“A watched kettle never boils.” She looked at me slyly, her right eyebrow lifted slightly and her lip curled up in a naughty smirk.
She laid back in the water, and her breasts floated, surrounded by soft white bubbles. I set my glass of wine down and leaned over the edge of the tub, took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it until she moaned. Squeezing it between my teeth, I bit, tenderly, pulling her breast upward and letting it drop, enjoying the sight and sound of it slapping the water as it made contact with her torso again.
I looked into her eyes as she took my face into her hands, her mouth devouring mine. She pulled me forward far enough that I instinctively put out my hand to keep myself from falling into the water, which, of course, soaked the sleeve of my shirt. Somehow, this served as an invitation to pull me in further; she put her hands on my breasts, which pulsed beneath the fabric of my shirt and bra, and the wine took over, telling me that getting in the tub, fully clothed, was a completely acceptable idea.
Water sloshed over the edge of the tub, but as my mouth again met hers, I hardly cared about the mess, or my clothes, or…anything…other than her lips and her simmering skin and the hot water. I straddled her naked body, and her hands wrapped around me, slid down around my waist and pulled my hips forward to grind against her pelvis.
When her fingers slipped between my legs and into my shorts, delving under the edge of my panties, searching for entrance, I gladly folded my hips forward to make access easier. I slipped my own hand into the water, past her forearm, between her thighs, pressed tight between my own, and squeezed two fingers into the V of her sex. Her clit wasn’t hard to find…swollen and expectant.
As the water splashed all over the tile floor, we finger fucked each other in synchronized movements and laughed out loud as we came together, our gushing orgasms vibrating and filling the water that held our bodies in a warm embrace.
“You’re right,” I said, “the kettle needs more than watching.”
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