Erotic story: “He drops to his knees for me on the ground”
When Roos runs into an old acquaintance, they pick up where they left off last time. And when he sees her playing with herself in the shower, there’s only one thing to do.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere”, he says as he quickly presses a kiss on my lips and gets out of bed. A moment later, I hear the front door close and his car start. I am alone. Alone in his house. It immediately feels a bit colder in bed. I rub my hands over my face and I smell him, I smell the sex. God, how I want to take a shower.
I jump out of bed in search of the bathroom. When I pull open the right door, I see the huge rain shower. Oh, thank you god. The natural stone tiles feel warm under my feet. As I pull open the drawers one by one, I see the almost compulsively arranged toiletries. Hmmm, he is tidy. From the bottom drawer, I fish out a large, gray towel. I turn on the tap and give the knob a little extra nudge towards hot.
As the warm water streams over my body, I finally feel a bit relaxed. I close my eyes and immediately see him in front of me. The slightly darker look in his eyes, his little beard, his hands on my breasts, how he looks at me. The excitement spreads immediately through my lower body. It’s as if every thought of him pushes me in that direction. I slowly lather myself with his too expensive shower gel. In my mind, I already feel his body on mine.
I let my fingers slide between my legs, playing with myself while the water warms me up. When I open my eyes, he suddenly leans against the bathroom cabinet, his arms crossed. I didn’t hear him come in at all and I’m startled for a moment, but I don’t stop what I’m doing. I don’t let go of his gaze. He bites his lower lip and I can already see how excited he is at his crotch.
As I turn away from him to rinse off, I hear him move behind me. He steps into the shower with me. His hands glide down my back, he squeezes my butt for a moment and I feel his lips on my neck, his tongue flicks along my earlobe. I stand there trembling with excitement on my legs and place my hands against the wall. He presses his now naked body against my back, his erection poking into my butt. I want to feel him inside me, but he clearly has other plans.
He turns me around, the water still flowing over our bodies, and then he gently pushes me against the wall. The shivers run down my back as I feel the cold stones. He kneels down in front of me on the ground. He gives almost imperceptible kisses around my navel and draws a trail with his lips, going further down each time. With his hands, he moves my legs apart. I want to feel his lips and tongue there, but he keeps circling around. He softly kisses the edge of my thigh, strokes my butt with his hands. And just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he lets his tongue slide between my labia. I hold my breath as I feel his tongue first softly and then increasingly faster there.
I tremble, my knees almost give way. With my hands, I grip his head. I want it to never stop. His tongue alternates between fast and agonizingly slow. I feel lightheaded. The warmth of the water, the cold of the wall against my back, and the lust are almost too much for me. I feel how the thoughts disappear from my head, how my body fills with only pleasure. There is nothing else but him and me, me and him. As my breath becomes heavier, he lets two fingers slide inside me, but his lips don’t leave my clitoris alone. He circles around with his tongue, sucks gently, and with his other hand kneads my butt.
It’s almost as if my body vibrates, explodes. I can’t stop moaning and call out his name as everything around me goes dark. The orgasm shocks through my body. I feel the release pull up my legs, I arch my back and press my lower body even closer against his mouth and fingers. As I sink to my knees, he quickly catches me. I feel his arms tightly around me and his warm, wet body against mine. When the fog finally lifts from my head, I open my eyes. I place my hands on his face and kiss him, while I let out a sigh. He smiles softly. “Breakfast?”, he whispers. I nod. “But only if it’s breakfast in bed,” I chuckle.
