Re: In Person: Sharon C/Steve R - tub things
[She had no intention of stopping, and even as she continued her slow, but deliberate movements, she was determined to feel this as long as she could. As much as she wanted to be pushed over the edge, she wanted to keep feeling Steve's large trailing the expanse of her body, and his lips on hers, on her neck, her chest, her shoulders. She wanted to continue to feel the of his slick skin against her, the firm subtle friction between their chests, and the sound of the water moving around them. She wanted to keep all of it fresh in her memory, and the best way to do that was to stay there moving on top of him for as long as possible.
The bathroom had a typical echo, there was the sound of the ocean in the distance from the window open, there was the sound of water from the tub splashing in its displacement. And then there were the more human sounds. The slight echo of moans between them - names, and the occasional curse word hanging in the air at the brief parting of their lips as she moved on top of him.
She didn't notice that the water was getting cooler; she only noticed what her fingers felt like squeezing at the back of his neck and what his body felt like squeezed between her thighs. She didn't know how long it was that they remained in their embrace, bodies moving together and breaths coming quickly. The wet ends of her long blonde hair were sticking to her back and his fingers tangled there as he held onto her tightly.
She still didn't want to stop, she didn't know how long she could keep the both of them there on the precipice, but it wasn't an easy task with him touching her the way he was and the urgent movements between their bodies. She was trying to dodge something that was rushing toward her, something her body desperately wanted, and she could feel it enveloping the both of them. Even still as the heat was pooling in her stomach and beginning to spread through the rest of her body there was a whispered plea of wait against his mouth and she knew he would try. He would give as much as she did, and when she allowed her body to give in (or it just went over the edge all on its own) it was with a dig of her nails into the back of his neck and a cry against his mouth. Her body tensed and she crushed herself against him.
Catching her breath, and him catching his, she held onto him tightly, her body shivering slightly from the coolness of the water she was just noticing and the tight embrace of their limbs entangled. She leaned further into him, her face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. She breathed heavily against his skin, her heart pounding in her chest, and she smiled.] Take that number 206.
[Her lips brushed lightly as she spoked, the breathless tone not doing much to hide the wry smile of her smart ass commentary.]