Winter's Warm Embrace

The rain hammered against the windows, a frantic rhythm against the otherwise quiet hum of the Christmas Eve evening. My wife, Sarah, had insisted on this, a hot bath with bath salts, a mutual indulgence after a long day. I’d initially dismissed the idea as a bit much, a slow burn after a brief stop at the store, but her pleading eyes and the promise of shared sensuality won me over. Now, as the steam rose from the ancient, claw-footed tub, filling the bathroom with a fragrant cloud of orange and vanilla, I understood her reasoning. It was an invitation, a slow seduction into a world of pleasure and intimacy.

The water was scalding hot, a comforting weight against my muscles as I lowered myself into the depths. The scent intensified, clinging to the air, a heady mix of citrus and sugar. Sarah had taken to the computer, her brow furrowed in concentration, but her movements held a subtle tension, a palpable anticipation that mirrored my own. I moved closer, my hand reaching back to gently pull her from her work. A soft, playful hum escaped her lips as I wrapped my arms around her from behind, my chin resting on her hair. "A bath for you and me tonight," I whispered, the words laced with a silent promise.

Her eyes closed, a slow, luxurious sigh escaping her. The candlelight flickered across her face, highlighting the curve of her cheekbone and the delicate arch of her eyebrows. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, a tangible force between us. We lingered in the embrace, each touch a deliberate act of devotion, feeding the simmering desire that had taken root within us. The kids, bless their innocent hearts, remained oblivious, caught up in their own Christmas Eve rituals, unaware of the slow, delicious torture we were inflicting upon ourselves.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension ratcheted up, the air thick with unspoken yearning. I began to explore her back, my fingers tracing the contours of her spine, then descending to her hips, the heat of my touch igniting a fire within her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the connection between us. The aroma of the bath salts seemed to amplify the sensation, a fragrant reminder of the pleasure to come.

Finally, without a word, I pulled off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor beside the tub. My gaze traveled downwards, taking in the smooth, pale expanse of her lower body. The sight, amplified by the candlelight, sent a jolt of electricity through me. My cock immediately hardened, responding to the visual stimulus, a primal surge of desire that demanded release. I knelt before her, taking in the small, shaved mound beneath my fingertips. It was perfect, pristine, a testament to her care and attention.

As I continued my descent, tracing the line of her thighs, a moan escaped her lips, a soft, involuntary sound that sent shivers down my spine. The scent of her skin, mingled with the fragrance of the bath salts, created an intoxicating blend that heightened my senses. I helped her step out of her jeans, my hand gently guiding her legs as she moved towards the side of the tub. With a final, lingering kiss on her pussy, I rose to my feet, unbuttoning my own jeans with a swift, decisive movement. My cock sprang forth, a vibrant, eager member, ready to fulfill its purpose.

We stepped into the water, the warmth enveloping us like a protective embrace. Sarah began to sit down, facing me, adhering to our usual routine. But this time, I stopped her, my hand gently restraining her movement. “I want us facing the same way, with you leaning back against me,” I commanded, my voice low and suggestive.

And so, we settled into position, my cock pressed firmly against her back, while she lay out in front of me. The water lapped at the base of her breasts, clinging to her skin, a tantalizing invitation. I reached for the small plastic vial of coconut oil I had prepared earlier, pouring a generous amount into my hand. With a delicate touch, I began to massage her hands and forearms, the warmth of the oil soothing and sensual. It wasn’t overtly erotic, but the intimacy of the moment, the shared experience, elevated it beyond the mundane.

As I continued my ministrations, her hands began to explore her own body, tracing the curves of her breasts, her thighs, and finally, her pussy. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, a testament to her mounting excitement. I watched in fascination as she moved with abandon, lost in the pleasure of her own touch. The sight of her, vulnerable and exposed, stirred something primal within me, a deep, visceral desire that threatened to consume me.

Her pace quickened, her moans intensifying as she brought herself closer to climax. The heat of her body radiated through my hand, igniting a fire within my own core. With a final, desperate gasp, she let out a piercing cry, her body convulsing with pleasure. “You are so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and breathless, “That was so sexy, I almost came myself.”

“Can I experiment a little?” she asked, her eyes pleading. The invitation hung in the air, a silent challenge, a testament to her trust and vulnerability. The thought of pushing her to the edge of ecstasy, of sharing in her pleasure, sent shivers down my spine. “Absolutely,” I replied, my voice husky with desire.

She sat up, turning to face me, and straddled me with a possessive grip. Between the warmth of the water and the slickness of her skin, I slid into her easily, the friction igniting a fire that spread through my body. We had never attempted this before, never allowed ourselves the intimacy of a bath, but tonight, surrounded by the scent of oranges and vanilla, we embraced the opportunity without hesitation.

As we settled into our positions, I felt a surge of excitement, a potent mix of anticipation and lust. I moved down, bringing my cock closer to her, feeling the heat of her body against mine. The water swirled around us, creating a miniature whirlpool of pleasure, as we began our slow, deliberate descent. The rhythm of our movements, the heat of our bodies, the intoxicating scent of the bath salts – everything conspired to create an atmosphere of intense sensuality.

I began to stroke my cock, slowly, deliberately, savoring each moment, each sensation. The water continued to lap at the bottom of her breasts, clinging to her skin like a lover’s embrace. As our bodies intertwined, our movements grew more frantic, more urgent. I felt her pulling me closer, her body arching into my grasp, her moans escalating into desperate pleas.

Suddenly, she began to rock her hips, a primal rhythm that sent shivers down my spine. The rocking increased in intensity, the movement becoming more erratic, more violent. And then, it happened. The inevitable climax, a torrent of pleasure that washed over us both. The water splashed, soaking my clothes and my body, but I didn’t care. Lost in the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure, I couldn’t think of anything else.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, we both gasped for air, our bodies trembling with exhaustion and exhilaration. “You are so wonderful,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, “And the love of my life.” "Do you think we woke up the kids?" She laughed at the thought. "I honestly don't care. Let them know that we will eternally love each other. They need to learn to deal with it!"

We dried off, wrapping ourselves in a plush towel, the scent of the bath salts still lingering in the air. As we moved towards the bedroom, I grabbed the large, ornate mirror that I had hung near our bed. Mirrors have always held a certain allure for me, a way to examine and appreciate the beauty of the body. And tonight, as we prepared for another round of indulgence, I knew that Sarah would appreciate the gesture. Her shaved pussy was begging for a little extra attention, and I was more than happy to oblige.

I led her to the bed, whispering, "I want to taste you," my voice thick with desire. Her eyes widened slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Yes, please," she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

She laid back on the bed, her body relaxed and vulnerable. I knelt down on the floor, taking in her beauty, her vulnerability, her essence. With a slow, deliberate movement, I began to kiss her pussy, tracing the curves of her labia with my lips, savoring the sensation. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the connection between us. The scent of her skin, mingled with the fragrance of the bath salts, created an intoxicating blend that heightened my senses.

As I continued to lick and stroke, her hips began to rise and fall in time with my movements, a subtle dance of pleasure. The heat of her body radiated through my hand, igniting a fire within my own core. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, a testament to her mounting excitement. She pulled my head up, guiding me towards her pussy, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. "I want you in me...now!"

I wiped my mouth and brought my face close to hers, a mischievous glint in my eyes. With a smile, I slid into her, my cock meeting her eager opening. We changed positions several times, as we do when the mirror comes out. We ended up with her on top, her weight pressing down on me, her breasts grazing my chest. Her hips continued to rock, her moans escalating into frantic cries.

As I thrust deep into her, I felt a surge of pleasure, a primal release that left me breathless. The water swirled around us, creating a miniature vortex of sensation, as we continued our passionate dance. The air hung thick with anticipation, the scent of oranges and vanilla mingling with the sweat of our bodies. And then, as I reached the climax, I felt her gasp, her body convulsing with pleasure.

“You are so wonderful,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, “And the love of my life.” The words hung in the air, a testament to our connection, our intimacy, our shared pleasure. I pulled out, resting my cock against her back, savoring the lingering sensation. “And you are mine,” I replied, my voice husky with desire. "Do you think we woke up the kids?" She laughed at the thought.

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