Still Waters

She wants a man. She wants a man to ravish her. She wants a man to ravish her like a woman. Slow and soft and all night long.

Soaking in hot bubbles, she thinks of the tall, tone man who said “hello” on the checkout line. Steel gray eyes, strong jaw, shock of white in his black hair.

Sweat glistens on her face, steam rising from the bathwater. She is lost, feeling his lips on hers. Hands gently caressing, probing. Searching out soft spots, curves. The contrast of rough skin against smooth. 

She blissfully aches. Touches herself underneath the water.

On her back, he would come to her quietly, gently. Light kisses on her thighs, belly, neck. He would move her easily onto her stomach. Bury his face in her hair, bite her shoulder. His fingers running up the backs of her legs, into the folds of her ass. Flicking his warm tongue on the base of her spine.

Wanting her, hard for her. He holds her throat with one hand, the other searching the V of her legs. Then … his thumb in her ass, index finger in her pussy, middle circling the button.

She shudders, makes small waves. Sighs desire. Wanting him to go faster now, but enjoying the tension. She shifts in the tub to get a better angle. Breath hot, heart beating fast, eyes closed.

He would flip her over, teethe her nipples. Moving down, his wet mouth sucking up her sex, enveloping her. This would go on a long while until she couldn’t stand it. Abdominal convulsing, body tensed. Then massive release with sound.

She sinks below the waterline, blows air through her nose. Surfaces, wet and flush. She waits. The water stills. Her heart beats and beats and beats. She stays, unmoving, until she is calm.