The Drop

She finished drying herself after her bath.

She cracked the window open. The steam lingering in the bathroom seemed to be waiting just for that — it immediately rushed through the gap into the world outside, leaving behind a scent. Fresh. Damp. Warm.

Her skin was still hot. She loved bathing in hot water — it relaxed her and often brought her into one of her favorite moods. Just like now…

She ran her fingertips over her lotion-slick body. She wanted only one thing.

She didn’t even put on a robe — she walked naked straight into the bedroom. To him.

“I want to make love to you, darling. Now!”

“Come here,” he murmured, lying back comfortably as he pulled off his boxers.

She bit her lip. She walked to the headboard and kissed him passionately.

Mmmm… He loved when she was in that mood. So hot and wild. And so his. His woman.

Surprising!

She knelt over his face, turned toward his feet.

“Yes…”

She slowly arched her hips. And just as slowly, she began to take him in her mouth. He shivered.

The tip of his tongue touched her gently. A shiver.

She moved over him slowly, feeling him grow beneath her tongue. Down and up. Slowly. Softly.

His tongue moved over her. Down. Up. Slowly. Softly.

Her hips began to move. Faster and faster. Forward. Back. His tongue. Down. Up. Her hips. Forward. Back.

She felt hot. Her face was burning. A wave of heat flooded her entire body.

She cried out. Her body trembled. She moaned.

He pulsed against her lips. She felt it clearly and… slid him free.

She surprised him, but he didn’t react. He waited. He knew his wife already had a plan.

The bedroom was filled with the scent of their hot bodies and the crimson glow of the bedside lamp.

She braced herself on her arms, lifted her hips from his face, and began to slide lower.

She stopped above his length. Grasped him firmly and guided him to her core. She sank down onto him. Deep. Slowly.

Her hips moved forward and back. Up and down. Slowly. Deeply.

His hands tightened around her waist. His arms moved in rhythm with her hips. Forward and back. Up and down. Slowly.

He looked at his beloved. Her body. Her movements. Rhythmic.

Her back. Damp with sweat. Reflecting the red light of the lamp. A drop of sweat began to slide slowly along her spine. Lower. Between her buttocks. Those round, beautiful buttocks.

He placed his hands on them and began to squeeze in steady rhythm.

She felt the tightening. It was wonderful. Completely synchronized with her body.

Forward. Squeeze. Back. Release. Up. Squeeze. Down. Release.

Faster. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Faster.

“Oh yes,” he groaned, “I love it when you’re like this.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

He grabbed her hips. Firmly. She moaned with pleasure.

“Mmm… yes!”

Now he set the pace. His hands on her moved decisively and faster. She surrendered to it completely.

She moved faster, following his rhythm.

Faster. Forward and back. Harder. Up and down. Faster. Harder. Harder!

She felt him begin to pulse inside her. With each of her movements.

She tightened around him. Firmly. Tighter.

So hot! So good!

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

She shattered. The whole world vibrated with her.

He did too. He felt her tightening around him and let go inside her. Hard.

“Oh God! Oh yes! Yes!”

They trembled in the same rhythm.

Her movements slowed. Softer now. She was exhausted.

She stopped and slowly slid off him. Lay down beside him.

They were breathing hard. Looking into each other’s eyes. Smiling.

She stroked his cheek, and he looked at her, slowly narrowing his eyes.

“You were incredible, darling.”

“You too. I love it when you take a hot bath and fall into that mood of yours.”

“Mmm… me too. And now I think I could use a shower.”

“Yeah? Then come… we’ll go together. Who knows what we might get into.”