The candlelight set the mood. It was a lazy day, but the sun was high and draining. Our skin was toasted from lounging outside in the hammock, although under the tree.
The bubble bath was warm, just enough to keep our body temperature. I rested against his chest as he rubbed his soapy hands tenderly up and down my chocolate thigh, which rested softly against his.
We laughed, talked and enjoyed one another’s company in that moment. I washed him, he washed me, kissing, sucking and licking a place here or there.
My, how being with him feels so…natural. Could I have honestly been made from his rib? What we have is just so rare. We talked of the fun we have in practicing to make our future baby. We REALLY have fun practicing.
Practice makes perfect as I step out of the bathtub and beckon his wet body to follow mine. Without missing a beat he hops out of the water and follows my footprints to the bed, where I’m butt naked and on all four.
His hand traces the curve of my backside from head to tail and pull me toward my heaven. I can feel him ready and pulsing, and my juices start flowing in anticipation.
Smack! His hand meets my backside before thrusting into my body with such power. I arch my back and throw my hips back at him. “I want you to take it,” I say, because I crave him so bad. “Take it all, baby, it’s yours,” I whisper as he thrusts again and again.
I feel his hand reach down and trace circles around my goodness. The double stimulation is making my body tighten and tremble. He grabs my hair and pulls it back, leaning down to whisper in my ear, ‘You gonna call me daddy yet?”
I throw a quick twist in my hip as I push right back and I hear him moan in ecstasy. “No,” I whisper, as I look over my shoulder and smile. “You may be the best damn lover, but I’m still not gonna call you daddy,” I say.
“Oh, but you will, baby. Oh but you will,” he says with a laugh. I start laughing, too, as we know all too well we say this every time.
We change positions and I find myself on top. My insecurity has vanished as I own the moment. I know it’s feeling good because the grip of his hands on my body is tightening. It feels so good even I can’t get enough.
I’m giving it to him like I’m hoola hooping, or like I’m a back ground dancer for Janet Jackson. I’m grinding my hips harder into his pelvis, trying to push him deeper and deeper inside of me. I’m sweating like I’m back outside in the heat. I’m riding my heat, and I feel like it’s ready to fully blaze.
“I’m coming, baby,” is all I hear as I grind harder and faster. He grabs my waist and squeezes me so tight. It feels so amazingly wonderful.
“Baby, I think everything left me but my soul,” I hear him say. Laughing, I agree.
“We definitely could have made a baby boy that time,” I say, with a smile.
“You so crazy,” he says, as he pulls me down for some tender kisses.
“Crazy about you,” I say, as I look into his eyes and thank God for blessing me with a wonderful man.
He says, “Not as crazy as me,” and flips me over on my back while leaving sensual kisses all over my body. They feel so nice and eventually lead to round two..