Such a cold Winter night. I scamper from my hot bath, a large towel wrapped around me, into the bedroom. You're lying under the covers, your shoulders exposed. I'm pretty certain you're naked for more than your shoulders... naked all over. I know you went there after your shower. We're both sparkling clean, and I've made the bed earlier, with soft cotton, freshly laundered sheets. I look at you and you look at me. Blue eyes sparkling at blue eyes, and matching smiles.
I step onto the stepstool next to the rather tall-for-me bed, and my towel drops. Although I'm facing away from you, the heat of your gaze on my smooth white back and round buttocks, ( a view you like) warms me. My skin gets rosy as my nipples rise and tighten. I tease you a little when I bend forward, as I climb under the covers, still facing away from you. Then, inside the covers, feeling your heat radiating from you, I turn around. I face you with your open arms, an invitation I can't resist, and open mine to you. We are drawn to each other, magnetized.
It's very much like the day we first met, that instant strong attraction, the twinkling eyes, that powerful magnetic hug, an irresistible naughty smile. It was hard to let go. But now we're in bed together, and we don't have to let go. We're pressed totally into each other, where we belong, yet we keep on pressing. It's like trying to meld our atoms. Any harder pressing, and we'd probably just pass into and through each other. We're so happy, we laugh with the joy.
After we laugh, we get quiet, searching each other's face. Your lips dip down, searching for mine. Slowly your lips start to to taste mine, as you search. My own lips are hot and parted, seeking you back. We explore each other softly at first, tasting sweetness and warmth. The heat increases and you nuzzle your lips against my neck. I feel a liquid release inside as you melt me. You've gathered me into your body and my hand reaches down to touch the source of your heat., my arm the perfect length to reach you. I wrap my fingers around that smooth silken column, as you suddenly move one of your hands and surprise a nipple with a tweak. I catch my breath, and moan "more". "More" I say again, and I get more. I love your "more".
My hand is still holding on to your column. I love touching it. I love stroking it. I play with it, my favorite toy. There's a deep growl coming out of your throat now, and you press me onto my back, stroking the connection of my legs, to tease them into opening into your hand. I do so gladly, eagerly, one leg bent at the knee. I feel my opening, blossoming, flowering open to your hand, that exploring hand, that magic hand. It finds the open path and plays with the little marker, atop. I'm moaning, "More, more please."
And you do please. You find me liquified, and you tease it out from deep inside to every slippery part. I can't help moving, lifting myself, my hips, and offering all that I have, all that I am, to you. I no longer know what exactly I'm saying, but it's all pleasure, all explosion, after explosion. A cascade of pleasure.
