Wet Heat
Slowly, I find consciousness. My skin regains its sensitivity it had some 8 hours ago and I feel the cool sheets my body lays on and the heavy cover on top of me. My eyes open and come to adjust to the dark room. I see that I’m laying in my bed in the bedroom with the blinds shading out any sort of morning sunlight. I turn my head over to the clock and see the time to find out there’s no need to worry about time because it’s Saturday. I turn around to see I don’t have my partner next to me. My hearing is the last sense to return to operation and I notice the sound of the fan and a shower running in the background.
I quietly get myself up and mop through my hair. I then realize the pushing on my underwear identified to be morning wood. I’m able to find some energy where I begin to stumble across the bedroom. Opening the bathroom door, I see the whole room lighted up but foggy from a hot shower with my wife inside.
I see her as she douses her hair with water. It’s black, modestly long, and straight characteristics falling down her back with the beads of the liquid streaming off of it onto her olive skin. I notice her butt in its plumply round shape with how inviting it is for something else of mine. She turns around to face me, water dripping off of her perfect C cup breasts with the perfect shaped, pink nipples and areolas. Her slate belly and navel following down to her shaven camel toe
“Hey, babe!” She greets me.
I smile and shut the door.
“Are you going to come and join me?” She grins and I notice her staring down at my boxers.
“Absolutely.” I strip them off and walk over to her.
I swing the shower door open and step inside letting the heat of the shower warm me up and the water drenching me down. I’m welcomed by my wife as she kisses me with her warm and thick lips. They brush against each other and the response sends pleasant tingles down my spine accompanied by the sound of her wet mouth. Our lips slowly break apart as we hold close intimacy our bodies only inches from the other as I stare into green eyes. She then turns around and hands me the bottle of body wash.
“Soap me down, will you?” She smiles.
I squirt some onto my hand and rub them together as it foams. Feeling my cock already hardening, I focus on the task of moping her down from her neck, over her shoulders, down her arms. I then move farther down over her breasts as they flop with my hands greasing all over them. I move down her stomach over her belly button and down over her groin. I tease her by slipping a finger inside her pussy. She giggles when I do. I move down and around her thighs and legs. With her all soaped up, she stands there being poured in the water as the water runs down leaving a sexy and clean body standing in front of me.
My heart begins to pound and I shiver. I can’t resist her like this with her completely slippery from the water nude in front of me and very inviting. I take her chin and neck in my hands and begin to aggressively kiss her with my tongue swiveling in her mouth.
“Stop.” She laughs. “Not yet.”
She takes the soap and begins to rub me down with the soap lathering on my body. Her soft and warm hands feel like a blanket running over me as the soap coats me in a white and silvery layer. I then feel her hands move down over my groin. They wrap around my bulging cock. I stare down at her and she begins to stroke it with both of her hands gathering the soap on it.
I grin in anticipation as she does looking up at me.
She then moves down my legs and then comes up and smooches me.
I douce myself off letting the soap fall into the drain. I’m completely clean with my fine smelling body of crushed peppermint in my own nakedness. I then feel my wife wrap her arms around my chest hugging me behind my back with her head pressing up on my neck. I see the ring on her left hand.
I cannot describe enough how much this woman means to me. My heart pounds away not only for how much I lust her but how I love her even more. Her presence and her positively feminine charm makes me shiver every time I share a room with her. I can’t get enough. It’s like she was made for me like I was made for her. Me, my strength to her as her rock. Her, my weakness to me letting my heart mold into something soft to her. Sex is only just a bonus. It’s not just a time and a place to come together as one but it’s also a bonding experience. To see her look at me as I give her pleasure with her eyes beckoning me for more. It’s a look I can’t get enough of. Her mouth open in that orgasm face gives me the glory she feels. What she possesses behind her sweet legs is that innocent rosebud. It all caps her off.
I feel her lips brush my neck and I turn around to face her. I pick her arms up and hug her hard as our bodies slip on eachother. I press my mouth against hers as I begin to entice her. I then press her up onto the shower ledge with the water continuing to stream over us as I do. She begins showing her affection for me as she wraps her arms around me as I move over her chin and down to her neck.
She tilts her neck over as I do. “That’s my spot. That’s my spot.” She whispers as my lips move around her ample neck area.
I move down her neck and over to her breasts as I suckle and play with her nipples just so gently. I feel her melt in my actions and I can feel her passion and desire radiating to me. Her nipples are pulled deeply into my mouth as I kiss and lick them. I continue to gently caress her down to her stomach and over her navel. I then find her rosebud. How wet and slippery it is, all of the moisture from the shower helping that fact. I run my fingers into it to realize how hot it is. There’s no extra foreplay needed and by the facial expression on her, she wants me deep inside her.
I straddle up in front of her. I take my rigid cock in my hands as my wife fumbles for it, too. I take the edge of my head and then push it between her lips. It slides right in ever so gently and nicely. We wrap around each other as I begin to thrust in her with my cock enveloped in her warm rosebud. I kiss her neck as I do as I hear her gasp for air as my cock slides in and out of her.
“You feel that?” I ask.
“Yeah.” She whispers.
She then looks at me and we kiss as I continue to slip around inside her; the both of us soaked from the running shower water. Her lips pressing against mine and my cock pressing between her’s on the lower end between her legs.
She all of a sudden begins grinning ear to ear and giggling out of control.
I pull my head away from her to watch her response.
“I love you.” She exclaims.
“I love you, too.” I tell her.
I continue to slide into her slowly knowing she can’t resist the pleasure of it inside her tight rosebud. My beard scratching on her shoulder as I persist on pecking her neck. I can feel her giving in as she flexes her kegel muscles and I feel my cock enveloped in her natural juices. Her head tilts slowly back. I see that face again. Her mouth opening feeling that big orgasm building just on the surface. Her eyes staring at me with pure lust and desire. She wants it. She needs it and I am the one to give it to her.
She moans and her breathes become exasperated as I continue to maintain my pace. My heart continues to pound and I have a hard time of not shaking in the power of a moment. All my love pouring out to her, our lust being shared together in this moment of heat with our bodies being showered by water. our rings symbolizing to the both of us who we are and what we have.
Her orgasm builds and she finally tilts over. She moans and gasps as she orgasms. Her pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock. I continue going and it persists. Her eyes shut as she rhythes in pleasure. The vocalizations she sounds off giving me just as much pleasure mentally as it does physically. After some 15 seconds or so of bliss, it finally ends and she just stares at me smiling and watching the pleasure wash over my face.
Not long after, I feel myself coming, too and I pull out of her and my load spews onto her stomach. I come up and kiss her as we enjoy the afterglow and the warm shower we share. I then notice tears running down out of her eyes onto her cheeks and it’s not just the shower water.
I wipe them away. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Carson. I just–Love you!” She begins to weep tears of joy. “I need you, I desire you, I miss you every minute when you’re gone. I lust you. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I say.
She hugs me and we slump down to laying on the shower floor. The water continuing to stream over us.
It feels like it lasts for an eternity. I don’t want it to ever end. I just want to be with the only person I care for and the only person who cares for me. One moment ago, we made love like we were one and now, our hearts beat as one. We can’t nor do we want to let eachother go. I feel her wet hair run over my shoulder as her face buries into my chest and she clings to me like a child. I can’t help but to do the same. Our legs wrapped around each other takes the icing on the cake as we share this heat.
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