“The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her… her eyes were her own.” -Margaret Mitchell

I was in the tub with all the bubbles. It was warm. Candles were burning. It's my one escape when the day is over. It's during these baths that I close my eyes and escape. I find myself dreaming of another time and fantasizing of other places. Most nights my hands slip under the warm water and find the folds of my pussy. This night was no different. With my eyes closed I was gently massaging, feeling myself grow more and more aroused. I hadn't even parted my lips or begun to rub my clit. I was just enjoying my own touch on my body. With my left hand, I found one nipple and tugged, just a little. I love the tingling sensation that I get from having my nipples pinched.

I was so into my fantasy that I didn't even sense the presence of someone else in the room until I felt your hand brush my cheek. My eyes popped open to see you standing there by the tub completely erect. I wonder how long you'd been standing there. I started to sit up, but you nodded your head telling me to stay and finish. So I continued pleasuring myself while you watched until I was so close I couldn't stand it anymore.

I raised up out of the water and got on my knees in front of you. Your cock was so hard. It was begging for my lips. I kept one hand between my own legs, still enjoying my own touch, alternating between rubbing my clit and inserting 2 fingers in my pussy. I first licked your balls - one at a time, from the bottom almost back to your ass to the top. Then I traced my tongue from the base of your cock to the tip, taking extra time to lick the head where the precum had already appeared. I love to taste your cock. I love the feel of it in my mouth. The more I took in the more I excited I became. My pussy was dripping wet, not from the bath, but from my own juices. I sucked harder and harder on your dick and fingered myself harder and harder. When I felt the first burst of hot cum in my mouth it was all I needed to send me over the edge. I felt cum hitting the backing of my throat and my own pussy contracting around my fingers. It was incredible. As I swallowed I felt the last tremor from my own hand. I laid back in the tub trying to catch my breath from the intensity of it all.

I was tingling with anticipation. It was far from our first time, but it was an experience we hadn’t shared. We had more time, more freedom and we had the night.

His touch was … I fell on the bed and wanted to savor every moment, every kiss, every look, every sigh. I wanted to just breathe it all in and never let it out. We fucked so many times and in so many ways that I can’t even remember where we began. Our passion is so perfectly matched that it’s as if we were truly made for each other – my body was created for him, his body created for me.

Our clothes spent more time … over the chair, or piled in the floor than they spent on us. We stayed in bed most of the afternoon, leaving only once to run for a bite to eat in an effort to build up some energy. The rain began falling, which called us back to bed even faster. Every second was perfect.

We explored each other’s bodies completely, him pleasing me in every way, as no one ever has. I’ve never been so satisfied. I love his perfect, thick cock. It fills me and makes me scream. I also love his hands which can be both tender and rough. And how could I not mention his mouth, with those hot, passionate kisses that make my knees weak and my pussy wet. I simply love everything about him. We are so good together.

The night proved to be just as fulfilling as I’d hoped. I peacefully went to sleep beside him, comfortable in a way I’m not sure I’d experienced before. Our night was a combination of deep, contented sleep interrupted with touches and kisses that led to that middle of the night, sleepy lovemaking that almost feels like a dream.