Fighting for it, aftermath

You are lying against my chest, the warmth of me, my arms around you, surrounding you. You are lying in the steaming hot water of the bath, the warmth suffusing you. You are sipping the luxurious red wine, its warmth sating you. For a long quiet moment there is peace. 

But part of you still wants more. You take my hand and place it gently on the swell of your breast, which has seen too little attention tonight. Taking your lead I start to caress them slowly and confidently in the soapy water, running my fingers along their lower curve where they meet your rib cage and then up and around. Fingers working in mirror perfection each breast feels the same loving attention, each inch explored and aroused.

Once all of the curves have been spoken for you feel my fingers slide in slow circles around your areole, coaxing and tempting your nipples to stiffen, the flesh around them to swell. 

You lean into me, taking another swallow of the wine as you relax into the hot bath, and let the slow, gentle wave of pleasure run though you as your breasts as worshipped and you ear whispered into with tales of your beauty and passion. Your eyes close, eyelids fluttering a few moments.  

After the warmth of the waters, the wine and the climax have washed through you, removing the last of the adrenaline combat sex jitters I help you from the tub, taking a moment to towel you down with the soft thick towels, caressing you and drying you. You watch me shudder as you return the favor. We are both still in the long afterglow, carefully nurtured, inside each other's psyches. Intimate. 

To bed, dried and clean, close and warm, loose but aroused. Into bed, under the covers, into each other's arms. The kissing begins, deep and meaningful, honest and passionate. I hold your face gently while your hands explore my body, alternately pulling me close or finding spaces between us. 

Under your ministrations I stiffen. You pull your mouth from mine to slide down and start kissing me there, making me harder and harder so we can make one last exploration of each other. 

You watch me lie back, surrendering to you, accepting your desire to pleasure me as I have pleasured you, and let your lips slip over my cock. Sucking you pull more blood into it, making it harder still, feeling it stiffen against your tongue. You hear me moan your name, and your lips quirk in a self-satisfied smile. 

Your fingers gently stroke my thighs and balls as you minister to me, make me feel, make me want. You glance up and see me, eyes rolling back with pleasure and amazement that a woman so beautiful could want to do this to me. To give herself to me. To take me from myself and into her. You wonder about pushing on, feeling me explode in your mouth, tasting me as I tasted you.