Courtesy of @Exquisite_Wren and @Musketeer_Athos on Twitter
With a slowness of pace, welcomes the break from the anxieties of recent days. So with her hand in mine and a smile creeping across my face we take in the sensual warmth of the steam filled room.
She swivels on her heels to face me, pressing against me, to meet my lips with hers and whispers playfully against them
” I have missed you…so much”
as she coils her arms around me
“And now…I want nothing more but to spoil you”
She softly nips at my bottom lip.
“Keep still for me…please”
There are smiles upon her lips as she lowers herself down my strapping form, eager fingertips pad slowly at my jacket, reaching to where my belt buckles and unclasps it, while eyes…they burn… completely up into mine. She grazes down on her lip as she tugs away at my leather belt, flinging it across the room, inhaling deeply as she frees …
“goodness me”
…the abundance of flesh..she does not protest. Ceasing her workings she merely gazes at the length of my priming of glory, gifting this pleasure a gentle kiss, before skimming down the remainder of my breeches from around my manly hips, down my toned athletic thighs with nothing but a…sigh.
Breathing in deep the atmospheric sultry magic, I slip off my jacket to allow it to drop with a soft thud to the floor. The steam clings at my shirt as I pull it from my chest and in these snaking swirls of sweetened mists I stand magnificently naked for her eyes only.
Her eyes wander slowly over every inch of my blessed physique…so lovingly, before she rises up to stand before me, offering herself…to me. Fingers work at the strings of her blouse, pulling at them…slowly…teasingly, clasping at the sides of her blouse, pulling it slowly over her head to expose the swell of her breasts. And her nipples, they brace deliciously before my eyes, when fingertips push down onto her skirt that sensually glides down her glorious thighs allowing the fabric to pool around her feet. Her body all mine…with a smile she offers her passions heat.
My eyes slowly survey the the beauty of the form before me, lingering on those ripened peaks then down the softness of her flesh to where deepening breath betrays the sensual longings of my loins. Without touching her I move in to stand tantalisingly close, my breath against her neck setting nerve ends spinning in a frenzy of want.
A sultry smile blooms upon her lips as her flesh adorns… prickles… before bending to retrieve a container she pours more hot water into the bath. Carefully checking the bath’s temperature with her fingers, she gestures for me to climb in. Her perfect offering yet coming with another smile.
“But please… I’d like you to shift to the front. I am going to wash you…”
I tilt my head as traces of a smile appear as I lower myself into the heated scented waters,gasping slightly as the heat seers through muscled loins.
Gently, she uses my muscular shoulder to slip in behind me. The heat of water encases around her smoothness, that very same smoothness that presses in against me from behind.
” Oh, it feels good, doesn’t it?”
Her shoulders relax as she breaths in the sweetness of our sensual surroundings, before reaching across me, her beacons of delight softly brushing against my flesh, while she retrieves a cloth to sponge at my taut form. She rests back into the bath as she lathers at the cloth, then gently grasps at my shoulders and slowly guides me back into her,
“Now just relax…”
She smiles against the cusp of ear, bringing the soapy creation to sponge to wash down onto my rippling chest.
I sink into the fleshy pillows against my back, thinking about that taunting smoothness pressing down lower. I let out a low mellow moan as her hand moves across my firm muscular chest, willing her hands to work lower.
She stretches her neck and meets the corner of my mouth as her hands glide down into the warmth and gently rotates with the cloth around and around my yearning power. She stretches her free arm to meet where she cleanses around my prime, carefully raising me….gently clasping me to softly massage beneath my stem, while stealing a kiss from the angle of my lips.
Straining my head to meet those lips, I close my eyes enjoying her sensual touch in this misty dream world of erotic lust. I slide hands along her silky legs as desire grows from slumbering want to stalwart desire.
This warmth, my touch…she aches for so much…hips round sinfully into me as pleasure awakens her inner core’s deepest craving. Her desire for me, her heart and soul has been carnally saving.
Feeling her want coincide with mine I place my hands on the side of bath and lift my athletic body up. Trickles of scented water stream down my marbled thighs while I turn to face her, only to sink back down again into cooling waters.With my eyes burning into hers, I deftly pull on those endless legs to wrap around me as I slide her up onto my lap, my mouth eagerly greeting her water softened peaks with the steamy breath I hold within.
As if stolen by a bird of prey, perched onto my lap as she throws her head back, her dampened tresses they lap down her spine, while the swell of her peaks sublime fill my mouth with the flesh of her. Pushing against me her warmth embraces me, filling her complete…with this heat, while she cries out…lifting her eyes to the heavens to brace herself upon me, her inner sanctuary now given.
I moan manfully as her tightness pushes against me so deliciously. Placing my strong hands on the peachy roundness of her rear, I guide the slow deep rise and fall of carnal driving as my eyes now look, with embers fit to burst, directly into hers. The only sounds; that of rhythmic waters lapping with gasps of electric sparks that spit as our fires of love sizzle in unison.
The pressure within is no longer sin, but sensual bliss. Oh, how she must have missed this. Her flesh, it craves for our euphoric waves and she throws her arms around my neck, beseeching my deepest breaching into the abyss we mutually long for. She cries those cries of ecstasy, those cries that fill her, as her hips of hunger daringly pace against me!
Gritting my teeth, I wrap a handful of her hair that hangs in limp damp locks down her back, jerking her head back to devour the vulnerability of her throat, as pumped up lust soars through my veins and the climatic throes threaten to erupt.
Wearing my love upon her neck, I navigate relentlessly on her core’s pleasurable trek, as a thundering frisson from the inside out…darts…overwhelming her senses core as she surrenders to my storm’s taking and blistering form.
Groaning into her neck, I release her hair as my release frees me from my sublime torture. Wrapping my arms around her I envelope her within the protective care of my love.
She moulds into me with her legs wrapped around me tightly, sated and gasping for breath.
Musketeer Athos 