Hot Bath Time

His hand slids under her shirt and around her waist, his fingers almost molten against her back as he presses her closer to his warm, hard body. Then his lips come down on hers, and for the longest time.

She whispers: "Ah, not the moment. I need to take a bath first", but her lips say otherwise, as she continues kissing him and gets closer to him, feeling the pulsing shape into his trousers.

He pulls back, his breath warm on her lips as his gaze burns into hers. “Let's make love. Here. Now."

His words are little more than a husky growl

She makes a wicked smile. "Now? What if I don't want? What if I make you fight for it?", and she gets rid of his embrace and walks a couple of steps backwards away from him, while unbuttoning the first button of her shirt on a playfull mood, letting him see a glimpse of inviting soft, silky breast skin.

He shocks at her move. And shakes his head “Well, if you don’t want, I won’t force you, love!" There’s though desire burning bright in his dark green eye when Mari makes the invite. But he controls the need to taste her.

Mari just ignores him. She unbuttons another button, opening the shirt a bit more. What was this? A nipple? But Kyle can't be sure of what he saw because her hand quickly covers it to continue unbuttoning. "I think I forgot to wear my bra today", she whispers.

She seems to be focused on the task, but her eyes look directly at him through her hair, while she slowly caresses her lips with her tongue, making them look shiny and tasteful like ripe strawberries.

He sees it, clearly, the way she plays and attracts him.

"Don’t... just don’t play with my feelings.... Mari", he replies with a husky groan.

His protests die. He gives her no time to finish, his mouth closing on hers again, forcing her of his kiss. By the passion behind it

She expected his move and receives him replying to his kiss, faking some resistance to make him force her open her lips. At the same time she walks back, taking advantage of his impulse so they both fall, still clothed, in the hot wated tub prepared behind them. They don't seem to care, they continue kissing as if the world was about to end, with their clothes soaked and their hair stuck to their heads. Mari's shirt is now transparent, and it is true that she was wearing no bra.

Kyle looks at her small but well shaped breasts, clearly visible under the soaked fabric. He fakes disapproval. “Why don’t you wear a bra?”

Because wet shirts are sexy?, she’s about to reply, but instead she says “What? I wanted to wear comfortable clothes before going to the bath. A good thing, because this way that beautiful lace bra has not been damaged”.

“What about the panties?”

“I’m not wearing those panties”, she teases “Actually… I’m wearing no panties at all”

He grins, delighted, but he doesn’t want to show it, even if his body clearly speaks different. “You damn wicked queen”, he swears.

She just laughs "I thought that would cool you down, but you just made boil the water"

“Then we should get out of here”, he replies hornily, and he pulls back again and rips open her shirt. Then he skims his hand up her stomach and begins circling one breast with a finger.

She protests. "I'll need to buy another one!", but she feels too hot to be angry. Her nipples are now hard and pointy due to the excitation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy a new one for you” he whispers at her ear

She licks playfully his ear and whispers back "Make it two" And rips his shirt too

“Ah! Now you just waste your time about my shirt”, he chuckles, licking her ear back.

"Ah you think that's wasting time?", she says while caressing his chest

His gaze held hers, leaving her drowning in the dark pool of his desire as his caress gradually worked inwards, reaching, but not quite touching, the aching, sensitive centre of her breast.

She moans of pleasure but doesn't want to give up easily. She pushes him back into the water, only his head out, while sitting on him, and kisses his lips softly saying "I could make you drown here..."

He gulps “Ah, so you like me drown, huh?”

She plays with his hair "Only if you don't please me"

Perspiration skated her skin. His whisper-soft stroking moved to her other breast

“Ah, maybe I will not please you”

She silences him with a kiss

His mouth claimed hers again, urgently, passionately. His hands skimmed her waist

She catches him with her legs, and threads her fingers through his hair. Her lips have never enough of him.

Then he stroked her, teased her, until the shudders of pleasure became almost too much to bare. At that moment, he lifted her, claiming her in the most basic way possible. He doesn’t take time to take his wet trousers off, he just opens them to release his manhood, ready to be received by her.

She fakes resisting, but desire wins over her. She allows him lift her, and she sits down with a sigh of relief. Her body was aching for this as much as his

He thrust and surges inside her. The pressure built and built

She moves with him, panting at each thrust. She stands up over him, caressing his chest and spreading the soap bubbles over it, making her caresses softer

He chuckle at her move, and kiss her. His kiss became as fierce as his body, then his mouth left hers, and his teeth grazed her neck.

She smiles at the feeling of his teeth and threads again her fingers in his soaked hair, making it go backwards. She pulls a bit to force him leave her neck, and now it's her turn to lick under his chin and his Adam's apple. He groans. She continues, encouraged by his groan, and licks his collarbone, when he pulls her back to kiss her savagely.

Water pours all around the tub and now the floor is soaked, but the lovers don't seem to care about that. They forget about anything around them, just focused on their passionate movements. Then he slides under the water, dragging Mari with him. She chokes for a while, breathless, but she continues kissing him, their hair floating around them. A while after she tries to raise her head back, out of breath, but he holds her gently, his hands on her nape, and shares his breath to help her resist a bit longer. The feeling of being out of breath only makes her more excited and she replies to his kiss pulling him inside her a bit tighter.

Kyle takes her again by the waist. Without releasing her, without stopping the kiss, he raises up on the water, pouring even more of it on the floor, and forces her to lean back until now she's the one who is under him in the water. Still inside her, in this new position he thrusts harder and faster, reading in the rhythm of her pants the proximity of her climax. Her skin is shiny and hot for the water, her hair, a darker shade of red, sticks to her back and curls invitingly around her breasts, and small bits of foam cover her shoulders and cleavage.

He moves his hands up from her waist, holding her under her armpits, while his thumbs play with her nipples. She just scratches his back, still breathless, whispering at his ear "Go on, go on, go on, damn it!". Her hands reach down his butt and she pulls, inviting him to thrust even harder, to ram into her. He obbeys gladly and his dedication is soon rewarded by the now familiar scream of pleasure, followed by the sweet contractions between her tights, which make him shudder of pleasure too. He pushes again, enthusiastically, enthralled by his own feelings, raising tall over her, when the tub suddenly turns over and they fall to the ground pouring all the water, he still over her, still inside her.

For a moment they stop, looking at the disaster, then looking at each other. The blush on their faces, the soaked hair and the bright eyes don't help to take it seriously and finally Kyle decides to ignore everything and kisses her again, hungrily, while his hips start moving, slowly at first, but faster and more demanding a while later. Mari, free to move now that they're out of the tub, puts her legs around his hips and helps him, her hips now in a better position to help him dig a bit deeper, her legs caging him to make this moment last longer. In the meanwhile, her mouth leaves his mouth, and she licks playfuly his chin, his jawline and his ear, biting the lobe and giggling when the bite provokes in him a low growl and a faster pace in his movements. His breath gets also faster and suddenly a sigh and a choke tells her his turn has arrived, feeling again the warm flood of his seed inside her.

He sighs and falls over her, placing short kisses on her face. Then he looks around him and sees the fallen tub and the soaked floor, and chuckles.

"Don't you ever tease me if you want to have a real bath time", he says hoarsely.

</span>She giggles. "Don't you think I had already planned this?", and she hugs him for a while, ignoring the knocks on the door from concerned people outside who have heard the loud noise and are asking if everybody is all right in there.