"So-- here?" you ask.
"Why not here?" Kiki counters. "It doesn't need to be perfect, you silly goose."
You kiss her. She doesn't pull away.
Kiki's mouth is warm and inviting, but her lips and face are still cool from the shower. The contrast is strange against your searching tongue. She breathes heavy against you, her full chest heaving, her hands tracing invisible patterns across your dripping back.
You turn her around so she lies against the edge of the bathtub . She winces as you settle her in place.
"Are you comfortable?" you ask.
"I'll be a lot more comfortable when you're inside me," she breathes, her voice dreamy with anticipation.
You run your hands up and down her delicate body. She's damp all over, little droplets standing in neat rows along the micro-crevices of her flesh. You poke your fingertips gently against her belly and watch the drops converge at your touch, forming little rivulets that trickle down into her navel, or even further, to her crotch.
You maul her with kisses. You devour her and consume her with even more kisses, big wet smacks and little pecks and everything in between. Your lips find her dainty toes and calves, they find her long forearms and her flat belly, they find her hands and her neck. Your lips find her lips. And her lips find yours. Water falling and draining fill the space between your needful breaths -- breaths which come syncopated and strangely synchronized.
"I love you," you say, over and again: "I love you I love you I love you." She nuzzles your neck, her nose tickling your Adam's apple, as you repeat your mantra into the crown of her head.
"You always did?" she asks.
"I always did."
"You always will?"
"I always will."
Kiki reaches for your pants, arms straining. You help her pull them off of you. Your member is already hard. She grits her teeth at the searing heat of it against the soft cold skin of her stomach. You grit your teeth at the contact, too. For a moment the tiny bathroom echoes with your collective sigh: an "ahhh" that dangles, unrelieved, in the air above you.
Your fingers find her bottom. Like the rest of her, the crotch is damp. But this dampness is hot, and pulsing, and it runs through the folds of your fingers like ambrosia. You tug her bottom off with one swift motion. You enjoy the suppleness of her bare cleft against your hand, so wet and needing. You can practically feel her ache, the singing of her every nerve ending, begging for release. Your manhood twitches and sings and burns for the coming pleasure just as badly.
"Now," she says, "do it now, do it right now before I go crazy..."
You do it.
You position yourself at the dewy entrance to her mound and slide into your wife. Her silken inner walls surround your shaft and shudder deliciously around you as they accept you in. You let yourself savor it, sinking in slowly, millimeters at a time. Her neck muscles strain and her face contorts in a silent scream of ecstasy.
She reaches out for you, stroking your face. Her chest is flat, two perfectly small white barely even domes topped by two perfect pink nipples. You lean forward so she can wrap her arms around you as you finish pushing yourself in. The head of your penis makes contact with her deepest and most intimate parts.
Kiki lets out another sigh, her voice staccato and high-pitched. It's a noise insane with lust and begging for more, but filled also with love. It's a noise that says "I am yours, I am at your mercy, do whatever you want with me." Her hands run in circles through your hair. You suckle on her neck as you lie there inside her, simply enjoying the throbbing wetness of your genitals mated so obscenely together.
You pull out, and it makes an audible sound that sends a new thrill coursing through you. Kiki's inner walls cling to you, as if they don't want to let you go. But she's so wet, and your cock is pouring so much precum into of her, that those walls can't hold on forever. You pull out almost all the way, hugging her neck for support as you raise your hips. Then you slide smoothly back inside -- all the way. In this manner you establish a steady pace. The bathtub clatter beneath you. Kiki reaches at the ceiling for nothing, her hands curling and uncurling into fists. Sweat pearls with the water on her skin.
"Kiki," you moan. "Kiki, I'm going to--"
"Yes! Yes!"
You rub your cheek with hers, and then lock lips. With one more savage thrust, out and in again, you plunge yourself to the root and fill her greedy body with semen.
"Champyon! Champyon--!! aaahhhhnnn--"
You empty yourself completely, your mind going blank, your tongue mating with her mouth and your seed filling her tender womb. Your cock pulses; you grunt and heave; she trembles and cums -- and cums, and cums. She cums all around you, all over you, milking you off. You stare deeply into her half-lidded eyes and give her one more kiss.
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Good night, Kiki...
Love you so much...
