Special Dessert

Sam turned the key in the door lock, secure in the knowledge that he had the house to himself. When Rebecca had called earlier that morning to ask whether she could visit her mother with the kids, he had only been too happy to acquiesce. He had a project deadline approaching fast and looked forward to the quiet weekend to progress his work.

The moment he stepped into his house, the fragrance of fresh flowers tickled his nose. His eyes swept around the candlelit room to settle upon the huge bouquet of bright roses placed upon the center table. A bottle of champagne rested in the ice bucket on the dining table laid out for two people. He picked up the card from the bouquet. It read, “I hate you for stealing my heart. Please, never return it.”

The sights and smells brought a smile to Sam’s lips. “I love you Rebecca. Now, where are you,” he muttered to himself and began to ascend the stairs leading to their bedroom. He didn’t see her there, but following the sounds reached the bathroom found her immersed under the bubble bath with only her face above the white froth. A few unruly tendrils of her lustrous black hair had slipped out of the shower cap and adorned her alabaster face like beauty spots.

She raised her chest slightly, protruding her pink nipples through the soapy mass. He gulped at the sight. “I thought you’d gone to your mom.”

A naughty smile lit her face, and she sat up in the tub. “I sent away the kids.”

He stared at her with utter bewilderment, his eyes devouring the flashes of her pink breast visible through the white suds.

She rolled her tongue over her lips and winked at him. “Get in.”

Sam tore off his clothes in a few quick moves. Rebecca giggled at the sight of his arousal which sprang up straight like a ramrod. He stepped into the tub, sat down and positioned himself behind her. She pushed her back against his broad chest , and he wrapped his sinewy arms around her. He grabbed her breasts, and planted hot kisses on her nape and shoulders, making her sigh.

Rebecca turned around in his lap. “You’ve been working so hard, darling. You need to relax.”

When he opened his mouth to protest, she shushed him and leaned across him to pick up the champagne in the ice bucket on the side. Straddling across his thighs, she uncorked the bottle, poured it into a glass and sipped it. Sam took the cue, pulled her head closer and kissed her, drinking the sweet liquor from her mouth.

Her slender fingers worked their magic on his shoulders and neck. He laid back to savor the skilled massage which melted away all his tension and soothed his nerves. His engorged manhood rubbed against her slit, and his body shuddered at the delicious contact. He reached between them and grasped the base of his tool. She shifted slightly, giving him better access to her opening. With a deft move he lodged the head of his shaft between the puffed lips of her vagina. She pushed forward, impaling herself upon his muscular spear.
Rebecca began to move her pelvis, when he grabbed her ass cheeks and gasped. “No, wait.”

She gave him a puzzled look, desire blazing in her eyes.

Sam pulled her closer to him, pressing her lush curves against his hard body. “I want to feel this moment,” he whispered and looked into the blue pools of her eyes. He removed her shower cap, and her luxuriant hair cascaded down her shoulders. Framing her angelic face in his hands, he kissed her again and again.

In spite of the warm water of the bath, his shaft could feel the heat of her crevice. Her vaginal muscles, aroused and lubricated, clutched him like a velvety vise. Sweet sensations emanated from their bond, and cocooned his body with ecstasy. He grasped her hips and moved her back and forth over his swollen penis.

Their moans of delight permeated the room as she began to rock her pelvis back and forth. Their animated motions caused the waters of the bath to spill over the edge and soil the floor. Even though he was underneath, Sam used her ass cheeks as handles and grinded her womanhood against his groin. Her love muscles collapsed around his rod, generating a coupling so tight and exquisite that it dissolved all notions of separateness. They were one body and one soul.

The climax was explosive. She flung her arms around his neck, screaming her release as he spilled his seed deep inside her womb. They lay still for a long time before toweling each other dry.

“I have cooked your favorite roast chicken,” she whispered into his ears.

He winked at her. “And, what’s for dessert?”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Champagne served in this,” he said, patting the slit between her thighs.

She gave him a deep kiss. “Naughty boy.”

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