Lingering Touch After Dark

The scent of rain hung heavy in the air as I pulled into the driveway, a familiar comfort after a long day at the office. I knew Janice would be home soon, and anticipation, a delicious tremor, began to build within me. It wasn't just the prospect of seeing her, but the knowledge that we’d spend the evening together, reconnecting in a way that always left me breathless. We’d talked about it last week, Janice wanting a little something extra, a lingering touch, a playful tease after the heat of the moment. It was a subtle request, easily granted, but one that promised to elevate our nights into something truly special.

As I waited, I paced the living room, a restless energy humming beneath my skin. I checked the bathroom, making sure the hot water was running, the candles were lit, and the soft music was queued up – a selection of blues that always seemed to set the perfect mood. Every detail had to be just right, ensuring she felt pampered, desired, and utterly spoiled. It wasn't about dominance or control; it was about catering to her every whim, fulfilling her every fantasy.

The doorbell chimed, shattering the quiet anticipation, and a wave of adrenaline surged through me as I opened the door. There she was, Janice, her dark hair damp from the rain, a radiant smile gracing her lips. She was stunning, even in her casual attire. As she stepped inside, I guided her to the table, taking off her wet shoes and gently massaging her feet with warm water and lotion. The simple act, the intimate contact, was enough to send shivers down my spine. Her reaction was immediate and unmistakable – a soft moan, a slight arch of her back, a visible flush creeping up her calves. It was the signal I was waiting for, the confirmation that she was already melting into her skin.

I leaned in, kissing her calves, lingering over the delicate curve of her thighs before moving on to her lower regions. The touch ignited a fire within me, a primal need that only she could satisfy. With a gentle hand, I led her towards the bathroom, where I had prepared a luxurious bath filled with fragrant oils and bubbles. As she slipped into the water, I quickly undressed her, my hands moving with practiced ease, my senses heightened by her warmth and scent.

Submerging myself into the steaming water, I positioned myself behind her, the heat melting away any lingering tension. My cock began to harden, a throbbing pressure against her lower back, a silent promise of pleasure to come. I began to caress her breasts gently, my fingertips tracing the curve of her nipples, while simultaneously kissing the sides of her neck, deepening the sensation. The aroma of the oils mixed with her perfume, creating an intoxicating blend that filled the room.

As her body relaxed against mine, her breathing grew deeper, more rhythmic. The anticipation built, a delicious tension that both thrilled and terrified me. I could feel her excitement mounting, her muscles tensing as she shifted slightly, seeking a better angle for pleasure. I responded with increased intensity, my grip tightening, my kisses becoming more passionate, my movements more urgent.

With a sudden surge of desire, Janice pulled herself upwards, her buttocks coming over my swollen head and shaft. She leaned forward slightly, her hand gripping the side of the tub, brushing her bush against my shaft. The contact sent a jolt through me, a primal thrill that ignited my senses. As she continued to rock back and forth, pulling herself closer and farther away, I plunged deeper into her depths, losing myself in the sensation of her body against mine.

Her cries of pleasure grew louder, more insistent, as she continued her rhythmic movements. I held her tight, using my arms to support her weight, feeling the heat radiating from her body. With a determined focus, I reached down and found her clitoris, applying firm, rapid pressure, exactly as she had requested. Her hips swayed, her legs tensed, her pussy spasmed, and she let out a series of short, passionate moans of delight as she reached her peak.

As she continued thrusting herself against me, the water splashed onto the floor, creating a small pool around our feet. I responded with a powerful, insistent thrust, deeper and deeper into her, feeling her body writhe in ecstasy. With my other hand, I wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, intensifying the sensation. We collapsed back into the water, exhausted but exhilarated, our bodies intertwined in a perfect embrace.

Janice resumed her position against me, her head resting against my pounding chest, her lower back against my completely satisfied cock. I wrapped my arms around her, gently caressing her breasts once more, this time not for stimulation, but for comfort and closeness. She nestled closer, seeking solace in my arms, her body radiating warmth and tenderness.

After a few moments of quiet intimacy, I stepped out of the tub, supporting her as she helped herself out. I reached for the softest, fluffiest towel we owned, which I had laid out earlier, and slowly dried her lovely body, patting and dabbing her with the care and attention she deserved. As I admired her curves, her beauty, and her sheer perfection, a wave of arousal washed over me. The scent of her skin, the warmth of her body, the memory of her pleasure – it was all too much to bear.

Carrying her into the bedroom, I lit several soft candles, filling the room with a warm, inviting glow. The faint aroma of beeswax mingled with the scent of her perfume, creating an atmosphere of romance and intimacy. As I placed her on the bed, I pressed play on the CD player, filling the room with the soulful sounds of blues music.

Once she was comfortable, I retrieved a single red rose from beneath the bed, its velvety petals a symbol of my love and devotion. Handing it to her, I whispered, "You felt fantastic, baby, I love you." Her eyes welled up with tears, a mixture of joy and gratitude. Snuggling close to me, she slipped between my legs and wrapped her hot, wet lips around my cock, drawing me into oblivion. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, leaving me breathless and utterly spent. We clung to each other, lost in the moment, savoring the culmination of our shared desire. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, in the warm embrace of our love, we found a sanctuary of pure bliss.

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