art-of-domination:

They woke up that morning wrapped up in each other, their bodies comfortably entangled with one another, the warmth of each of them radiating onto the other.  

He looked over at her, kissing her cheek first then slowly working his way down her neck. She closed her eyes and drank in his mouth, sinking deeper into him as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.  

His mouth worked back up towards her ear lobe, gently nibbling on it, his voice soft and sensual.  “I want to take a bath with you.”  She opened her eyes and looked at him, a small smile crossing her lips as she nodded her head.  

“Good.  Let me get everything ready.  You relax”, he said as he got out of bed and began to fill the tub.  She lay back and closed her eyes, relaxing as the sound of running water filled her ears.  Her mind drifted to their weekend together, how much fun it had been, how much chemistry they had, there was an electricity from the moment they had met up.  She was thinking about his hands, his mouth, the way he looked at her, a way that she couldn’t quite put into words, but always made her squirm ever so slightly.  She had never met anyone like him before, someone who seemed to understand her on both a primal level and a deeply emotional one.  He could sometimes read exactly what she was thinking.  No one had ever been able to articulate things quite the way he sometimes did. Her train of thought was interrupted by the soothing tenor of his voice.  “Come, baby”, he said as he held his hand out for her, admiring her as she rose off the bed, her nude body sliding out of the sheets.  He embraced her once she was standing, kissing her softly on the lips, finding himself always wanting more of her delicious mouth.  

Hand in hand they went into the bathroom and slid into the tub.  She slid in in front of him, enjoying his hands and they began to explore her body, washing her gently, her body enjoying the subtle arousal the sensual attention was bringing her.  He took the shampoo and began to wash her hair, massaging her scalp lovingly, enjoying the way she felt and the sigh that accompanied his fingers working into her hair.  Looking at her, he knew at that moment that he would do anything for her, that he wanted to be by her side, to make her happy in whatever way he could.  He had been looking for someone to make him feel this way for a long time.  Someone who got him in every way.  Someone who seemed to be able to satisfy him and comfort him, two things that were not related, yet so deeply related.    

His hands continued to lather her, as they made the occasional small talk, but mostly they remained quiet, together in their minds and hearts their bodies against each other, content and warm.