Seeing you laying there so gracefully, peacefully, angelically, sends a surge of passion straight from my eyes to my pounding heart. Your hand graced with perfect fingers is gently draped over the side of the bath, your silky smooth legs glisten as they extend beyond the spheres of clear bubbles on top of the crystal blue water. A bead of water slowly runs down your left leg teasing me at how close and intimate it is. Your neck nestled back on a pillow allowing your hair to flow over your shoulders into the bubbles, swaying gently on top of the warm blanket of water. Your neck is so perfectly poised to lead me on a path to your chin, then your lips, your cheeks or those perfect breasts just cresting the water.
I know you know I’m here, but you don’t move. I kneel down and i caress your fingers barely touching them drawing little circles and figure eights with my fingertips while I slowly work from the tips of your fingers, up your arm, to your shoulders. Still not opening your eyes but your pressed lips, slightly break the seal and reveal a potential smile in the making.
I kiss your arm on my way up to your shoulders, then your neck. I nibble on your ear, but your eyes are still closed and your lips widen a bit, but not to a full grin yet.
I dip my hand in the water and raise it slowly to your forehead. Drops of water jump off my fingers and dance from your brow down the side of your temple, where I meet it with my lips.
I give you butterfly kisses on your cheek, and a smile escapes the restraint of your mouth.
I grab the sponge and submerge it, getting it full, heavy, and warm again. I draw the sponge over your chest and massage it across your chest up the side of your neck. You look so peaceful, angelic, and mystical. You can’t be real.
I begin drawing a heart on your chest with my finger, I slowly work my tracing finger to your breast, my arm now wearing a bracelet of pure white bubbles. My two fingers playing with your nipple, softly circling it, cupping your breast with my hand. My other hand now submerging and mimicking the engagement my other hand and your breast are currently involved in.
Sliding my right hand off your breast and up your chest, I begin dancing my other hand down your stomach meeting your waist where your legs are poised up. I run my whole hand up your leg to your knee, admiring your softness and complexion.
I look back at your beautiful face and your eyes are closed but your smirk is eternal. I begin rubbing your ear with my thumb. My other hand now slowly gliding down your leg and finds your inner thigh. You take your hand and meet mine, guiding it to your pussy. I begin rubbing gently, the water barely takes notice. Your head throws back a bit more and your legs come to life, moving side to side in the water. The bubbles sway in unison with your legs. Your head now moving more and your grin is completely evolved into a lip biting battle. Together we rub harder on your clit, your ass begins to move back and you angle your body toward me, now leaning on me. We work together until you quiver, in rhythm with your heart and lean back on your pillow.
I place my hand on your forehead and run my fingers through your hair. I can’t get enough of you. My reality is forever intoxicated with who you are.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/m3sx3e/mf_soaking_you_up