Dopo la Doccia

I arrive home after my morning routine, kids dropped at school and my morning workout complete. I drop my bags on the chair in my room and strip my sweaty gym clothes off, tossing them into the laundry basket. Walking through the kitchen, I enjoy the quiet emptiness of my house as I pour myself a cold glass of water.

I run the hot water in the shower, waiting until it is properly hot while I hang up my robe and towel. As the room fills with steam, I step under the spray, exhaling deeply as the water washes the sweat off my skin and my muscles relax. What a simple pleasure, to just stand under the hot water, swaying slowly to direct the spray onto my shoulders, the top of my head, my lower back.

I take my time, lathering shampoo into my hair, carefully working out the knots and rinsing from the roots to the tips of my hair, then applying a thick layer of my deep conditioner. Squeezing soap onto my loofah, I scrub my skin - arms, underarms, around my breasts and down my belly to between my legs. I work my way down each leg, taking my time on each foot before stepping back under the warm spray to rinse my whole body from head to toe.

As I turn the water off, I sigh deeply, feeling relaxed and fresh as I reach for my towel and dry off. Once dry, I wrap my hair in a towel and slip on my short silky robe, loosely tying it around my waist before opening the door and taking a deep breath of the cooler air in the main room. Finding my water, I take a sip as I walk towards my room. I pick up my lotion and squirt some into my hands, starting with my legs, opening my robe to rub my belly, back and bum. Just as I'm finishing applying the lotion to my breasts and arms, I hear a knock on the front door.

Immediately, my phone pings with a sound I know means a message from you. I pull my robe back on and glance over at my phone and see just two words.

I'm here

My breath catches. I never expect to see you during a work day like this. I quickly tie my robe and walk into the living room, peeking out the window, catching sight of the unmistakable shape of your arms and shoulders, standing outside my front door. My stomach clenches with excitement as I open the door to you, shyly leaning out to unlock the outer door as you smile at me. Your gaze travels from my face down my body, taking in me, my robe, skin still warm and flushed.

"Babe?" I step back into the room so you can enter, closing the door behind you.

"Oh babe" you respond, gently touching my face and curling my damp hair behind my ears, looking into my eyes before you kiss me slowly. I respond immediately, melting into your embrace, savoring your touch on the back of my neck. Your hands travel lightly over my shoulders, then down my back before settling at my hips. You pull me closer, then slip one arm inside my robe, circling my waist and pulling me firmly against you. I whimper a small mewl of pleasure at the feeling of your skin on my skin and the pressure of your body against mine. Our kiss intensifies.

Suddenly, your other arm is under my bum and you're lifting me up. I gasp, breaking our kiss and looking into your face. Your eyes are serious, hungry, completely focused on my face. I wrap my legs around your hips and hold onto your shoulders as you carry me into my bedroom. My arms around your neck, caressing the soft fuzz of the hair on your head with my fingers, enjoying the firm grip of your hands on my back and bum until you place me down on top of my dresser.

Our eyes lock for a brief moment before our kissing resumes, my legs still wrapped around your waist. I can feel the crackle of electricity, a buzzing on my skin and the slow burn that starts in my belly before a dampness creeps between my legs. You pull back from me, holding my hands, kissing my fingers, lingering on my forearms and the tender flesh on the inside of my upper arms. I lean back slightly, balancing with you between my legs.

Again you step back, pause for a moment to look at me with your hungry hunter eyes. I feel breathless with anticipation, full of desire and the exquisite sensation of being desired. My lips curl into a smile as I look at you watching me, then carefully lift one foot and press my toes against your chest. You grab my ankles in each hand, pressing one firmly against your chest and lifting the other to lightly kiss the arch of my foot.

I lean back on my arms, closing my eyes as my pleasure intensifies. You kiss my ankle, then I feel your teeth graze my calf up the side of the firm muscle there before you lightly, gently sink your teeth into the fleshiest part just below my knee. I moan softly. You continue: kissing, licking, teasing along my thigh before kneeling in front of me.

You untie my robe, letting it hang from my shoulders, the silky fabric lightly grazing my arms and down my sides. Again you pause, your gaze warm on me. This is your superpower. Devouring me with your eyes. Your desire and admiration warms my skin like sunshine. My eyes soften, looking at you looking at me, watching your eyes travel from my face down my body, over my breasts and the soft fold of my belly until they reach the warm center of me.

You lean closer, but don't touch. I feel your warm breath on me and sigh, relaxing into the pleasure I know is coming. Then so soft, I feel the touch of your tongue lightly teasing me open. Your hands caress the outside of my thighs, placing my feet on your shoulders so I'm perfectly balanced and supported. You increase the pressure with your tongue, flicking expertly between my lips, exploring the folds, softly probing until I hear you make soft slurping noises as my juices begin to flow more profusely.

My head rolls back, my neck up to the ceiling, you tighten your grip on my hips, pulling me more firmly into you. Already I'm struggling to support my weight on my arms, the pleasure is intensifying. Your tongue is everywhere, your mouth devouring me, I love the sounds you make, a gentle, satisfied growling, like a lion feasting on his prey after a hunt. I whimper again.

With a deep breath I lift my head and take in the sight of you there. You glance up, your eyes soft, serious, expressive as you lock eyes with me, still focused on the task at hand. Then you close your eyes and increase the pressure, pressing your tongue deep into me. My elbows buckle as I gasp with pleasure, my head falling back and my eyes closing as I begin to surrender completely to the building arousal deep within me. I moan again, unable to contain myself. You pull me even closer, quickening your pace as my hips begin to grind.

Sensing that I am close to the edge, you pull back, take a breath and stand up, lifting me lightly. My robe falls down as you lay me down on the bed, and I relish the soft support of the mattress. You look down at me, as I slowly stretch and writhe. I come back into my body. My eyes focus, looking up at you, only now realizing all this time you have been fully clothed. I quickly sit up, sliding my hands under your t-shirt, savoring the warm softness of the skin on your belly.

I slide it up over your head, caressing your strong arms once the shirt is dropped onto the bed. I rise to my knees, quickly kissing you, your neck, the soft spot where your neck meets your shoulders. You instinctively lean your head to one side, allowing me to kiss and nibble your neck, behind your ear, along your shoulder. My hands travel along your arms, down your back as I kiss your chest, briefly taking each nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue quickly as I hear you sigh quietly.

I reach your belly, my hands pulling down on your pants until they drop to the ground and you step out of them. Your cock looks heavy and full. I kiss the lower part of your belly, the sensitive skin on the inside of your hips and I feel you rising against me. I take you in one hand, still caressing your thigh and side with my other hand. I kiss the tip of you, circling the firm ridge of your tip with my tongue. Your hands are in my hair.

I open wider, taking more of you into my mouth, still pleasuring you with my tongue. I love the taste of you. My hand firmly holds you at the base of your cock, turning, twisting. I feel your knees soften as you exhale. I smile at the pleasure I am giving you. My grip tightens on your back, pulling you deep into my mouth, relaxing so I can take you as deep as possible. You groan softly.

Now I pick up my pace, licking, moving my mouth up and down your shaft. I can feel my own wetness growing, it's running down my thighs. I squirm as I continue, squeezing you tenderly with my hand while sliding you into my mouth again and again. The pressure is building. I whimper.

You step back. I catch my breath.

Your eyes tell me to lie down. I comply.

I scoot back as you deliberately climb onto the bed, touching every part of me as you pass. Your hands on my legs, my hips, you kiss my belly before pausing at my breasts. You take my nipple into your mouth and smoothly tug. My back arches in response, longing to join with you. I know you think I am impatient. I can feel you smiling. You slow down, taking my breast in your hand and moving your mouth to the other nipple, lovingly kissing, sucking, tugging as my hips rise, searching for you.

Finally you continue your journey up my body, kissing my neck, finding the spot you know leaves me weak and hungry for you. I moan your name.

Your knees push my legs wider apart. My fingers clutch your shoulders. Your eyes are on me again. Those eyes. Deep oceans of love and emotion are contained in those eyes locked on mine. The rest of the world slips away. All I see are your eyes as I feel the tip of you graze against me. There are no other sounds, nothing in the world but your eyes and the feeling of you sliding slowly into me. Your eyes reflect how I feel: lost, found.

Your arms wrap around me, my hips rise, my legs wrap around your back, you fill me up. I cling to you as you stroke into me, slowly, firmly, savoring the warmth and friction. My head falls back, I submit to you completely. Your mouth is on my neck, your hands are lifting me, shifting me where you want me. Our bodies take over the rhythm. You slow down and I whimper again, desperate for the release, you push into me, pull out again, I match your pace, catch my breath, trace my fingers along your shoulders.

Your hands are in my hair again, tangled up in the damp tendrils splayed out on the bed, you gently pull my head back, kissing my neck, then begin sucking as you quicken your pace, thrusting into me, finding a faster tempo. I feel the waves building in my belly.

I whisper your name in your ear, the last thing I remember before the dam bursts and I am clinging to you, crying and moaning as waves of pleasure consume me completely. Just as they start to subside I feel the tension building in you and brace myself to receive you, gripping you tightly with my thighs. I bite my lip as you bury your head in my shoulder and I feel you shudder, releasing your warmth into me, filling me, your hands firmly grasping my back and hips. I squeeze you and you shudder again.

Sweet release, I relax, kiss the side of your face as your breath steadies. I run my fingers up and down your back, the smile on my face feels like it's spreading throughout my body, a warm glow shining from within. You sigh, I feel your body relax into mine, your hands reach up to stroke my hair, touch my face. I hear you softly say my name and it sounds like home.