she didn't overload with him, the experience would be…shallow…
He slid his hands up from her hips, up the indentation of her waist, over her ribs and finally to knead her breasts. Her kissing became almost frantic and she started moaning into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed the sounds and gave back a few, himself.
So close, oh so hard to hold back. He couldn't help it, he pumped faster up into her, leaning forward, onto his knees. She was near to floating in the water beneath him, only his arms supporting her. Her breathing shattered into erratic puffs against his neck as she held on with arms and legs wrapped around him. Water splashed around them, heightening the sensations building as he went faster and faster. The more he moved, the more he wanted to move, the closer he got to overload.
She screamed in his ear right as he felt her tighten interior muscles against him, convulsing in orgasm. "YES! Ah…" He quickly followed her into overload…orgasm…it pulsed through his testicles, his penis, what felt like into her…
He enjoyed a few jolting aftershocks, kneeling on all fours in the bathtub with her wrapped fully around him.
He wrapped his arms around her and crawled over, closer to the side of the tub and arranged the both of them to recover in a more comfortable position. She nuzzled under his chin and he kept her tucked under one arm, rubbing one hand over the knob of her shoulder affectionately.
He kissed the top of her head.
He felt her take a breath and say, "Now about that bath…"
