Hot Tub
Steam from the still water rolls slowly across your face.
Eyes closed, head resting on the padded edge, you feel the
heat soaking into your skin, opening your pores and folds,
becoming one with your body. You move one arm slightly,
feeling the water respond as it gently nudges at your breasts
and belly.
Silent footfalls approach the hot tub and your tongue touches
your lips in anticipation. A soft splash next to you, then
another, heavier as my body slips in beside yours. My fingers
finds your thigh and run lightly up the inside, and your
legs part slightly in response. My arm slips behind your
back and I pull you into my lap, letting you lean into my chest
as my arms wrap around your belly. Your legs fall astride
my thighs and I kiss your back, your shoulder, tasting the
nape of your neck, my tongue trailing under your chin and
flicking at the edge of your open lips.
My hands glide up and circle the inside of your breasts,
fingertips tracing the water and sweat droplets. As my
palms slide over your nipples they begin to stiffen. You
can feel me begin to harden also, slowly swelling and rising
between your open legs.
One hand leaves your breast, then returns a moment later.
Eyes still closed, you wonder why I am suddenly still. Then
you inhale sharply as a delicious chill touches one nipple.
I press the ice cube into you, rolling it around as you become
more erect, your heat melting the ice where it touches your
naked flesh. I cup your breast hard, dancing the ice around
the tip of your nipple, then I twist forward and pull your
breast hard into my mouth. The freezing ecstacy is replaced
by raging heat as I suck you in deep and you pull me tight against
your chest. You slide forward and up, feeling me hard and
pulsing at your entrance, and then lower yourself as I deliciously
slide deeply into you with one fluid stroke, filling you
as you enfold me in your molten furnace. I gasp, barely in
control as my erection swells savagely, but I manage to
hold still. Now we are both motionless except for where
we are locked. I pull your deep wetness tightly onto myself
as you grip my slowly pulsing shaft. Our breaths are ragged,
but we can feel each other's heartbeat, sense the rythym
of our breathing, and soon we are breathing as one, the rise
and fall of our chests the only movement as we experience
our bodies joined. The fluid surrounding us seems to flow
into and through us, and for an endless time we listen, tasting
the salt sweat, hearing the hot air passing wet lips, feeling
each other pulsing and throbbing, knowing that this is
what we have longed for.
My hips pull back slowly, drawing myself out of you, then
oh so slowly I sink fully into you again. And the night continues...
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