Roller Coaster

He lowered himself into the deep bath. It was a little too hot, the sort he had to take his time getting into as his body acclimatised. He slowly crouched until he was sat down and stretched out as far as possible. Bending his knees up he sank down until the bubbles touched his chin. He closed his eyes as the heat engulfed his body.

When he opened them again, he saw her sat precariously on the linen basket, writing a list. She liked lists. The yellow post it notes she favoured could be found all over. Shopping lists, presents, jobs to do and some more interesting ones too. Once she wrote a list just for him. Her top 5 desires. He smiled to himself at the memory. They had ticked off all of them long ago.

Her robe had slipped open. One pale breast exposed where the fabric should have overlapped. The silk had also slipped off her thigh and underneath he could see the curve of her bottom, the place he loved to lightly bite. He began to get hard. Underwater his cock began to grow. He watched himself through a gap in the foam.

Attention taken from her writing, she saw a sultry look cross his face. She walked across the room and perched on the edge of the bath.
He grinned.

'Hello you.'

'Hello yourself', she said back, nodding towards the erection now just poking out of the water.

She thought he looked delicious lying there, wet, warm, totally relaxed apart from his cock, which was ready for action. Unable to resist she rolled up her sleeve and reached for him, feeling under the water to where the hardness began. Back on her feet she untied her belt and let the robe slip off her shoulders and onto the floor.

'Move up baby'.

She stepped into the bath and wrapped her legs around his sides.

'I'm going to wash you'.

Pouring bodywash into her palm she felt content to be doing this for him. A creamy lather formed in her hands and she began to stroke it all over his shoulders and chest. Her soapy fingers slipped around his body, over his nipples and under his arms, feeling the hairs she liked so much.

With a smile on his lips he watched her as she focused on cleansing, rubbing and scrubbing. Her concentration amused him at first. He liked all the attention she was giving his body, the intimacy.
Strangely overwhelmed, he pulled her closer and kissed her deeply, trying to express his appreciation. It was a kiss that took away her breath. Kissing him back, tongues searching, devouring each other, bodies trying to get impossibly close while their legs slipped and squeaked against the sides of the bath. They climbed out still kissing, holding on to each others wet arms for support. Onto the bath mat, treading on each others toes, knees banging into knees, his cock pressing against her pubic bone.

Still wet they stumbled towards the bed, his kisses and lip biting led her there like a dance, damp footprints left behind. They fell on the bed, him on top. Bathwater dripped from his hair onto her cheeks as the frantic kisses stopped. No need for translation, the eyes spoke a million words in a language only they could understand. She arched her back and spread her legs wider to enable him to get close. 'Closer' was her silent plea. Stomachs together, arms pressed against arms, fingers intertwined. This was slow, hard, gut wrenching. Controlled physically but emotional touchpaper. All too much to comprehend she closed her eyes and let the sex take control. It was a roller coaster but one she knew, although the sheer height, twists and jolts continued to surprise her. She knew if she opened her eyes it would be to the unknown. She kept them closed until hours later she fell asleep, his beautiful body still wrapped around her in the damp bed.