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You don't always have to have a specific person in mind when you request a story. Here's one where a woman's dream man comes to life -- in her bathtub.
My One and Only (Romantic, Quicke)
The air cooled only slightly as she watched the sun sink into the Atlantic horizon. He'd already gone inside to start a fire. After their long walk along the beach, she was ready for a nice, relaxing bath, she decided, so she headed for the cabin's small bathroom.
The warm water enveloped her like a lover, slowing warming her grateful skin as she settled into the tub. As she closed her eyes to surrender to its seductive power, she felt his presence. The sight of him jarred but pleased her.
"Hi, there," he grinned, looking down from his six foot tall stance.
"Hi," she smiled, feeling the color flush her face. "Fire all finished?" Despite their intimacy, she felt both embarrassed and excited by her nakedness. He probably couldn't see much through her bubble bath but she felt wonderfully exposed, nonetheless.
He knelt beside the tub and played with some peaked bubbles near her breasts. "Fire's finished, but I'm just starting," he said, fingers dangerously close to her nipple.
"I should be out of this tub soon," she promised.
"Take your time, " he said, eyes sparkling. "I'll even help."
His sleeves were already rolled up from building the fire so he inserted his hand into the water without regard for his clothing. She froze as his hand wandered near her waist and then tickled her pubic hair. The moisture between her legs was not the result of the bathwater, she suddenly realized.
His fingers skimmed her mons and though she spread her legs as far as they'd go, his access to her swelling clit was limited. Even so, he burrowed into her delicate folds and felt her wetness until she gasped.
"I and the fire are ready," he said in a hoarse whisper.
He reached under her and lifted her out of the bathtub in what seemed an effortless motion. Striding purposefully toward the firelit living room, he placed her dripping body on the plush animal skin that had been spread before the blazing fireplace. She felt no chill — only the burning desire for his touch. His mouth met hers and in that instant exerted an unspoken command for her to lie back, be still, absorb him.
He ran his hands along the damp expanse of her waist, caressing her reverently. She could not move, not even to put her hand to his face. How beautiful he was in the shadow of the dancing flames. Beautiful and strong.
He drew his lips to the breast he held in one hand and as he circled his tongue around her areola, her nipple rose to meet him. He sucked it luxuriously, letting lips and tongue linger as if they enjoyed the finest truffle ever created.
Her scent and her heat threatened to make her swoon. She was his now, ecstatic to be under his spell.
"I love you, Cynthia," he said quietly, now pushing her tingling legs open, making his intention clear. He spread her juices over her hot labial lips, slipping a finger into her opening to tease her. "Get on your knees. I want to show you how much I love you." She cried out when he entered her, and found herself pushing her backside up toward him to meet his thrusts. He said her name as he slid in and out, quietly and under his breath, as if her name and his breathing were inseparable.
Copyright © 2002 by Custom Erotica Source. All rights reserved
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