Wet, Warm, Waiting, Loving You

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as we returned from our daily dog walk, both of us coated in the sticky residue of wet fur and exertion. The heat clinging to our skin, combined with the lingering scent of wet dog and damp grass, felt utterly decadent. It was an invitation, really, to shed our clothes and indulge in the simple pleasure of a shared shower. The air hung thick with unspoken desires, fueled by the casual intimacy we’d cultivated over months of shared walks and whispered conversations. Lucy had been particularly playful lately, dropping hints and suggestive glances that left me both frustrated and utterly captivated. Each playful nudge, each lingering touch, felt like a slow burn, a deliberate provocation that ignited a fervent need within me.

As Lucy headed for the bathroom, I grabbed a selection of her favorite sensual toys, a collection of plush velvet ropes and weighted bodies designed for intense pleasure, and a generous bottle of coconut oil from the bedside table. I scattered them across the bed, a visual testament to the escalating passion between us, before joining her in the steamy shower. The water cascaded over our bodies, washing away the day’s grime and leaving us slick and vulnerable.

Lucy’s hands were already covered in a rich lather of lavender-scented soap, her fingers gently exploring my cock as she leaned in close. She pulled back my foreskin with a playful smirk, focusing her attention on the sensitive head. It was a delicious tease, a tantalizing glimpse of what was to come. I allowed her just a minute of this intense pleasure before swinging her around, laughing as she lost her balance momentarily.

“Get your hands against the wall! Spread your legs and bend your knees. Now, I need to give your sexy ass some special attention because I am going to lick your little butthole when I get out of the shower,” she commanded, her voice husky with anticipation.

Lucy obeyed instantly, her body a willing instrument of my pleasure. I spent a considerable amount of time meticulously washing her backside, paying particular attention to her delicate, pale skin. The anticipation built with each passing second, the scent of coconut oil mingling with the warm, damp air, intensifying our shared arousal. Her pussy was rapidly filling with warm, wet fluid, a clear indication of the pleasure she was experiencing. She moved her hand between her legs, creating gentle circles around her clit, her movements both deliberate and suggestive. I could feel my own cock growing hard, pulsating with a desperate need to be released. The next moment, her body began to shake uncontrollably as the first wave of orgasm surged through her. It was unmistakable, a primal release that signaled the start of something truly extraordinary. “Game On,” I thought, and our evening was set for an unforgettable experience.

Lucy emerged from the bathroom, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and uttered those iconic words, “I’ll be waiting for you, but I won’t be waiting!!” The statement felt both challenging and utterly enticing, a promise of both passion and delay. I didn't quite understand what she meant at the time, but the undercurrent of anticipation hung heavy in the air.

As I rinsed off the last remnants of soap, a buzzing sound drifted from the bedroom, confirming her presence and her intent. She wasn’t waiting to begin the game; she was waiting for me to join her in her pre-arranged pleasure. The sight that greeted me was a dream come true. Lucy was kneeling on the plush carpet, her legs spread wide, her face tilted upwards as if awaiting my approach. She had one vibrator nestled deep within her pussy, alongside another small, pulsating toy pressed firmly against her clit. Her entire body was slick with sweat, her breathing shallow and rapid, a testament to her mounting excitement.

Licking her ass had always been a guilty pleasure, something I rarely indulged in, but the thought of experiencing it with Lucy had been gnawing at me for days. She had made it abundantly clear in recent conversations that she craved intense, focused attention on that particular area. The memory of our earlier discussion, where I had expressed my desire to explore this shared fantasy, resurfaced, solidifying my resolve. I stripped off my clothes with swift, deliberate movements, ignoring the heat rising on my skin. As I lowered myself to the floor, my face submerged in her ample backside, the world narrowed down to the feel of her warm, yielding flesh beneath my tongue.

The first wave of sensation was overwhelming, a tidal rush of pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. Lucy groaned softly, a low, guttural sound of pure delight, as she began to cum with renewed vigor. My body responded instinctively, my cock throbbing in time with her rhythm. The scent of coconut oil intensified, enveloping us in a cloud of intoxicating aroma. It was a perfect moment, a collision of desire and sensation that left me breathless.

As she continued to climax, her body convulsed violently, her limbs flailing in a frenzied dance of pleasure. Her cries grew louder, more insistent, as she pushed her boundaries, exploring the depths of her own arousal. I pressed closer, savoring every inch of her body, responding to her every movement with a primal roar of my own. The air crackled with electricity, the unspoken desire between us reaching fever pitch.

Suddenly, she grabbed her towel and moved towards the bedroom, whispering those tantalizing words, "I'll be waiting for you, but I won't be waiting!!" The message was clear: she was not content to simply wait for me to initiate the pleasure. She was eager to take control, to orchestrate the experience in her own way.

Upon entering the bedroom, the scene that unfolded before me was both shocking and incredibly arousing. Lucy was kneeling on the bed, her bare ass facing me, her legs splayed wide, her delicate tailbone exposed. She had one vibrator embedded deep within her pussy, along with another small, pulsating toy strategically positioned against her clit. Her body was glistening with sweat, her breathing ragged and shallow, her eyes wide with anticipation. The sight of her vulnerability, her willingness to submit to my desires, was both captivating and deeply satisfying.

The thought of licking her ass had been consuming me for days, and now, here it was, a tangible reality. Without hesitation, I discarded my shirt and threw back my head, diving headfirst into her warm, moist flesh. The sensation was exquisite, a primal release that transcended any other form of pleasure. The world faded away as I lost myself in the sensation of her yielding flesh beneath my tongue.

Lucy moaned in response, her body shaking uncontrollably as she reached the peak of her orgasm. The sound was raw, visceral, a testament to the intensity of her pleasure. I continued to lick, my tongue tracing every contour of her body, savoring every inch of her sensitivity. Her cries intensified, escalating into a series of frantic whispers, screams, and shouts. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop! Spank my ass! Spank me! Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck! This is so good! I’m cumming again. Ram it in! Deeper! Harder. Fffffffuuuck, I cannot stop cumming!!!" The words themselves felt like a release, an acknowledgment of the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing.

At one point, I carefully removed the vibrator from her pussy and replaced it with my own, dripping cock. As my balls made contact with her sensitive clit, she shrieked with delight, her body arching backwards in ecstasy. The intensity of her pleasure was palpable, a tangible force that radiated outwards, filling the room with its intoxicating energy.

“Come closer. I want to taste your pre-cum,” she demanded, her voice hoarse with exertion. She moved forward, her movements both urgent and insistent, pulling me closer to her. As she leaned in, I slipped out of her pussy and fell onto my back, my body instinctively reaching for her. Her hands gripped my cock, pulling me forward as she began to give me a vigorous hand job. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and control.

“Come closer. I want to taste your pre-cum,” she repeated, her voice laced with urgency. As I responded to her every movement, I caught sight of her hands reaching for the bottle of coconut oil that lay on the bed. She uncapped it and poured a generous amount onto her ass, transforming it into a slippery, glistening pool of liquid pleasure. She then inserted one finger into her opening, directly into my cock, and slid it deep inside. Her movements were precise, deliberate, designed to maximize pleasure.

As she continued to explore my sensitive areas, her moans of pleasure grew louder, more frantic. "Let's do that again very soon!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with anticipation. I eagerly agreed, eager to continue this journey of shared pleasure. The night was far from over, and the possibilities seemed endless.

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