Author note… this is a continuation of an earlier story. If at the end you find yourself wanting more of this couple, comment seduce me.
The silk of your hair was soft against my chest as you slept, your breathing even and deep. I watched you in the dim light, my body still humming with the memory of our encounter. You were magnificent, a canvas of pleasure that I had only just begun to paint.
I shifted, careful not to wake you, and slipped from the bed. My body was a coiled spring of energy, my mind already racing with what I wanted to do next. I had a plan, a new way to push you, to take you to places you’d only dreamed of.
I went into the bathroom, lighting the candles I’d placed there earlier. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air, a calming, sensual aroma. I filled the claw-footed tub with hot water, adding a few drops of the expensive oil I’d bought just for this occasion.
I returned to the bedroom, my eyes on you. You are so beautiful, your skin still flushed from our lovemaking, your lips slightly parted. I felt a surge of possessiveness, a primal urge to mark you, to make you mine in every way possible.
“Wake up,” I said, my voice a low rumble.
You stirred, your eyes fluttering open. “What time is it?” You asked, your voice husky with sleep.
“Time for round two,” I replied, a smirk playing on my lips. I held out my hand. “Come with me.”
You take my hand, your trust in me absolute. I led you into the bathroom, your eyes widening at the sight of the candlelit tub.
“It’s beautiful,” you breathed.
“Not as beautiful as you,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. I help you into the tub, the hot water enveloping you like a silken embrace. After a moment I join you, settling behind you and pulling you back against my chest.
“Just relax,” I murmured, my hands beginning to roam over your wet skin. “Let me take care of you.”
My touch was deliberate, worshipful. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, how much I cherished you. I wash you with a soft cloth, paying attention to every curve and hollow of your body. I took my time with your breasts, circling your nipples until they were pebbled and aching. I moved down your stomach, my fingers tracing the line of your hips, dipping between your legs to gently clean the evidence of our joining.
You melt into me, your body pliant and receptive. The heat of the water, combined with my gentle ministrations, was lulling your into a state of blissful relaxation. But I wasn’t finished with you yet.
I shifted in the tub, moving to kneel in front of you. I take your foot in my hands, my thumbs pressing into the arch. You moan, a soft sound of pleasure. I work my way up your calf, my strong fingers kneading your tired muscles. I repeat the process with your other leg, my touch firm and sure.
By the time I reached your thighs, you qre panting, a new fire building in your belly. I pushed your legs apart, my eyes dark with desire as I stare at you, at the part of you that was still pink and swollen from our earlier encounter.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “Every inch of you.”
I leaned forward, my breath warm against your sensitive flesh. And then I taste you. Your taste is intoxicating, a sweet, musky flavor that went straight to my head. I ear you with a single-minded focus, my tongue exploring every fold and crevice, finding all the places that make you gasp and moan.
I found your clit, swollen and sensitive, and I began to suckle it, my tongue flicking against the tiny bundle of nerves. You become lost in desire and sensation as you throw your head back…. entwining your fingers in my hair. The sounds you make start to drive me wild, and I felt my own desire rising, a fierce, demanding need.
I slid a finger inside you then another, my crooked fingers finding that spot deep inside you that makes you see stars. The dual stimulation is too much for you and before I can prolong the desire, your orgasm crashes over you, a blinding wave of pleasure that leaves you breathless and shaking.
I don’t stop, my mouth and fingers working together to draw out your pleasure, to push you to the brink of pain and pleasure. You are sobbing, your body convulsing, lost in a sea of sensation. This time I sense the moment where I know you can’t take any more….. I pull back suddenly, leaving you gasping, pleading and spent.
I help you out of the tub, my body a steady presence beside you. I wrap you in a thick, fluffy towel, my hands gentle as I dry and caress you. I lean down and pick you up, then carry you back to the bedroom, but instead of the bed, I bring you to a low, padded bench that I’d placed in the center of the room, where I place you on your feet gently.
“Bend over,” I commanded, my voice a low growl.
You do as I command, your hands gripping the edges of the bench. Your trust in me is a powerful aphrodisiac. I position you with your legs spread, your ass high in the air. You are a vision, a perfect offering of submission and desire.
I kneel behind her, my hands spreading your cheeks. I feel the familiar surge of possessiveness, the primal urge to claim you as mine. I coated my fingers with lubricant, my touch gentle but firm.
“Relax,” I soothed, my fingers gently circling your tight entrance. “Remember how good it felt before? Let me make you feel good again.”
I work one finger inside, then another, stretching you gently. Your body is so responsive, so eager for my touch. The discomfort is momentary and then it vanishes for you, replaced by a deep, intense pleasure that has you moaning and pushing back against me.
Slowly, I remove my fingers, and again I fell the familiar surge of anticipation. I position myself, the blunt head of my cock pressing against your tight asshole. I push forward slowly, savoring the exquisite stretch, the tight heat of her body welcoming me. After a moment, there is the familiar pop, when the head enters completely. A little at a time, I work slowly and steadily, a little in a little out until I fill you completely, my hips pressing against her ass.
I begin to move, my strokes slow and deep at first. Each thrust is a deliberate act of possession, a silent claim on your body and soul. I reach around, my fingers find your clit, my touch knowing and sure. I know your body, know what you need, what you crave more than air…..
The combination of my deep, steady thrusts and the expert stimulation on your clit is your undoing. I could feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching around me as you climb that peak again.
Your orgasm crashes through you with the force of a tidal wave. You scream… a raw, primal sound of pure ecstasy that is the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. Your body convulses around me, the rhythmic clenching of your muscles push me closer to my own edge.
I don’t stop, though. I keep thrusting, my hips slapping against her legs and ass, my balls slapping against your dripping pussy, my fingers still working your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you are a sobbing, writhing mess beneath me.
Just when I knew you are on the verge of collapse, I shift my angle, placing my foot in the bench, driving me deeper and hitting a fresh spot deep inside you that sends a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over you. Without warning; you scream again as a larger wave of pleasure…. a tsunami of feelings rips through ever nerves in your body. Your mouth opens to scream but the sensation is so strong, no noise escaped from your mouth….. And then you are cumming again. This time your voice returns in another screaming orgasm that is even more intense than the last two. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, your mind lost to the overwhelming pleasure.
That was all it took. The sight of you so completely lost in pleasure, the feel of your body convulsing around me, it is my undoing. I follow you over the edge with a guttural groan, my body tensing as I found my own release, my hot seed flooding you. It was a primal, possessive act, a silent claim …. that…. You…. Are…. Mine.
I collapse on top of you, my weight a welcome anchor in the storm of your pleasure. We lay there for a long time, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
I finally move, pulling you into my arms and carrying you to the bed. I settle you against me, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasms.
“You’re amazing,” I said, my voice soft. “Absolutely amazing.”
You smile proudly, a lazy, sated smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that I felt more than heard. “Get some rest,” I said, my fingers stroking your hair. “We’re not done yet.”
You close her eyes, a thrill of anticipation running through you. The night was still young, and I knew, with a certainty that thrilled me to my core, that I would spend the rest of it showing you just how much you mean to me.
