The Morning After …
Robbie's Ramblings: Me (Robbie) again. This one's mine … kinda smutty, but not too graphic. If that bothers ya, turn around now! J Enjoy … I love the feedback!
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Abby wakes up, entwined in the arms of another human being following a hiatus from any such experience. It is a good feeling; the warmth of soft skin touching skin, bleeding forth love from the pores and every other orifice imaginable, the sensation of a gradual upheaval of chest in whispered breaths against a drowsy head, lethargic from contented sleep. Lazily, she draws her tepid eyes upward, gazing adoringly upon his closed eyelids, silently admiring his chiseled but delicate features.
Nestled in the crook of his arm, her hand slowly rises from the tangled heap of cottony sheets and contorted limbs to trace a languid pattern across his bare chest, moving in rhythm with the gentle rise and fall of his breaths. She inhales, breathing in his scent. It engulfs her, thrilling her senses with an unexpected jolt of invigorating energy. All the while, a pale covering of sunlight bathes the room in natural radiance that is both soothing and serene to the drowsy eye.
Still, slipping from his tender grasp and the confines of the twisted bed sheets, she winces, blinking away the pain of the bright light reflecting into her eyes. Standing up to full height, she pauses to catch a fleeting glance of his sleeping figure. She marvels at his beauty and innocence in slumber, reaching out to graze a single finger along his cheekbone to verify his existence. He remains still as death, the soft caress of his breaths fluttering against her finger the only evidence that he is very much alive.
With an absentminded smile that could illuminate a city, she tiptoes across the room and removes his heavy fabric robe from a hook on the door. Silently, she slips the garment, many sizes too big, onto her exposed body. The aged white terry-cloth, velvety-soft from use, cascades about her slight figure, leaving her body swimming in folds of fabric that reek of his scent. Again, she is fixed in place, entranced and enthralled by the adverse effects it takes on her body, carrying her into a picture-perfect fantasy land.
She pads across the room, entering the adjacent bathroom without a sound. She gently closes the door, not noticing as he stirs in the bed, watching her fleeting figure disappear behind the woodwork. The over-sized robe falls to the floor in a heap that vaguely resembles a dollop of rich whipped cream atop a steaming mug of hot chocolate. That thought is appealing as she steps over a dirty towel towards the large tub. She carefully reaches out and turns the faucet which reacts with a lackadaisical groan before springing to life as the tranquil sound of running water splashing in droplets against the ceramic fills her ears.
As the balmy water fills the tub, she languidly bustles about the small room, neatening clutter from the aftermath of the beginnings of a live-in-relationship and gathering a series of commodities with which to heighten her experience. The heat rising from the tub in wisps of cloud-like steam begins to warm the room into a balmy sauna, tinting the mirrors with a gauzy layer of vapor. Perched delicately on the edge of the tub, she begins to empty a slippery liquid into the frothy water. Upon contact, the translucent pink-tinted liquid foams into a glutinous covering of bubbles. She extends a tentative toe and places it into the tub, testing the temperature. The sharp contrast with her own chilled foot sends a rejuvenated chill down her spine. Following a sigh of contentment that escapes her lips, she slips under the blanket of bubbles, the suds engulfing her limbs. Contented, her sluggish eyes droop closed.
She's nearly re-escaped into the land of slumber when the door creaks open and he stealthily enters the room. Conveniently lacking clothing already, he tiptoes over to where her head rests and presses a soft, loving kiss upon her temple. His lips linger on her brow as her crack eyes open and her features are engulfed in another electric smile. It's now his turn to admire her natural glow. Still silent, he brushes his lips across her forehead, kissing away the beads of perspiration that have gathered adjacent to her hairline.
She tilts her head backwards, meeting his lips with a furious passion. While particles of his smell smash and collide together as they absorb into her nasal cavity, his taste explodes in her mouth. His tongue against hers, mouth to mouth, is sweet and salty, both rough and warm. She moans, a deep throaty sound that resonates into his eardrum and slowly becomes a guttural growl, begging him for impassioned intensity. His hands snake forward, grasping her cheekbones. Coarse thumbs gently massage the sides of her face as they draw apart, pausing to catch a breath.
And breathe they do, in synchronized harmony, heaving pants, quickening hearts. Vigorous passion raises the temperature of the already steamy room. Their foreheads remain touching; two sets of eyes lastingly lingering upon the gaze of the other. A devilish smile spreads across his face.
His mouth moves towards her ear, gently nibbling on the lower lobe; teasingly flicking his tongue back and forth across the silky skin. He leans in closer, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear. His voice is deep and husky, exerting a warm flow of air upon the side of her face that send a pleasing tingle down her spine.
"Can I come in?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
He rises from his hunched position on the floor, lifting a long, toned leg into the tub. She adjusts her position to make room for him to sit behind her. As he leans down, she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him to her for another ardent kiss.
"You take too long," she whispers.
"I'm here now," he counters, gazing adoringly into her eyes. Her eyes dance with a flame that has suddenly been ignited by his presence. Raw, zealous passion emits from her gaze as he simply stares at her. They've squeezed themselves into the tub together; her leaning up against his chest, nestled between his thigh and the side of the tub.
"Kiss me." A fiery explosion in her soft brown eyes dares him to refuse, all the while making it impossible to do so.
He complies, pulling her body against his. Hands begin to roam, grasping, groping for something to hold onto. Water sloshes from the side of the tub, but they are oblivious. Butterfly kisses, airy and light flutter across both bodies, heating soft patches of exposed skin with warmth and pleasure.
He cups her breast in his hand, tickling it with his tongue as she digs her fingernails repeatedly into his back, arching her body. Together they soar to new heights, mouths and teeth grazing places previously unimaginable. They've let go, lost touch with the world around them. Fingers twitch and roam. Her hands massage the skin along his collarbone, feathering it with an aftermath of kisses. They're whispering each others names, begging for absolution, for conclusion, for love.
She shivers in delight, pulling on the fine hair at the back of his head. At once, his forehead meets hers with a magnetic effect, meshing perspiration. His eyes meet hers, questioning as she nods, breathing heavily. She groans in approval, whispering kinky assurances into his ears as he deftly rearranges their bodies. Something hot and hard presses against her upper thigh, goading her arousal further. She knows that she has the power to do this to him and it feels good.
"Wait, John, we don't have a condom." Disappointment colors her tone, dampening the fervor.
"Then we'll make a baby." She draws a shuddering breath, gazing into his eyes questioningly, seeing only the love he holds and the smile that thrills her.
"John Carter, make love to me."
And he does, nimbly entering her. Again and again, they thrust; gaining intensity … pulsing, throbbing, and clinging. The world goes black beneath her closed eyelids, she's on the verge of climax when bursts of color erupt like fireworks across a dark sky. She's trembling so hard, she can almost hear the pulsating beat of the fiery decorations as he reaches his own, empting inside of her.
Exhausted but contented, they collapse into the chilling water. She bites her lip and smiles at him, fueled solely by adrenaline.
She grins lopsidedly, "Again?"
"Anything for you, Abby, my love," He teases gently.
Giggling like schoolchildren, they jump out of the cold tub, now shivering from the sudden drop in temperature. She wraps herself in a huge towel, and he does likewise. Turning from behind, he lifts her over his shoulder and carries her, giggling all the way, into the bedroom.
"You know …" he murmurs softly against her ear, nuzzling the side of her neck as he reaches the bed and sets her down like a porcelain doll among fluffy pillows. He begins to drop flowery kisses along her cheekbone.
"Hmm …?" She moans in approval, in satisfaction.
"That's the first time we've done it in the bathtub …"
"There's a first time for everything …" She watches a grin of childish delight spread across his face as he leans in for a sweet kiss …
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