But, that’s not what happened. You’ve become sidetracked after work again. With what this time, I don’t know. You’ve left me waiting and I’m a woman who doesn’t like to wait. How could you go waste time and dick around before coming home to me? Coming home to a warm, willing, wet, and welcoming woman? That’s your mistake.
Impatient and bored with busying myself with distractions, I go to our bathroom to fill the claw-footed tub. After wasting my breath on you, I deserve a good, hot soak. I bend over the bath and crank the faucet all the way on hot with only a slight trickle of cool water coming from the right-hand faucet adding to the stream. I fill up the soap cap with bubble bath and pour it into the jet-stream of water. Satisfied with the steam rising from the bubbling water beginning to pool at the base of the tub, I turn my back and walk back into our bedroom to undress.
I take out my dainty, silver earrings and drop them on the corner of my nightstand. Walking toward the center of the room, I tug my loose, white tank from the waistband of my navy skirt. After peeling it over my breasts, shoulders, and head, I automatically check the breast pocket for anything I might’ve forgotten and toss it toward the hamper. I look down at my mauve painted toes and squish them into the carpet. I reach back and nimbly unclasp my beige, strapless bra and let it fall to the ground. I’m standing in the middle of the room underneath the ceiling fan; left only in my deep blue skirt, watching my nipples tighten from the coolness of the air whooshing over my bared breasts.
I slide down the silver zipper on my left side; hearing and feeling the teeth open beneath my fingers. I bend slightly and push the garment down over my hips, thighs, knees, and finally calves to where I let it pool around my ankles. I slowly step out and walk over to my dresser where I’ve left a black, elastic hair-tie sitting on top. I’m naked now as I didn’t bother putting on panties in the morning when I dressed; I thought it would be a nice surprise for you. Too bad you’ll never know now.
I grab the hair-tie and bend over in half at the hips; dropping slack into my neck as I go to gather my shiny mess of waves on top of my head. I stand back up and secure the makeshift bun with the hair-tie, my breasts perking and rising with my motions as I raise my arms above my head. I turn and listen to the sound of the faucets as their source rolls into and joins what they’ve already supplied. I walk back into the bathroom because I can hear the tub is nearly full; I shut the door but only halfway so that the steam will collect and circle around me.
I turn off the faucets, letting the bathroom fall silent except for a single drip coming from the scalding faucet. I dip my left foot into the tub, loving the silky caress of the hot water enveloping my skin as the water climbs up my leg with every inch as I descend into the water. My right leg joins my left and I’m now standing in the tub with the bubbling foam topping just above my knees. I crouch and sigh in peaceful content as the rest of my body is covered in hot water and my back moves against the cool edge of the tub.
I close my eyes for a moment, loving the sensations as some of the tension you’ve caused leaves my body. I scooch my back up a little higher against the edge of the tub and part my eyelids so I can watch as I arch my back and raise my nipples out of the water. As my nipples peek out and bob on the surface of the water, they instantly tighten with the cooler change in temperature. I circle my index fingers over the rosy tips and crinkling areolas, basking in the pangs it’s shooting south to the increasingly damp delta between my thighs.
With my eyes lowered to half-mast, I take a bar of scented soap between my hands and begin working and rubbing them back and forth until a thick, foamy lather is dripping between my fingers. I replace the soap and lay my hands over my breasts, squeezing my stiff, pink nipples between my slippery, soapy fingers. I almost moan from how good it feels. I reach over and grab the soap again, working up another heavy lather while simultaneously situating my legs. I drape my right over the edge of the tub, allowing the inside of my ankle to keep my calf anchored, and place the left heel of my foot against the opposite side of the bath right on the ledge.
While moving my left hand up to my delicate neck, I start to snake my right hand down toward my throbbing, silken triangle with soap-slicked hands. My eyes are almost fully closed as I arch my neck back over the edge of the tub, putting my body in prime position to touch myself. My right, middle finger begins to tease up and down my shaven cleft as my fingernails on my left hand lightly scratch the base and sides of my throat, then circling around my breasts. Through hooded lids, I see steam in the air and bubbles begin to swirl in the water as my movements become more hurried.
I bite my lip but it’s agonizing trying to keep my mouth semi-closed when my breathing is becoming so labored and heavy with arousal. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” I gasp and jump with a fright, dropping my right leg back into the water with a small splash. I look over toward the doorway and you’re lazily leaning against the doorjamb, watching me. I replace my leg as it was on the tub, reach for the bar of slippery soap and rub my hands together in tandem while looking directly at you. I replace the soap once I’ve gotten more suds and get back into position, beginning to touch myself again. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m doing what you couldn’t,” I reply coolly.
Half my attention is focused on you in the doorway with your nostrils flaring at my response and your bulge becoming bigger against your fly; the other half is focused on returning back to the sensations I was reveling in by circling and probing my swollen clitoris and peaked nipples. You push yourself away from the doorjamb and slowly meander toward me, unfastening your jeans to accommodate your erection. You say, “Oh, really now? Is that so?” I half look up at you and nod, “Mhm, I’m only doing what I got bored of waiting for you to start. And I’m damn well gonna finish it.”
You’re still standing looming over the tub, eyes glazed over as you stare at me and continue to watch. I want to make you jealous, to make you wish that your hands were feeling every inch of my sex instead of my own. I’m going to tease you and make you regret coming home late and making me wait. I blow aside the clumps of bubbles covering my body so you can have a fully unrestricted view of what I’m doing to myself without your help. Raising my nipples up higher out of the water, I squeeze my own tits. With my right hand, I grab the bar of soap off the ledge and plunge it underneath the water. Fully aware of you, I begin using the soap as my own personal sex toy; extra assistance and sensations to rub against my clit and slicken with moisture, making it easier to cum.
You’re about ready to lose it, I can tell. You snarl, “You have to move your hand faster than that if you want to cum baby, I know your body better than you.” I heave a disgruntled sigh, “Oh, shut up, you do not. Go away, I’m going to make myself cum and you’re gonna have absolutely nothing to do with it.” You look at me and smirk, “You can’t fake it. You want me. You know it, and I know it.” I scoff and retort, “Oh, yes, I sure can fake it. Just watch me. I don’t need you to---”
Out of nowhere, you snare your left hand down into the water and take my wrist, pulling it out of the water, causing me to drop the soap, letting it sink to the bottom. At the same time you grab my other wrist with your opposite hand and yank me out of the water and to my feet, splashing pools of warm water over the edge of the tub and onto the tile. “Shut up and come here goddamnit,” you say over my voice into my surprised face. You quickly drop my wrists, wrap your arms around my tapered waist, and haul me over the edge of the tub, my feet dangling before I hook them loosely behind your thighs so I don’t slip as you carry me into our bedroom.
“Stop! Put me down, damnit!” I yell. “Oh, I’ll put you down all right,” you say in response. “No, I mean it! I don’t need you, you missed out,” I say back to your double-edged comment. I feel your knees bump the mattress before you throw me down on my back on the comforter. I start to roll away toward the side of the bed but you grab my upper arm and pull me back before lowering yourself over me and covering my body with yours. I say, “I meant what I said, I want you to go away and---” My arms are flailing and I’m trying to push you back but your grab my wrists again and pin them to the mattress beside my head.
You let go of one of my wrists and use your hand to cup my jaw. “The trouble with you is that you just don’t know when to quit. You keep pushing and pushing until you drive a man over the edge.” Your mouth then covers mine in a deep, probing kiss. I buck my body beneath yours in retaliation. You lift your mouth off mine only far enough to speak, “Admit it baby, you want me."
“Nuh-uh, let me go.”
You smirk, “Not a chance.”
“I’m so mad at you.”
“But you still want me.”
I scoff, “Like hell I do.”
“You want me and that’s why you’re so damned pissed off.” You kiss me hard again, this time succeeding in pushing your tongue past my lips. I start to whimper in outrage… but then in surrender. I turn my head and break the kiss, gasping for air. I lick my lips; they feel swollen and bruised from the pressure of your kisses. I lay my hands on your shoulders, intending to push you away but you lower your head down to mine again. Our lips feed off each other’s, my fingers curl inward toward the knotted, bunching muscles in your shoulders.
“Stop,” I half-heartedly grind out on a moan. You do stop kissing me, but only my lips before moving onto my neck; placing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the delicate skin. You groan, “Mm, but you want this as much as I do.” You drag your mouth back up to my face and start kissing me again, my lips dissolving against yours. You’re kissing me so carnally, I can’t even think straight. I really hate it when you’re right; I can be stark raving mad at you and still want you.
I heave, “Damn you,” and give in. You smile and your hands move down my chest until each one covers a breast. “Jesus,” you sigh as you knead my tender flesh, your palms supporting the weight as your thumbs rasp over my still hardened nipples. I push the opened, button-down shirt from your shoulders and down your arms and you help me take it the rest of the way off before returning your left hand to my tits. Your other hand sweeps up the top of my thigh before possessively cupping my doubly wet mound; palming and squeezing me until I break into soft, yearning gasps.
You straddle me, planting your knees solidly on the outsides of my thighs. You stare at my breasts as they lay softly against my chest, my nipples puckered even more with a deeper sense of arousal. You bend over me and stroke one of my nipples against your tongue. My head arches back off the bed as you touch me again with the pointed tip of your tongue. You draw an entire shiny, wet nipple and areola into your mouth and suckle hard then gently. Pleasure rocks through me. You release my nipple and blow on it, causing me to shudder as goosebumps rise across my flesh.
I grapple at your thighs, gripping one under each of my hands and resting my thumbs in the grooves of your groin. You repeat your toe-curling process on my other nipple as my hands start to inch closer and closer to your throbbing cock. You lean all the way over and whisper, “Unzip me,” into my ear. But I don’t, I only rub feather light caresses over the outside of your denim-clad dick. When you realize I’m not going to do what you ask, you sit back up on your knees, carefully work the zipper down over your erection, hook your thumbs in your belt loops and push your jeans down over your hips and under your knees until they’re lying beside the bed.
You reverse the positioning of our legs until your thighs are inside of mine and your hands are pushing my thighs apart until you see the lips of my creamy pussy split apart. You take one hand and slide it up and down my feminine crease before curling two fingers up inside my most sensitive fold. My pussy opens and clamps around your fingers. You blow out a breath, “Jesus, I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to how tight you are.” I bite my lip and nod, trying to feel every ripple of pleasure as it shoots through me.
You groan before saying, “You’d better hold on, this one’s going to be a rough ride baby.” You rub your hands up my sides and arms before hooking my hands around the wooden rails of the headboard behind my head and folding my fingers around them. I close my eyes and grip the cool wood. I feel your hands run back down my body and your right one flatten against my belly as your left holds my hip steady.
“Open your eyes, I want you to watch me while I fuck you wide open,” My eyes fly open at your direct challenge. But when you place the smooth and voluptuous tip of your cock at my dripping opening and drive it all the way deep inside me on the first stroke, I have no doubt about who’s hammering into me and fucking me for all I’m worth.
I’m wet, I’m tight. We both gasp at the first few thrusts you give me; you for your surprise at my constant tightness and me at the momentary pain of stretching myself wide enough to accommodate every inch of your dick. I let out a deep, tortured moan; you clamp your teeth over your bottom lip and give another swift thrust, embedding yourself inside me with complete possession. You withdraw, almost leaving me empty before sinking into me fully again. “What’s my name,” you ask.
Dazed, I reply, “What?” Grinding your pelvis against mine in deep and wide circles, you say “You heard me. Say my name.” I don’t want to give you what you want, I love driving you over the edge. I catch my lower lip between my teeth as I try to keep my hips on the bed, but I just can’t. Involuntarily, I raise my hips to meet the next plunging stroke of your strong, smooth cock. “Say it,” you grind you pelvis harder into mine. “Say it,” you groan.
You rise over me slightly and your thumb finds my tiny kernel of budding flesh that’s the secret to making me cum. You slowly start to rub it up and down and in small, concentric circles until I cry out a small, desperate sound of utter need and compliance. “You’re going to say my name, damn it,” you grind out as you continue to stroke and rub me, drawing out a low, choppy moan of pleasure and desire. Hot sensations start to spiral out of every pore in my body as I grip the headboard tighter.
You lower your head to my bouncing tits and roughly suck until I release a sharp cry. Your stubble rubs against my delicate skin, I’m almost there. “Mmm, come on, say my name.” The sensations of your cock pounding into me, your teeth and tongue grazing over my nipples and your thumb working over my clitoris is going to make me break. I see your ass rise and fall with every push and pull of your cock in and out of my pussy. From glimpses, I can see your cock absolutely slickened with the wetness pooling out of my body.
“Say my name,” you pant a final time before rubbing my clit into the extra mile and sending me over the edge. I close my eyes and arch my neck all the way back off the bed as pleasure spears through my core. My head thrashes on my pillow and my thighs tighten around your hips. I completely shatter and scream your name repeatedly until it’s lowered into decibels of whispers and shallow, raspy pants.
You stare down at me, bury your head in my neck and give me a love-bite before raising your eyes to mine again. Your hands join mine on the rails of the headboard, your fingers interlacing through mine and crushing against the wooden rods. Your chest flattens against my tits, and you hammer and pummel into me with a force I’ve never felt before. Our breathing escalates and turns harsher by the second, I feel you tense and then I feel your release as you spurt every drop of your cum inside me as my walls milk your cock for all it has.
Neither of us says anything; we only lie in a tangle of limbs, sweat, panting and raw need. We both continue to moan with satisfaction and gratification as you slowly soften and we both feel our cum seep out onto our bed, completely content.
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