My sensual dreams of you Chapter Four

My sensual dreams of you
Chapter Four

The evening is still so young, and we have already spent ourselves twice. Laying here on the bed with your head against my chest feels so comfortable and so familiar. And to think, this is still only the beginning. I have a few other surprises for tonight and I know we have many more things left to explore together.

First things first, I ask if you would like to relax a little more and pamper us a little bit. Inquiring what I have in mind, I kiss your forehead and tell you that the bathtub is sized for two people and that I have been dreaming about taking a nice, luxurious bubble bath with you, soaking away our stress, and preparing ourselves for even more pleasure.

Accepting my idea with a small kiss on my chest, we both rise from the bed and make our way toward the bathroom. I trail slightly behind you after collecting the champagne flutes and the now lukewarm bottle of champagne. As I follow you, I take you in, staring at your beautiful body from behind. I think to myself, "Absolutely gorgeous." The fine curves of each of your legs meet together in a sweet embrace of flesh around your hips and ass. The outline of your back, your sweet spine, the way your hair falls lightly upon your shoulders and upper back. My body is beginning to tingle again at the very recent memory of feeling you beside me and enjoying the taste and softness of your skin.

Before joining you in the bathroom, I go to the refrigerator, deposit the first champagne bottle in the waste bin and retrieve another from the refrigerator. Walking into the bathroom, I see you leaning over the edge of the tub, turning the knobs and allowing the warm water to fill the basin. How I wish my hands were free right now to grab out to your hips and pull you back against me. I think by now you have figured out my passion for touching you, for feeling your skin against mine, for kissing you, and for licking you. And if you have not figured out that part of the mystery yet, then this evening will continue to play witness to that fact.

Turning around slightly, you notice me standing behind you and meet my smile with one of your own. Your eyes then trail further down my body, taking it in as well, finding my love dart already coming back to life, still full of blood, glistening from the sticky remains of your saliva mixed with my semen. Your gaze takes over you and another lust rush soar through you. It has been a long time since you have felt this constant yearning for pleasure, a hunger that is never satisfied, and while it is still so new and a little uncertain, it is so very welcome.

The popping of the cork from the champagne bottle brings you back from your thoughts momentarily. Seeing the bottle in my hand and the fragrant gases escaping from the opening, you think back quickly to the sweet satisfaction the cold bottle gave you. And the blindfold, such a delicious treat. But of course, my mouth is what still has you tingling all over and wanting more.

As you turn back to the tub and tend to your duty of filling it with warm water and soapy bubbles, I pour us both another glass of champagne and offer you the flute. The combination of pleasure and further anticipation coupled with the champagne is causing a light intoxication in both of us. This evening still is like a dream, both of us walking through it hand in hand, living out our most sensuous fantasies. After our first sip, I lower my mouth to yours, place another kiss upon your sweet lips and then glance towards the bathtub.

The large basin is half-filled with water and bubbles. It is about ready for us to enter it and sink away together. With another gaze at each other, I hold out my hand to help balance you as you step into the tub, feeling the warmth against your feet and calves. Following your lead, I enter the tub with you and we both arrange ourselves in the water, sitting down in the tub with you lying between my spread legs.

Leaning back against me, you feel the hairs of my chest pressed against your back, the warmth of the water caressing your lower body, the warmth of my chest and arms caressing your upper body.

With my mouth barely an inch or so away from your sweet skin, I search it out with my lips, placing a few light kisses on your shoulder and neck.

Here we lay together in the warm bubble bath, feeling the water wash over us, partially submerged within its cleansing and relaxing depths, and it is there when you turn your head towards mine and meet my lips with a sweet kiss, our tongues searching each other, our lungs breathing in the other's essence. A pure kiss, filled with gratitude towards the experiences we have already shared, anticipation towards the night which still lies ahead of us.

Lowering our glasses on the edge of the tub, our lips are joined by roaming hands, sliding easily over our wet bodies, exploring each other, and holding the other closer and closer. Our blood begins to boil again, the heat rising within us. Your hand steals away down my stomach and finds my erect penis there bobbing up and down in the simulated undercurrent. Grasping my cock, you slowly massage it up and down, your silky, soapy fingers gliding easily over my most sensitive skin.

My lips massage your upper and lower lip separately, our tongues lashing out now at each other, our mouths once again finding that rhythm all our own, so comfortable to both of us, yet still so mysterious and new. My hands reach out to your breasts, cupping them again and massaging them. I take your hard nipples between my fingers to pinch and tweak them. The familiarity of my hands upon your body does not stop it from responding as if every touch is the first, capable of sending such waves of pleasure throughout your body.

After a few more minutes of this hot and steamy embrace, we bring each other back down, content, for now, to keep the passion and lust alive, to allow the intoxication of the alcohol to settle in, and for our bodies to renew themselves for what is sure to be a night of the sweetest passion and pleasure.

Holding you there in the bathtub, with my arms wrapped tight around you, pulling you back against me, I begin to whisper to you. You close your eyes to concentrate on my soft voice, reminiscent of the many evenings spent on the phone, masturbating to the sound of my voice unfolding such delicious stories conjured up just for you and me. As I whisper to you, I remind you of the way we felt when inside each other for the first time tonight. How incredible you looked both in and out of your dress. I tell you how soft and smooth your skin felt at my touch, how sweet and scrumptious your skin tasted, and how incredible your mouth felt tasting me.

My words are like an aphrodisiac to you. Your body begins to slip further away into this private paradise we have created for each other. My words whispered in your ear become more descriptive, beginning to reveal more of what I have in store for you tonight. As my words tell you of such sweet pleasure, my hands begin to gently roam your body again.

I then reveal the next fantasy of yours that I want to fulfill. I ask you, with your eyes closed and your body so tense with expectation, whether you are ready for me to shave your pussy as you have always wanted. Your eyes open quickly, your mind straining to recall what I just said. Did he really tell me he wanted to shave me? You ask yourself. Your body is suddenly confused. The dream of this moment has been so strong in your psyche that you cannot believe the offer has been made. The decision is yours. And while the mere thought of having this kind of fulfillment is enough to send you over the edge, your cooler side is telling you to wait until you are fully ready to enjoy me.

With your two sides battling it out, I sense your hesitation and tell you that it is okay if you want to wait. At that, your body begins to respond for you, scooting back against my cock in the tub, rubbing it against your firm ass cheeks, your hands reaching out to mine, taking one of them and bringing it down towards your pussy. And as if my hand were a razor, you bring my finger from the top of your pubic hair, down along your hairline in one stroke, bring it back up to the top and repeat the action and with that silent response, the journey toward ecstasy will continue.

The scene will be set for us to fulfill yet another fantasy of yours. To take such care of you, to have you instill such trust, and most importantly of all, to give you such incredible pleasure as you have not known. That is what is in store for both of us.

At the sudden knowledge that your body has answered positively, your mind is finally convinced that this is truly what you want, you turn around again and lock your lips to mine, another heated embrace taking shape. This time though your hands ask me to move up to the edge of the hot tub, out of the water. Your body is now overcome with such pure lust, you wait until my cock just barely surfaces, and then you wrap your fist around it, and with one long motion, pull your skin hard from the base to the tip, wiping off as much of the soapy water as possible.

Once your hand was made its full stroke, you replace it with your mouth, now so hot to taste me again and thank me for feeding your desires the way I have. Your hungry mouth devours me, taking me deep inside of you, hard against the back of your throat, tasting me, smelling the sweet fragrance of my skin and the soapy water. Your tongue darts back and forth against my underside.

Your one hand holds my cock in place at the base, your other hand lightly caressing the inside of my thighs and playing tenderly with my hanging sack. Your fingertips stroke my skin, searching underneath me to that ever-tender spot between my scrotum and asshole. Your mouth continues to suck on me, swallowing my spear hard, consumed with your passion, your long, slender index finger reaches out to my tiny, tight bud, plays with it softly, and then slowly inches inside my ass.

A feeling of unique pleasure I have never felt before overcomes me as your finger slide inside of me, massaging my insides, and your mouth now beginning to slow down its pace, finding a rhythm that matches my breathing. My hands are holding out to either side of the slippery porcelain, trying to maintain our balance as you continue to feat upon me, exploring me with your mouth, your lips, and your tongue. Your finger doing things to me I have never felt before, sliding in and out so easily with the lubrication of the soapy water.

My hips begin to gyrate back and forth, searching out your rhythm, finding it and meeting your long pumping movements, all the way inside your warm, welcoming mouth, and then all the way out, ending with a full kiss on the head of my cock. Long, deep, slow bobs of your head begin to help me reach my peak. The build-up inside me is tremendous, the anticipation ready to explode for you.

Your finger can sense my muscles tightening, your mouth milking my cock, you slow down your rhythm further, allowing me to feel your lips fully against my cock, your tongue hungry to taste me, my ass feeling every inch of your finger as you slide in and out of me. And as your mouth descends on me again, I let go a furious moan, my body tenses up tightly, and I cum hard in your mouth, my pleasure spilling forth and filling you up.

Hungrily taking me inside of you, the warmth consuming you, your mouth relaxes slightly, and you begin to slowly ease off me, licking me clean, running your tongue over your lips to not deprive yourself of any of your rewards. Your finger slowly slides out of me, a little play with the entrance of my tiny bud as you exit it, and we slide back down into the water again, taking on our now-customary position of you laying between my legs, your back pressed up against my chest.

Holding you there a few more minutes, just basking in this latest release, I gently kiss your earlobe and whisper, "Thank you. And are you ready for me now?"

To be continued