Bathed in Heat, Claimed by You

The steam hung thick in the air, clinging to the porcelain of the clawfoot tub like a lover’s embrace. Kitty had just returned from her morning run, a tangled mess of sweat-soaked cotton and mismatched socks, her orange panties discarded carelessly on the bathroom floor. The sight of them, a vibrant splash of color against the pale tile, always sent a jolt of anticipation through me. As she stripped off the remnants of her workout, a mischievous glint in her eyes, she flicked the underwear at my ankle, a playful tease before diving into the fragrant water. The scent of lavender and chamomile, carefully chosen to soothe and stimulate, filled the small space, mingling with the lingering warmth of the shower.

I’d been engrossed in a worn copy of Moby Dick, lost in the epic tale of obsession and revenge, but her declaration of a bath instantly shattered my concentration. It wasn’t just about cleanliness; it was a signal, a promise of shared pleasure, a prelude to the inevitable. We'd fantasized about these moments for years, meticulously planning our first experience in a luxurious bath, envisioning the sensation of our naked bodies intertwined, immersed in the warm embrace of the water. The honeymoon suite, a small but opulent room overlooking the Pacific, had provided the perfect setting for our shared fantasy. As soon as we’d arrived, we’d stripped down, the cool air raising goosebumps on our skin, and headed straight for the spacious bathroom. The resulting shower had been a chaotic, passionate affair, a primal release of pent-up desire. I remembered the feeling vividly – the sharp ache of my erect penis sliding across her wet, soapy stomach, the way her body arched and writhed against my hairy, conditioner-soaked leg, the intoxicating scent of her sweat mingling with the citrusy aroma of the body wash. It was a memory that lingered, a potent reminder of the raw, unfiltered pleasure we found in each other’s touch.

As I watched her settle into the tub, a book resting precariously on the ledge beside her, a wave of heat washed over me. She lit a single, flickering candle, casting dancing shadows across the walls, transforming the small bathroom into a miniature sanctuary. The pomegranate flame, casting a warm, inviting glow, illuminated the steam rising from the water, creating an atmosphere of decadent intimacy. The combination of the fragrant bath products – a potent blend of Caribbean mango body wash, cherry lotion, and a secret concoction of Bed Bath & Beyond potions – made the water feel utterly irresistible, almost intoxicating. I felt a surge of possessiveness, a primal urge to claim her as my own, to lose myself in the intoxicating heat of her skin.

I paced restlessly, the anticipation building with each passing moment. I knew she’d be waiting, savoring the solitude, anticipating my arrival. And I, in turn, craved her touch, her scent, the feel of her skin against mine. As the water filled, reaching just below her chest, I made my way towards the tub, careful not to drip on the plush Persian rug beneath. The scent intensified, enveloping me in a cloud of sweet fragrance.

She glanced up as I entered, a playful smile gracing her lips. "Hi!" she chirped, her voice filled with a delightful mix of anticipation and amusement.

I remained silent, letting my eyes do the talking. I’d been known to indulge in the ritual myself, soaking my feet in the warm water while she luxuriated in her bath, a silent observer of her sensual delight. But tonight, I was determined to be more than just a spectator. I wanted to participate, to lose myself in the intoxicating heat of the moment, to surrender to the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume me.

As she perched one leg on the shower caddy and the other over the edge of the tub, her rose petals parting slightly, I took my chance. With a deep breath, I plunged into the water, the warmth instantly soothing my muscles, the scent of the bath products filling my lungs. I moved slowly, deliberately, savoring the sensation of her skin against my own, feeling the tension drain away as we drew closer.

My hands reached out, gently tracing the curves of her thighs, the smoothness of her skin. The water clung to her body, highlighting every contour, every imperfection, making her even more alluring. As I moved closer, my intention became clear. I slowly lowered myself onto the ledge beside her, my gaze fixed on her, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Open up for me?” I murmured, my voice low and husky, a deliberate invitation.

Her eyes remained fixed on the page of her book, but her body tensed slightly, a subtle shift in her posture betraying her excitement. She slowly spread her creamy legs, her movements languid and sensual. With a gentle push, she shifted her weight, creating a small opening between her legs, a silent acknowledgement of my desire.

The scent of cherry lotion hung heavy in the air, mingling with the warm, humid steam. My breath caught in my throat as I took my first step towards her, my hand trembling slightly as I reached out to touch her.

“By now, I’ve grown solid as a rock in my sweat pants,” I said, my voice filled with a potent mix of lust and anticipation. My hands slowly plunged into the water, caressing her wet thighs, the warmth seeping into my skin. I knew she was enjoying this, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

“I decided to be bold and go straight for her womanhood,” I continued, my voice dropping even lower. I gently navigated my fingers through the water, finding the delicate entrance to her pussy, her body quivering slightly as my touch approached.

As my hand entered her wet paradise, she reacted instantly, her body arching backwards, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I pressed in slightly, feeling the gentle contraction of her muscles, the heat intensifying with each passing moment. It was a sensation unlike any other, a visceral connection that bypassed the mind and went straight to the soul.

“Dry off soon, okay? I’m going to eat some of that, I promise.” I said, my voice laced with a playful threat, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

She giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and took the time to finish her paragraph before turning to me, a towel in hand. She proceeded to perform her usual post-bath ritual, carefully drying off her body with the fluffy white towel, applying the cherry lotion in a generous layer, ensuring every inch of her skin was coated in its sweet, intoxicating scent.

As she moved away, leaving me alone in the steamy sanctuary, I remained on the ledge, savoring the lingering scent of her body, the memory of her touch still fresh in my mind. It was time to fulfill my desire, to lose myself completely in the pleasure of her body.

I slowly slid off the ledge, pulling my sweat pants down to my ankles, feeling the cool air against my skin. As I stood before her, naked and vulnerable, I took her by the hips and gently pulled her a foot closer to the edge of the mattress, where I knelt down, my eyes locked on her, my breath held captive in my chest.

Her body tensed as I leaned in, my face inches from hers, my mouth parting in anticipation. The scent of cherry lotion filled my nostrils, intoxicating me, driving me to the brink of madness. I licked my lips, savoring the anticipation, before finally plunging my tongue into her wet pussy.

"Oh, YES. Uhhhhhhhh..." she moaned, her voice a low, guttural rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

She liked the more hands-on stuff, so I gripped her thighs with two solid slaps, feeling the muscles tense beneath my grip. Then, I continued my assault, exploring every inch of her wet kitten, my tongue darting in and out, teasing and tantalizing. I knew she was enjoying this, the heat intensifying with each passing moment, her body arching and writhing in response to my touch.

“Dry off soon, okay? I’m going to eat some of that, I promise.” I repeated, my voice dripping with a mixture of lust and challenge.

She giggled again, her body trembling with pleasure, and continued to writhe as I continued my exploration, my hands moving faster, my movements more frenzied. I felt her pleasure, her desperation, her overwhelming desire, and it fueled my own, pushing me to the limits of my endurance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I pulled away, leaving her breathless and panting. I licked my lips, savoring the lingering taste of her nectar, before turning to her, my eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation.

“Husky, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Keep going. Keep go-…  Keep…  Keep go-…  Keep…  Ke-.” Her words, whispered with a desperate plea, spurred me on.

As she continued to writhe and moan, her thighs growing stronger, her body quivering with pleasure, I knew that the pleasure was far from over. The scent of cherry lotion and her own sweat mingled with the warm, humid air, creating a heady combination that made my head spin. It was a sensory overload, a perfect storm of lust and desire.

“Lick it, Husky! Take it! Drink me! NOW.” She screamed, her voice raw and primal.

I obliged, plunging my tongue into her wet pussy, savoring the taste of her nectar, feeling the heat radiate through my body. The world narrowed down to this single, intense sensation, this shared experience of pleasure, this primal connection between two souls.

As I continued my assault, exploring every inch of her wet paradise, I realized that this was more than just a sexual encounter; it was a release, a catharsis, a surrender to the overwhelming desire that had consumed us both.

With a final, desperate push, she bucked her pussy up into my face, her legs wrapping around my waist, trapping my head in a firm grip. I let out a primal scream, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure of her touch.

When she finally released her grip, I collapsed onto the bed, breathless and exhausted, but utterly satisfied. She lay beside me, her body still trembling with pleasure, her eyes closed, lost in her own world of sensation.

As I gazed down at her, my heart pounding in my chest, I knew that this was just the beginning. We had only scratched the surface of our shared desires, and I couldn't wait to continue exploring the depths of our connection, to lose ourselves completely in the intoxicating heat of each other's bodies. The bath was just the beginning, a tantalizing glimpse into the endless possibilities that lay ahead.

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