The night doesn’t usually end there. You want it don’t you? I have prepared a challis from which he can drink the sweet nectar of the gods. Go ahead sweetie, fuck me. His fills his hands with the fullness of my breasts and softly, ever so gently teases my nipples to full harness. In a single, slow, deep stroke, he will fill me, take my breath away. All of his ministrations are not in vain. Yeah, to a lot of people our ritual might sound time consuming and even monotonous at times but it’s the thing that keeps us secure in our love for one another and our passion burning. Carefully, he will help me stand and he’ll take the shower head to rinse the soap from my body. In a single, slow, deep stroke, he will fill me, take my breath away. I usually just throw my head back and luxuriate in the feel of his strong fingers coaxing me to the very edge of pleasure.
