Making Love 🌶🌶🌶
He sat me down on the foot of the bed, then walked over to the tub. He turned on the water, sank the plug, and then grabbed a towel that was hanging neatly on the rack by the window. He grabbed a few other odds and ends before coming back over to the bed.
“The bath is ready for you.”, he nodded.
“Are you bathing too?”, I stood up.
“Oh, I will use the outside shower.”, he blushed.
I was a little disappointed that he didn’t catch onto my flirty invitation. And even more disappointed that he began to gather his stuff and head outside. Watching him walk away made me hot and it had been a while since I have had any pleasure.
The bath was centrally located in front of two large glass french doors that led outside. It was a private patio, unlike the front porch. Graham walked to the left, so I was assuming the shower was behind the wall.
Shaking my head to clear the dirty thoughts creeping in, I undressed and dipped my feet in the water. It was hot enough to make me gasp, but it felt soothing on my sore feet. I decided to slowly make my way into the water.
Once I was laying in the tub and the bubbles had finally covered me, I used my right foot to turn off the water. Usure if I would ever be ready to move from my warm and relaxing position. This event of being kidnapped had me really appreciating the simple things in life.
With one swift motion, I sank my head under the water. Holding my breath and closing my eyes. I pulled down my hair and let the water soak each strand.
When I came back up the dirt had been rinsed away. Quickly giving myself a good scrub with a soapy rag, I stood up dripping water. I wanted to rinse in fresh water and my mind briefly shot to the outdoor shower.
Thinking about it for a few minutes as I let the soap suds and water fall back into the tub. I doubt he would mind me joining him. Looking around it didn’t appear as if anyone else lived here and I didn’t see a ring on his finger.
Without thinking too in depth about it, I skipped the towel and dripped water with each step. I’ll promise to clean it up later. I set off to find this outdoor shower.
Opening the glass doors my nose caught a whiff of a fresh fall scent. The wheat field let off the most mouthwatering aroma. I shot glances to both sides of the patio to see what was out there. Steam coming from the left and a cute porch swing with firepit to the right.
Walking to the left, I followed a path of steam. The cold fall air causing the hot shower to fog my view. The smell of eucalyptus and birch flooding my nostrils, I could tell he was there.
The closer I got, the more I could see. My naked body covered in goosebumps from the cold breeze and sexual arousal. The sexual heat I was experiencing was the only thing keeping me warm.
I felt like a lioness on the hunt for a taste of his flesh. My dopamine rising to explosive levels as his body started to become clear. My dangerously high heartrate, the rush of adrenaline, and the arousal between my legs made it clear that I wanted him.
His back to me allowed me to take in his size. He was over six feet tall with a wide stance. The muscles in his shoulders were wide but angled down to his fit and trimmed waist. This V shape accentuated his sizeable glutes.
There was no doubt that he was strong enough to man handle me. My mind curious to find out if the front matched the view from behind. Slowly walking up to him, my breasts hit his back as my hands wrapped around his waist.
He wasn’t startled, but his breathing sporadic as if he had been anticipating this. Unmoved; I ran my hands town his body and found a very erect surprise. I couldn’t see it, but it was longer than both of my hands and my thumb couldn’t connect with my middle finger.
I began to slowly pump him, and his head fell back.
“Leah.”, he moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?”, I whispered.
“No.”, his large body relaxed as he spoke.
“I have been dreaming about you.”, unable to whisper in his ear at my height.
“You don’t know how hard it’s been for me to keep my hands off of you.”, he grunted as I pumped him faster.
“Then don’t hold back any longer.”, unsure if it was an order or wish.
“I will show attention to every inch of your skin tonight.”, he moaned as I twisted my hands with each stroke.
Leaning back into me as I used the soap from his body to lubricate my hands. While stroking his erection, I noticed a slight upward curve. My thighs trembled at the thought of what it would do to me internally.
His girth was well over average and would ensure that I was entirely filled. Every nerve ending inside would be stimulated simultaneously. The impressive length was abundant, though I doubt he would fit inside of me. And the curve would only add to the immense amount of pleasure one thrust could create.
I am sure that he was aware he was packing the heat. And what turned me on was knowing he knew how to use a weapon of such caliber. My internal organs were overdue to be wrecked.
Once I let him enjoy the pleasures of my small and soft hands, I slowly walked around him. My hands never leaving his body. His eyes fell onto me, and I could see the burning desire in his eyes.
The water hit my head and began rolling down my face and body. Accumulating and running a trail down my chest, only to drip from my erect nipples. Standing in front of him, I let him watch as I caressed my body.
Paying special attention to my breasts. Cupping and massaging them as he watched, yearning in his eyes. Leaning my head back and lifting my arms above my head, exposed every bare inch of my body.
No longer cold as his large hands seemed to be radiating heat when they began gripping my waist. Then reaching behind me he turned off the water before grabbing his towel. In one swift motion he wrapped it around me, then picked me up and carried me inside.
He laid me down in front of the fireplace, I didn’t even realize it had been lit. Unfolding the towel he revealed my every curve. After glancing me over, he began to plant soft kisses all over my body.
“You don’t know how bad I have wanted to kiss you here…”, he said then softly kissed my foot.
“And here…”, he kissed my thigh.
“And here.”, he made his way up to my breasts.
Fully expecting him to be rough and ravenous, but he was soft and passionate. His slow and concentrated movements increasing the sexual anticipation. It was a new experience for me, so I didn’t dare rush it.
On his knees between my legs, I wrapped them around his waist as he grabbed and squeezed my breasts. Using one hand to balance himself, he slowly traced his tongue around my nipple before lightly sucking on it. A soft balance between both breasts, he left my nipples cold with his saliva for the night air to graze.
His hands roamed my body as our tongues collided. Our heads alternated sides as we kissed deeply. It was a passionate kiss filled with indulgent moaning and soft nibbling. Our heads continued to tilt until our lips unlocked and we gasped for air.
“Wow.”, softly escaped my lips.
Making his way down my body, my legs fell to the side as he stopped near my core. While looking directly at me, he hooked his right arm around my thigh. He went in slowly, open mouthed, and continued to maintain eye contact.
Using his jaw to control the pressure, he stuck out his tongue and moved his jaw up and down. Slightly closing his mouth each time he made it to the top, opening again at the bottom. My back arching off of the ground at the slow and methodical movements of his tongue.
The pleasure rang out as I moaned, reaching down to grab his hair. As he came up, his ponytail was wrapped around my finger. His man bun fell, and his luscious dark locks fell to the sides of his face.
I had never seen his shoulder length hair down before, but it chiseled his jawline. He ran one hand through his hair, pushing it back. His large arm flexed as he moved only increasing my pleasure. I watched each of his muscle tense with the movement.
Even on his knees, he stood so tall that I didn’t have to bend my neck to see him. Lifting my right leg up and over his shoulder... he kept eye contact.
Holding his large shaft at my core, “Are you ready?”.
“I have been ready.”, I bit my bottom lip.
Holding my breath, he slowly slid it in. There was no need for lubrication, as I was soaked and dripping wet. He took his time stretching me out to comfortably fit all of him.
It was painful, but I didn’t mind. There was a beautiful pleasure beneath the pain of being so full. My toes curled as he pulled himself slowly out before inserting himself again.
After several minutes of relaxing my walls to accept him, he started to increase his pace. Holding into my leg, he leaned down to thrust while keeping our eyes connected. The pace increasing as he rocked his hips.
“You are so beautiful, your body was molded by the heavens.”, he complimented me as he turned his head to kiss my leg.
His thrusting never faltered, nor did it increase to a reckless pace. He leaned forward, dropping my leg slowly and nuzzling his face in my neck. Still thrusting, he lightly kissed my collarbone as he ran his free hand over my body.
“I have been daydreaming about your silky skin and flawless body”, he whispered as he caressed my breast.
The sensual penetration and size of his erection increasing the heat in my core. I was nearing an orgasm and he could tell as my walls began closing tightly around him. He slid a hand between us and traced circles around my bud, only increasing my pleasure.
I moaned and my body tensed, “Come for me Leah.”.
Saying my name sent me over the edge as my body shuddered under his, while his pace remained the same. My breathing erratic and my core quivering while he was still inside of me. The orgasm released any tension I had been carrying, my body completely relaxed.
Once I had come down from my high, he pulled out and stroked himself at a fast pace until he came all over my stomach. Never taking his eyes off of me, he was mentally and physically captivated by my body.
Unlike most guys, Graham didn’t leave me laying alone and soiled. I watched as he went and grabbed a warm wet cloth and then cleaned me. Not letting me lift a finger and kissing me on the cheek when he was done.
“I’m not ready to take you back. Stay the night with me?”, he ran his hand across my cheek before leaning in for another passionate kiss.
This sexual experience was different, it was slow and very affectionate. To him, this wasn’t just sex… He was making love to me.
-To be continued-