a bathtime scene...?

 He sat on the toilet seat and got lost in the ambiance of a bathroom lit by the flicker of candlelight. The only sound heard was the running water...or...maybe...the reason he only heard the running water was because of his total concentration of how still she was as the tub filled.

He noticed  a change in her physical form, the hardening of her nipples...a response to the pleasure of the water, heated, scented...?

He wished to imagine it was due to his presence but, she remained as she was, back turned, as if ignorant of his presence.

The desire was so strong to reach out and touch her nakedness but, he chose to sit still and inhale the headiness of her serenity and comfort in a moment so still.

The air became warm and the opium-like fragrance,  began to play with his reality. It felt as if he were beginning to float, the desire to discard whatever clothing now stuck uncomfortably to his aroused manhood.

His breathing became laboured, it was just too hot... when all of a sudden, she swirled around and stood straight up, water dripping down her whole length...a water nymph in all her glory...stepping out of the bath...wet...the heat steaming off her skin.

She placed herself in all her wetness, firmly between his legs, his blue jeans darkening in colour as the water dripped all over him. All he could do was stare up at her and, all she did, was stare back at him...with eyes full of lovemaking, sultry, sexy... inviting.

The heat that seemed to throb off her naked form closed into his seated frame and he couldn't help himself but, to place his hands on her hips, and draw her torso into his face, burying his mouth into the softness of her womanly tummy.

She moaned and grabbed a handful of his hair and gently pulled his head back to place the most sultry hot kiss on his hungry mouth.

Intoxicated, lost, surrendered was his whole being...RB.