CHULANE
blending into the darkness, & it gets harder to see
Waves are crashing, lapping at the edges of the bath and against the sweaty skin of the individuals within it. And the tide is rising within them too, the tides of passion becoming more insistent, more apparent, more determined to take and consume them whole. The curves of her neck are exposed to him as her crown tilts back, her breasts rubbing along his chest, everything about her stirring such clear demand from him. He wants to lean in, to taste her, to kiss her, to brand her again, but he watches her instead, letting the satisfaction of her fuel him, drive him onwards.
He feels her tightening around him, feels the contractions of her pleasure and passion, as they rock and moan, finding their rhythm and increasing it until the breakover point comes.
The heat of her orgasm triggers his own, the final great thrust eliciting a deep and satisfied "Aahh…" from him. With his hand on her womanhood he gently rubs, patting at the nest of pubic hair there, before roaming once more, fluttering over her breast on its way around her ribcage, reaching across to link with his hand across her shoulder blades. A simple embrace, holding her near to him so that he might smile that deeply satisfied grin at her.
"So," he said softly, even as he was still in her, still feeling her heat prolonging the time it takes for his cock to return to a flaccid state. "You like the bath?" he confirmed, pressing a kiss to wherever he could reach of her with a warm and low chuckle, as he then offered her support and leverage should she be ready to dismount him (he wouldn't complain at all if she chose to stay though). "When you're ready, I'll wash your back," he gently ran his hands up and down her spine, loving the feel of her, before lifting a hand from her to reach over the edge of the tub for a washcloth and a bar of soap - fully intending for the bathing portion of the night to continue.
He feels her tightening around him, feels the contractions of her pleasure and passion, as they rock and moan, finding their rhythm and increasing it until the breakover point comes.
The heat of her orgasm triggers his own, the final great thrust eliciting a deep and satisfied "Aahh…" from him. With his hand on her womanhood he gently rubs, patting at the nest of pubic hair there, before roaming once more, fluttering over her breast on its way around her ribcage, reaching across to link with his hand across her shoulder blades. A simple embrace, holding her near to him so that he might smile that deeply satisfied grin at her.
"So," he said softly, even as he was still in her, still feeling her heat prolonging the time it takes for his cock to return to a flaccid state. "You like the bath?" he confirmed, pressing a kiss to wherever he could reach of her with a warm and low chuckle, as he then offered her support and leverage should she be ready to dismount him (he wouldn't complain at all if she chose to stay though). "When you're ready, I'll wash your back," he gently ran his hands up and down her spine, loving the feel of her, before lifting a hand from her to reach over the edge of the tub for a washcloth and a bar of soap - fully intending for the bathing portion of the night to continue.
try to stand & unravel what a man's gotta be
