“I hope it’s been a good day, though.”
“It has,” she assures me. “One of the best days. Right up there with graduating law school and Nia’s birth.”
“Then I’ll have to keep this up. I won’t rest until every day is a new best day.”
“Riker,” she laughs. “That’s not possible. Nothing can be good all the time.”
“That’s what you think,” I say. I mean that as a promise to her, though I’m sure she thinks I’m joking around.
She laughs again. It’s musical. I could listen to her laugh forever. She turns away from me and starts heading towards the bathroom. I follow her swaying hips like a puppy dog.
“So, this bath can be kind of complicated,” I tell her.
“Can it now?” She doesn’t believe me, but she’s smiling.
“Yeah. It often needs two people to run it.”
“Well,” she starts. “Lucky there’s two of us then.” She turns around and winks at me. What should be so cheesy is so incredibly disarming.
We reach the bathroom. Her feet practically dance over the tile floor over to the tub. She sits on the edge. She looks so alluring. I want to take her right there, but I know I have to play it cool. She looks up at me from beneath her eyelashes, making it harder to keep it together.
“So, what’s so complicated about this tub?” she asks.
“Well, you see,” I start, ready to bullshit, “it’s all very complicated. It’s a new technology to make everything the perfect temperature.”
“My, what an invention.”
“Yeah. Most important one of the 21st century. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you how it works.”
“No?” She asks. “Why not?”
“Well, it’s patented. Very secret. We wouldn’t want you running off with that sort of information.”
“Riker,” she laughs.
I shield the nozzles with my body as I turn the water on. Nothing about it is really special. But I need an excuse to do this with her whenever I can.
“Sorry, Jane. I guess whenever you want to take a bath, I’ll just have to help you.”
“Oh, of course,” she responds, playfully rolling her eyes.
“If you need help with anything else,” I say, eyeing her up and down, “I’d be happy to oblige.”
She laughs again and stands up. She starts to slowly strip for me.
“I think I have this part taken care of,” she says.
I watch her take her clothes off, piece by piece. Soon, she’s left wearing nothing. Then, she ties up her hair, exposing the dark skin of her neck. She gives me a little twirl and another laugh. It’s meant to be funny, but it’s incredibly sexy at the same time.
Taking my cue, I start to undress, though not as gracefully as she. When we’re both naked, I offer my hand to her. She takes it and steps into the tub. I get behind her, and we sit down in the water.
I know my cock is pressing hard against her. She wiggles slowly against it, her dark skin a beautiful contrast to my tanned torso, teasing me. I can’t get enough of it. My hands slide over in the water. She’s so beautiful. Every curve is in just the right place. My hands slide between her dark thighs, and I start to tease her back. Her back arches, and she presses her head into me.
She turns to face me. Some water splashes out of the tub with the sudden movement, but neither of us care. We need each other now. She mounts me and starts to ride my cock. The warmth of the water and the smoothness of her dark skin make incredible sensations against me. I can’t get deep enough in her. I grab her hips as she takes my full length, and I still want more.
We both kiss and paw at whatever we can. I’ve had sex in the shower or bath before, but never like this. The water doesn’t get in the way. It adds to our love-making. More sloshes over the sides. I feel the orgasm building inside of me. I start to cum, and it feels like a dam has broken in my dick. I thrust into her, bouncing her up as she’s on top of me. She leans forward and gives me a kiss. I hug her back and slip out of her. My hands run up and down her sides. She hasn’t finished yet. She’s not getting away from me that easily.
27 Jane
He slams into me as he finishes. I lean down to give him a kiss. I can never get enough of him. With each finish comes a little disappointment that it’s over. I suppose they do say it’s the journey and not the destination.
He pulls me close to him. I lean into his chest. I feel him panting with the exertion of what we just did. He slips out of me, and I feel his hands start to wander. I look up at him. He’s grinning at me. Not every lover will remember you haven’t finished in the post-orgasm haze. But Riker, as always, is different.
Well, so much for this bath getting us clean.
I flip around again and lean my back against him. That’s all the permission he needs. His hands are everywhere. They’re feeling, rubbing, and squeezing every part of me. Each movement is like an itch getting scratched. I feel a longing for him to fill me again. My hips grind through the water, searching for him again. His fingers fill the space where his manhood was moments ago.
I ride his fingers as they explore the inside of me. He knows from our previous romps which spots are the ones to hit, and he focuses in on them immediately. I feel almost lightheaded from the heat of the water and the pleasure radiating from my groin. I wiggle and slide against him. I feel him start to get hard again. His recovery is approaching quickly, I note to myself.
The pressure keeps building inside of me. I need him. I twist