Recently I’ve noticed my sexy antics have moved towards the bathroom more than the bedroom. This wasn’t intentional or anything, but who can say no to bubbles, candle light and some rocking tunes? Sex in the bath is romantic, but when you spice it up a bit you’re being a rockstar.

Photo on 05-06-2014 at 00.06

It was meant to be date night but both of us had reasons to be busy. We nearly cancelled, feeling stressed out and tired, not a sexy look.

“Let’s just have a chill night.”

“Ok. When will you be free?”

“Come around at 11pm.”

Some nights are just like that. I show up at his place at 11pm, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Besides bare minimum make-up I hadn’t really put much effort in. I came in, the lights were dimmed low and funk house music was playing. The night was calm and breezy and after taking my boots and socks off we sat on the sofa drinking white wine. We talked about work and friends, cuddling up together on the sofa looking at the blinking head lights. A few kisses here and there, but we both knew we were tired.

“You know what would be amazing right now?” I sigh wistfully, “A bath. A really good bath. With just a ton of bubbles. All the bubbles.”

He looks over at me and there’s that glint in his eyes when he’s onto something. He let’s go and tells me to wait. Sure enough I soon hear the sound of a running bath. I try to follow him upstairs but get told “Don’t come up! I’ll tell you when I’m ready!” About  15 minutes later I’m told to come up, and as I enter the bathroom I’m practically swallowed up by bubbles. There’s more bubbles than bathroom which makes me burst out laughing. He’s put candles in and changed the music to the new Coldplay album.

I smile, and to return the favour I start to undress him slowly. I kiss every bit of skin I can see as I do each button, and work my way down until he’s fully naked in front of me. Then I tell him to get in the bath first. As he lies back, I start to dancing along to the slow music, giving him a private panty dance. I slip into the bath with him and for a moment enjoy the hot water and bubbles. There’s no stress left in either of us. Just a gentle, soft relaxation.

That’s the only thing that’s soft though. Sitting on the other side of the bath from him, I stretch my legs out over him, and my foot brushes against a very erect penis. I’ve never done anything with my feet before, but in the slippery water it’s a strange sensation. I rub my toes across his form, looking him in the eye as I slowly, and as delicately as I can, stroke him. He closes his eyes and leans his head back.

I then sit up, and move over him. Our bodies are slick from the soap and water, so I practically slither onto him. The skin on skin contact feels smooth but hot because of the water. I can’t get out of my head how hot this is. I can feel is hardness pressing against my belly as I start to nibble on his bottom lip. I reach down with my hands and start a more steady stroking. I can feel him pulse against my palm. The confines of the bathtub makes it so he can’t move much and I get a sudden high from being on top and in control.

I slip onto him so that I’m straddling him in the bathtub, my breasts at the perfect level for him to take into his mouth and suckle on. I offer him my left breast, and then my right. As he flicks his tongue across my nipples I grind carefully of top of him, balancing myself on my toes a bit so that I graze just the very tip of him. I make myself slide down over his shaft, but not letting him in. I repeat this motion about 4 times, by which point he’s no longer sucking my boobs but his mouth is open and his eyes are closed.

I put one arm around his neck for a hold and extra leverage and then lift myself up. I use my other hand to guide the tip of his cock to my entrance and make small dips, playing the “just the tip” game. I love watching his face as I bob down, only to get off him nearly straight away. I know he wants to just thrust into me, he’s been trying to lift himself up, but the space and my position doesn’t let him. Finally I sink down so his entire length entires me in one smooth motion and he sort of breaths out in this way that makes me want to ride him really hard.

I feel like some sort of acrobat myself as I position myself better above him, bouncing up and down on top. My breasts jiggle in his face, which he helpfully takes in his hands and starts licking on. I cry out every time I feel him hitting deep inside me, the slight curve of his penis rubbing against my gspot each time. I wrap my arms around his neck as the water really starts splashing out of the bathtub and hold myself as close as possible whilst my body climaxes on top of him. It takes several minutes for me to calm down and for my body to stop shaking, him still inside me.

I get off him and ask him to sit up on the end of the bath. I use my mouth to taste myself on his cock and start licking and sucking enthusiastically, feeling him getting closer to cumming. I push my soapy breasts together to so he can fuck my breasts, and lick at the head of his penis when I’m able to. Before I know it he pulls his dick out and cum sprays all over my face, hitting my open mouth and getting on my nose. I swallow dutifully then quickly wash the rest off.

The candles have nearly burnt out and there’s not many bubbles left in the bath, but we don’t mind as we towel dry each other off and fall into bed.