Though the other parts of the house were chilly, the bathroom was warm and damp with steam. Shower curtains hanging from a metal ring shrouded the claw foot tub. “Can you spare a cup of water, neighbor?” Taylor slipped her hands in the seam where the curtain met and stepped in.
Dev pulled her against him.
“Mmmm. Naked, wet. We need to start meeting like this more often.”
Giddy joy surged through her. This man, this beautiful, wonderful man, was her husband, her lover, her love. The stream of water had stripped his hair back from his face, letting her admire the carved out cheekbones, the taut line of the jaw, that enticing cleft in his chin, and his eyes, deep set, glowing green, casting their spell on her.
“And do you need to clean up after a hard day’s work?” he murmured, leaning close to her.
“Well, if you can spare a little soap.”
Slick with suds, his hands slid over her body, running over her breasts until her nipples swelled. “I don’t know,” he said, holding up his dwindling soap on a rope. “There isn’t too much here. Maybe we should reuse it.” He pulled her against him and slid up and down her body. She could feel him stiffening against her.
“I’m all for recycling,” she said breathlessly, then gasped as his slippery fingers trailed down her hip and up her thighs to unerringly find that place where she didn’t need soap or water to be wet, slick and achingly sensitive.
Dev turned her back into the hot stream of water so that it sluiced over her shoulders and back. Taylor groped for the soap, but it slipped through her fingers before she could get a grip on it, tumbling onto the bottom of the tub.
“I’ll get it,” Dev said and crouched down, reaching through her legs and behind her even as he kissed her thighs. Taylor felt the warmth of his lips move up as his fingers traced the back of her calves, then spiraled higher, the soap in his hand making a tantalizing trail. She shivered at the feel of his tongue licking at the indentation where her thigh met her flat belly. For a whirling moment, he nuzzled at her, pressing her legs apart as she struggled for balance, clutching at his shoulders.
Then his mouth was hot against her, his tongue slipping into the folds and creases to find the swollen bud that was at the centre of the tension that had her strung tight as a wire. The first stroke sent her jolting and gasping against him. The second stroke made her moan. And then it was simply a vortex that immersed her in a dark seduction where emotion and sensation catalyzed into something far greater.
Dev rose and pulled her against him.
“I don’t think I can stand,” she murmured.
“Sure you can stand. You’re not entirely clean yet,” he said, running the soap over her body, re-sensitising it. “We need to get you lathered up some more.”
“Uh-uh, my turn.” Taylor reached out for the egg of soap, working it in her hands until it lathered. “You can do interesting things with a soap this size,” she said teasingly, feeling his erection nudge against her belly, heavy and hard. Then she ran the soap down the underside of his penis, running it up and down until he groaned.
Feeling her move against him while she was in the throes of orgasm had had him nearly coming himself. Now, with her body slick and warm under his hands and the teasing touch of the soap running against the sensitive skin, he fought to hold himself back. He wanted to feel her around him, tight and hot, for a long, long time before he let himself go over.
Dev turned her away from the water so that she would be focused only on his touch and gently pried away the soap. He wanted more even as he wanted to pull back from the edge. Running the soap over her breast, he circled the nipple. He focused on it, trying to concentrate on something besides the way her fingers on his penis sent tremors of desire through him with each stroke. He moved the soap lower, sliding it over her hips, the cheeks of her butt, along her thighs then slipping it up between them. He heard Taylor catch her breath as he brushed the soap between her hidden lips, stroking it over her clitoris until her felt her tremble and clutch at his shoulders.
Taylor jolted as she felt his fingers slipping into her. “More,” she muttered into his ear, moving against him, her hand moving steadily up and down on him. “I want you inside me. Fill me up.”
“Don’t be so impatient,” he said and she shivered at the brush of the soap against her clitoris again, against those sensitive folds that surrounded it. I want to get you nice and slippery and ready.”
“Now,” she whispered against his neck. She made a little sound of satisfaction as she felt him press her legs apart. Then she gasped as he slid the soap up inside her instead.
There was something deliciously different about having that feeling of solid fullness in her even as she held his penis in her hands. The soap was solid and slick as he slid it out of her and across her clitoris, then back in, stroking across excruciatingly responsive nerve endings until she cried out. His soapy fingers slid down her back and over her buttocks, caressing them and slipping into the cleft in between, touching the fragile, sensitive spot there that sent shocks through her system. “I have to be in you,” he muttered, dropping the soap and turning her so that her back was against the wall.
And it was as though everything that had come before was just a game, child’s play compared to what rocked through her when she helped Dev slide himself up inside her. When she cried out, her voice blended with his. When she shuddered, the movement began in her body and ended in his. And when he began to move, the flow of desire surged between them.
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