The Bathroom
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,362
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Bathroom
She took the steps one at a time, totally unassuming, meeting him on the landing.
He kissed her briefly on the lips before leading her into the bathroom. A grin lit up her face and her eyes glittered mischievously when she saw the candles burning in the dark. He moved beside her, shutting the door and pressed her against the cold, tiled wall, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
She pressed up against him, her hands running up his back to run through his soft hair, just long enough to tug on gently.
His tongue delved between her lips, teasing her tongue with his. As his mouth worked it’s magic, so did his hands. They quickly stripped her of her clothing, leaving her naked, pressed between him and the wall.
She was burning hot from his touch, yet freezing cold from the tiles. His eyes sent sparks through her body and her hands moved to his buttons of their own accord. She attacked the buttons until the shirt was a puddle on the floor and moaned quietly when his fingers gently stroked her warmth, teasing her.
“I want to fuck you.” he whispered, heatedly.
“Please….”
His fingers slid inside her and she moved against him, wanting more. Wanting him inside her.
Suddenly, he moved away and switched on the shower. She followed him in the warm light, helping to divest him of the rest of his clothes.
He helped her into the shower and followed, joining her under the warm, running water.
He wet her hair under the water, giving her kisses. Hot. Wet. Slippery kisses that made her knees want to buckle. She held onto him, one hand on his shoulder, the other slowly wandering to his groin. She touched him slowly, feeling him swell in her hand and felt a wave of womanly power; that she had this effect on him.
He unhooked the showerhead and moved it over her body, massing her breasts, her stomach, and her back.
She held on tightly as he directed the water between her legs. Her teeth bit into the flesh of his shoulder at the sensation.
The couple moved against each other, kissing and touching, stroking and licking. Gliding an thrusting against one another.
She motioned for him to turn around and started to massage his back with hands full of liquid soap, smooth and cold. She allowed her hands to wander down and around, her arms around his waist as her hands slid slowly towards their goal. She circled his gently, squeezing before running her fingers up and down, circling the tip.
Teasing.
Suddenly her turns around, kissing her passionately, their tongues entwining, not in a sensual dance, but a fight. Passion. Lust. Want.
He turns her around and bends her over slightly, slipping something rock solid between her thighs. He thrusts, rubbing himself against her, wet, not only from the water. As he slides against her, her breathing get deeper. Every forward thrust, he lightly touches her clit.
His hands run down her back, around her stomach, gripping her hips, her breasts, moving her against him.
She lets out a quiet cry of disagreement when he moves away from her and turns the shower off.
“I think we’re clean now, don’t you?”
Her mouth hangs open. He’s got to be kidding.
He hands her a towel as he steps out the shower. She follows, a pout on her lips. She wraps the towel around her breasts, tucking it in. The couple walk across the landing to his room, but he stops, turns and pulls her to the floor.
She lands half over him and immediately straddles him before leaning in for a kiss, her wet hair dripping down his neck, making trails of water and wet patches on the carpet.
His hands grip her hips, rubbing her wetness along his length.
She sits up and slowly slides onto him.
***
They woke up early, the harsh, winter morning light wanting to burst through the pale blue curtains. Everything was already illuminated in the harsh, filtered light.
Though her eyes were closed, she smiled as a warm, familiar arm snaked around her waist, pulling her tight against the accompanying warm body.
“Good morning, Treacle.” he whispered sleepily in her ear. She smiled and mumbled “Mornin’,” still half asleep. He moved his hips against her, thrusting back and forth teasingly and she found herself waking up a little more.
A sly lick to her ear. A tiny nibble to her neck. His hard length pressing gently between her buttocks.
She twisted in his arms and licked his bottom lip, tasting him, before capturing them in a gentle kiss.
His lips formed a cheeky grin and he thrust against her again, slipping further, between her thighs only to find a wetness and warmth. She moved against him, enjoying the feeling of waking up to this. He gave her a heated kiss on the mouth before kissing and nibbling his way down her body…
When he reached his destination, he parted her thighs gently and settled between them on the bed.
He let the tips of his fingers brush against her gently, teasing again, before slipping just the tips inside. She arched her hips towards him and he moved his fingers away, replacing them with his tongue. She gasps quietly, thinking if there were a school that taught this, he would be the ‘Head Boy’ no doubt about it. So very talented with his tongue.
His tongue flicked up and down gently, while his fingers slipped back inside, all the way. They stroked and wriggled and made her tingle.
Suddenly he stopped and moved to lay behind her, spooning her body. He slid his erection between her thighs again and when she arched her hips, he just slid right in. They rocked against one another, and with every thrust he brushed that place inside that made her shudder. A wave of pressure and pleasure that couldn’t feel any better.
As they moved against one another, they caught sight of themselves in the mirror and it turned them both on even more.
He slid out of her and thrust forward, touching her clit with the end of his cock. He urged her to lie on her back, and resumed his earlier ministrations, his tongue on her clit, and his fingers inside doing wonderful things.
She started to tingle, inside at first, then at the base of her spine. She willed him not to stop as she could feel the pressure building inside her and her hips started to arch towards him.
Slowly, the tingling and pressure got more. A wave of pleasure washed over her like a warm rushing of water.
He crawled back up her body, where she lay, warm and satiated.
He kissed her briefly on the lips before leading her into the bathroom. A grin lit up her face and her eyes glittered mischievously when she saw the candles burning in the dark. He moved beside her, shutting the door and pressed her against the cold, tiled wall, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
She pressed up against him, her hands running up his back to run through his soft hair, just long enough to tug on gently.
His tongue delved between her lips, teasing her tongue with his. As his mouth worked it’s magic, so did his hands. They quickly stripped her of her clothing, leaving her naked, pressed between him and the wall.
She was burning hot from his touch, yet freezing cold from the tiles. His eyes sent sparks through her body and her hands moved to his buttons of their own accord. She attacked the buttons until the shirt was a puddle on the floor and moaned quietly when his fingers gently stroked her warmth, teasing her.
“I want to fuck you.” he whispered, heatedly.
“Please….”
His fingers slid inside her and she moved against him, wanting more. Wanting him inside her.
Suddenly, he moved away and switched on the shower. She followed him in the warm light, helping to divest him of the rest of his clothes.
He helped her into the shower and followed, joining her under the warm, running water.
He wet her hair under the water, giving her kisses. Hot. Wet. Slippery kisses that made her knees want to buckle. She held onto him, one hand on his shoulder, the other slowly wandering to his groin. She touched him slowly, feeling him swell in her hand and felt a wave of womanly power; that she had this effect on him.
He unhooked the showerhead and moved it over her body, massing her breasts, her stomach, and her back.
She held on tightly as he directed the water between her legs. Her teeth bit into the flesh of his shoulder at the sensation.
The couple moved against each other, kissing and touching, stroking and licking. Gliding an thrusting against one another.
She motioned for him to turn around and started to massage his back with hands full of liquid soap, smooth and cold. She allowed her hands to wander down and around, her arms around his waist as her hands slid slowly towards their goal. She circled his gently, squeezing before running her fingers up and down, circling the tip.
Teasing.
Suddenly her turns around, kissing her passionately, their tongues entwining, not in a sensual dance, but a fight. Passion. Lust. Want.
He turns her around and bends her over slightly, slipping something rock solid between her thighs. He thrusts, rubbing himself against her, wet, not only from the water. As he slides against her, her breathing get deeper. Every forward thrust, he lightly touches her clit.
His hands run down her back, around her stomach, gripping her hips, her breasts, moving her against him.
She lets out a quiet cry of disagreement when he moves away from her and turns the shower off.
“I think we’re clean now, don’t you?”
Her mouth hangs open. He’s got to be kidding.
He hands her a towel as he steps out the shower. She follows, a pout on her lips. She wraps the towel around her breasts, tucking it in. The couple walk across the landing to his room, but he stops, turns and pulls her to the floor.
She lands half over him and immediately straddles him before leaning in for a kiss, her wet hair dripping down his neck, making trails of water and wet patches on the carpet.
His hands grip her hips, rubbing her wetness along his length.
She sits up and slowly slides onto him.
***
They woke up early, the harsh, winter morning light wanting to burst through the pale blue curtains. Everything was already illuminated in the harsh, filtered light.
Though her eyes were closed, she smiled as a warm, familiar arm snaked around her waist, pulling her tight against the accompanying warm body.
“Good morning, Treacle.” he whispered sleepily in her ear. She smiled and mumbled “Mornin’,” still half asleep. He moved his hips against her, thrusting back and forth teasingly and she found herself waking up a little more.
A sly lick to her ear. A tiny nibble to her neck. His hard length pressing gently between her buttocks.
She twisted in his arms and licked his bottom lip, tasting him, before capturing them in a gentle kiss.
His lips formed a cheeky grin and he thrust against her again, slipping further, between her thighs only to find a wetness and warmth. She moved against him, enjoying the feeling of waking up to this. He gave her a heated kiss on the mouth before kissing and nibbling his way down her body…
When he reached his destination, he parted her thighs gently and settled between them on the bed.
He let the tips of his fingers brush against her gently, teasing again, before slipping just the tips inside. She arched her hips towards him and he moved his fingers away, replacing them with his tongue. She gasps quietly, thinking if there were a school that taught this, he would be the ‘Head Boy’ no doubt about it. So very talented with his tongue.
His tongue flicked up and down gently, while his fingers slipped back inside, all the way. They stroked and wriggled and made her tingle.
Suddenly he stopped and moved to lay behind her, spooning her body. He slid his erection between her thighs again and when she arched her hips, he just slid right in. They rocked against one another, and with every thrust he brushed that place inside that made her shudder. A wave of pressure and pleasure that couldn’t feel any better.
As they moved against one another, they caught sight of themselves in the mirror and it turned them both on even more.
He slid out of her and thrust forward, touching her clit with the end of his cock. He urged her to lie on her back, and resumed his earlier ministrations, his tongue on her clit, and his fingers inside doing wonderful things.
She started to tingle, inside at first, then at the base of her spine. She willed him not to stop as she could feel the pressure building inside her and her hips started to arch towards him.
Slowly, the tingling and pressure got more. A wave of pleasure washed over her like a warm rushing of water.
He crawled back up her body, where she lay, warm and satiated.