A Fantasy Love Affair

Fantasy

Philip Bailey is hitting all the high notes in 'Fantasy'. Higher than I could ever dream of. I release my hold on her hands. They slowly move down her back playing it like a harp. I find her lips with mine. Our tongues meet, tantalizing each other. Deep. Slow. Passionately we kissed. Lost in our own desires. Her nails dig into my skin as she tries to clear her mind. Fixated on her smoky, blue eyes I take the bar of freesia scented soap and rub it gently in my hands. I caress her firm breast with the heady bubbles. They cover our bodies making everything delectably slick. Her hands keep traveling down and move between us. She deftly massages my already pulsing muscle. The soap. Her hands. The steam. Her soft, grinding body against mine. I feel like I will explode but contain myself. It's not my turn. My hand reaches lower and I find the warmth that I seek. She spreads her legs slightly allowing my fingers to slide between them. I part her soft lips and roll her firm jewel with my fingertips. She gasps as she tightens her legs around my hand. Every nerve in her body ends at my fingers. She pleads...with her eyes, a slight whimper. Warm water rolls down my back but her juices are warmer on my fingertips...drowning them. Taking her hand in mine I lace them together. Our hands move as one back to her warmth. I run her fingers through her own nectar. She trembles and closes her eyes, lost in her ecstasy. Our hands play flirtatiously between her legs. I bring her fingertips to my mouth and taste the sweetness. I draw each of hers through my lips and savor her luscious juice. Her smoky eyes don't leave our hands. Her breath is caught then releases slowly as she envisions what I have planned for her. A soft sigh escapes her lips as my tongue travels between her breasts, down, searching for more of her delicious ambrosia. Her hands push against my shoulders as she lifts her hips in hopes that I will reach my destination quickly. I nibble at the soft tuft of hair that leads to her delicacy. My hand is exploring, testing, priming where my lips are heading. 'Please' she purrs. Yes, my dear. I hear you. I am almost there and there is where I will stay until my hearts content.