The Bath

The Bath  
 
I lay back in my sea of heat. In a one room house where windows let in the lazy sun sinking. The sun's last fingertip rays shine in blues, shines kaléidoscope dust flecked rays on the top of my bath.  
 
It is winter. The blue light reflects off the snowy outside. But i am so warm in my bathtub. The door opens, snow laced wind and man clammer into our house. The verglas on my wet shoulders causes my nipples to turn into ruby points. An exhilarating sensation assuaged by the warmth of my bathwater, and the warmth i feel seeing my love walk in.  
 
He drops an armload of firewood by the pot bellied stove. He stokes and builds our fire. He takes a kettle off the top of the stove and pours it into my tub. The heat of the water from his kettle cirlcles my toes, rushes up between my legs and spates my pussy with prurient effect.  
 
I raise my cloth from the water and squeeze dribbles from it onto my chest. He comments that the brume off the drip creates a steam that makes my nakedness look like a mirage in the haze. That the steam suggests cold, but he see's i am anything but.  
 
He comes and kneels at the side of the tub and washes me. Takes the cloth and works in jasmine scented soap. He first gently lathers my tits, my ribs and then more forcefully plunges beneath the hot water and scours my tummy. He trades his fingers for cloth as his hand reaches my Eden's gate. He  strokes my responding moan, between my nether lips and cradles my clitoral bud between two fingers and twiddles them. My head rolls back in a stupefacient state. I feel as if in dream, the heat of the water and his touch too much for rationality.  
 
In a slurred voice i ask for him to come in.  
 
He undresses as i watch. I am in deep love with the sight of his round ass and hard cock, it is beautiful and i ask to kiss his tip. He holds his penis in front of my mouth and i kiss and lick the bead of moisture collected in it's dip. The salt essence on my toungue a cocktail of the most potent kind. He scoots my bottom forward and slides into the hot soapy water behind me.  
 
He grasps me beneath my tits with strong hands and lifts me in the water. He holds his cock straight up like an iron spike and i slide down on it. The ease and hypnotic effect of the warm water combined with his hard masculinity an aphrodisiac that causes a womanly rise and fall in my hip. I bury him inside me with primal rhythmic motion. The balmy water slaps and rushes over the curved edge of tub in a delicious beat.  
 
Swoosh..swoosh...swooosh...up and over..again and again. The sounds of our heavy breathing, moans, groaning and call of names a symphonic wonder. I reach down and feel his penis thrusting up into me, my skin stretching around his shaft. His hands massage my tits and his fingers pinch my painfully erect nipples. Cold and heat all over us. I feel his buttocks clench tight and know he is close to climax. I tighten my inner sanctum arround his manhood in hard muscular beats. Until i hear him shout "Oh God!" and feel the rush of his semen displace the bathwater. He pulses in orgasm and the quick motion causes my own release. I am cumming. My God I cum.