Bath

She pensively studies her foot resting on the tap, while she lays there submerged in the soothing water and makes a mental note that she needs to book an appointment for a mani-pedi. The sea lavender oil is working wonders for her head, which feels heavy.

She lifts the sponge and leaves a trail of water across her torso, ending between her breasts. In just a few minutes, she will drain some of the water, and add some more hot water, thus maintaining the temperature of the bath just so. Just how she likes it. The sun still has to rise outside, but she chose to wake up early for a moment to herself.

The door to the bathroom opens. Her beloved, smiling, walks in, moving straight to where the tub is. She sits down gently on the step and looks her in the eye. She holds out her hand for the sponge, and she somewhat reluctantly relinquishes it.

Her beloved submerges the sponge in the hot water, and proceeds to rub it across her shoulder, trailing her collarbone, down to where her breasts meet. She lets go of the sponge, cups her hand and then lets the water slips through her fingers on her right nipple. The sensation is warm and pleasant. Her beloved twirls one of her curls around her fingers and then tucks it away behind her ear. She caresses her cheek.

She sighs contentedly.



Her beloved then proceeds to place her hand between her two breasts. Her thumb starts flicking her right nipple insistantly; she smiles that mischievous smile.

She looks up at her, right eyebrow raised teasingly, then languidly lifts one leg out of the bath, over the edge, implicitly begging her to pay some attention to her lower lips and the arousal within.

Her beloved smiles a knowing smile and nods imperceptibly.

Her hand travels down, over her soft belly to her mound, covering it, kneading it gently.

She arches her back sinuously, hoping the water will cool the insistent calls inside but is surprised to find that this is not the case. Her lover's thumb finds her clit and she is surprised to find how much she needed this.

She groans hungrily as a finger slips inside, relishing the throbbing heat inside. She lifts her other leg on the edge of the bath and meets her lover's hand halfway.

Her eyelids are hooded, as she slowly retreats within, focusing on one, no two fingers inside of her, exploring the warm wetness and relishing every second of it.
Her hips start to gently dance in a rocking motion in the water as she arches her back in tune with her lover's movements. Her mouth is open; she is focused on the pleasure she receives. The need to orgasm has overtaken her mind. She lusts after the release, the wave that ripples, from her feet to her head and back, leaving her exhausted but happy time and again.

She raises her hand, and runs her nails down her own skin in frustration as she keeps up the rocking movement. Her fingers tug at her own nipples. She wants to come so badly. Her lover's hand continues to dictate her every movement, her every sensation.

Small shudders overtake her; her body loses every idea of sanity it ever had and surrenders to the capable hands of her beloved. She comes. And then, as she lies there spent, she opens her eyes, and looks up into the eyes of her soul. She is loved.