The lights are off, candlelight flickering, and I'm relaxing in a tub of hot water with my neck resting against the rim of the tub. It's been a bitch of a day, and I need to unwind. I smile when I hear the bathroom door open, and I watch you slowly take your clothes off before joining me in the large claw-footed tub. You leave your hair down because I love to run my fingers through it. You face away from me to sit between my legs, but I turn you around so that you're straddling my lower stomach. I wrap my arms around your waist and hug you close, loving the weight of you on me. It makes me tingle all over and breathless in the best way possible. Your breath tickles my neck, and I shiver. I feel you smile and a light kiss is pressed against the corner of my jaw. I turn to look at you, and you smile at me from beneath your eyelashes.
Something flutters in my heart and it makes me even more breathless than I was before, and I cup the back of your neck to bring you close for a kiss. Your soft lips press against mine, and I can't stop myself from licking gently at your bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. I could kiss you forever, I think. I cup water in my hands and bring them up to your neck so the water runs down your back.
I push you away slightly, and you sigh as you sit up on my stomach. I reach for a washcloth and dip it into the water and soon I'm lathering it with the almond-scented soap. Dropping the soap back in the tray, I gently drag the cloth up your neck and down your shoulders, watching the bubbles shimmer in the candlelight. Your head tips back as I move down each of your arms, carefully washing each of your fingers. The steam from the hot water is dampening your hair and small tendrils curl around your face, and I don't think I've ever seen anything more erotic. Teasing, I wash across your stomach and laugh a bit because I know it tickles you. I soap your breasts and let the cloth drop into the water with a wet smack. I rinse you off, so gently, and you rock against me as I cup your breasts in my hands. Your nipples are already hard, and I lightly roll them between my fingers fascinated with the way you arch into my touch. Droplets of water catch the flickering light, and I lean forward to lick at the ones on your neck. Your pulse is beating fast against my lips, and I swirl my tongue against it before pulling the skin into my mouth.
Reaching for the discarded washcloth, I release your neck and re-soap the material. I tell you to hold your hair out of the way, and you twist it in your hands on the back of your head. I wash your back and can't resists sucking your nipple deep into my mouth. I feel your moan vibrating against my lips, and I rub your nipple with the tip of my tongue, making the flesh harden even more. Once I'm satisfied your back is clean, I drop the washcloth and move to your other breast as I rinse you off. I look up into your face and there's that fluttering feeling again - your eyes are closed and your mouth is opened slightly, and I can see the tip of your tongue wetting your lips occasionally. When I pull away from your breasts, your eyes open and you let go of your hair, wrapping your arms around my neck and kissing me hard. I open my mouth to your tongue and moan as it slides against mine. Blindly, I try to find the discarded cloth so I can continue bathing you.
You release my lips and smile down at me. I smile back and rest my ear against your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat. I feel your fingers carding through my hair, and I wish we could stay like this forever. I gently press a kiss over your heart before resuming my abandoned task of bathing you. I run the soapy cloth down each of your legs, smiling when you jerk against me when I wash the bottoms of your feet. Leaning back, I re-soap the cloth for the last time and reach between your thighs. I wash carefully, paying particular attention to your clit. You watch me intently as I circle it, and you rock against my hand. Grinning, I stop and move on to your ass. After I'm sure you're clean, I wring out the washcloth and toss it in the general direction of the hamper. I lift you carefully and lean back against the tub as I slip my hand between us. I circle your clit with one finger, and I smile as you start to breathe even harder than you were before. The small bit of flesh hardens under my fingers, and I roll it gently between my fingertips. Your hips jerk forward and a loud moan comes from deep in your chest. My fingers slide back and, god, you're so wet and it has nothing to do with the warm water around us. You lift up to your knees to give me better access, and I slip two fingers in you. You contract around them, and I can never get used to how hot and tight you are inside. You're already good for three fingers, so I slide a third in along with the first two. I move them slowly, in and out, watching as your hips rock in time with the thrusts. Your hands drop to the sides of the tub to give you better balance, and you fuck yourself on my hand. The water churns around us as you fuck yourself harder. Your mouth has dropped open and small, breathy whimpers are released every time you inhale and exhale. I curl my fingers, and I feel you get firmer yet softer as you come. There is nothing more beautiful than you during your orgasm. I continue to lightly fuck you through it until you tell me to stop, that it's too much.
You collapse against me, nuzzling into my neck. I hold you close as your breathing slows. I feel you relax into sleep, and I hug you tighter. I decide we can stay like this until the water cools.
