buffed

"Buffed"

by
Dani Benjamin

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She lets out a low groan of pleasure as she sinks into the hot water, clothed in bubbles. The scent of honeysuckle fills the dim room lit only by candles. Her eyes close as she lays back, feeling each muscle in her body relaxing in the hot bath, the steam curling the errant wisps of hair escaping the pins that hold the fiery mass of waves up on top of her head. A smiles spreads slowly across her features as her mind drifts to thoughts of him... always him.

She senses him before he makes a sound. The very air pressure in the room changes with his presence. Lazily opening her eyes, she finds him leaning against the doorway, his powerful form silhouetted in the light from the bedroom. As her deep blue eyes meet his dark ones, her breath is taken from her in a soft "gasp," and she feels the familiar lurch within her sex, followed by a flood of warmth. Unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze, she quickly lowers her eyes, the heat of the blush racing beneath her flesh.

His low voice echoes in the small room as with a satisfied grin, he speaks one word.

"Display."

Responding as she�s been trained, she pushes herself to her feet, her hands lifting to lock her fingers behind her neck, her feet moving shoulder's width apart. She pushes her elbows back, full breasts thrust forward, her rosy nipples peeking out through the bubbles like cherries on a sundae. Even with her eyes downcast, she feels his dark gaze searing her flesh. Her heart hammers in her chest as he moves closer, her pulse fluttering wildly as he approaches.

She watches, careful not to meet his eyes. He removes his jacket and hangs it over the edge of the door, and begins to roll his shirtsleeves up over his forearms. Her eyes are riveted on his hands, the large, powerful hands that are capable of manipulating her body with such delicate precision. He brings to their lovemaking the same intense concentration that he gives to his music. Each touch is measured for maximum effect.

He reaches past her and takes a large natural sea sponge from a shelf. As he leans to immerse it in the water, she swallows a moan as his clean, male scent reaches her nose. He stands again and brings the wet sponge up over her shoulder, then squeezes it. The water cascades over her flesh, taking with it the bubbles. He continues to use the sponge to rinse her body, not touching her skin, but methodically dunking and then squeezing the large sponge until every luscious curve of flesh is revealed to his gaze. She trembles as he leans back for a moment, silently apprising all that is his. She emits a small whimper as her nipples tighten into achingly hard nubs under his gaze, using all of her concentration to remain still.

He squeezes the remaining water from the sponge and lightly passes it across the tip of each nipple, dark eyes smiling as a shiver ripples through her and a low groan escapes her parted lips. Using long, rhythmic strokes, he passes the sponge across her tender flesh. The friction caused by the nearly dry sponge sets her nerve endings on fire as he passes the sponge over her skin, working from her throat down across her aching breasts, to her belly, leaving no place untouched. She turns at his command, and he continues buffing her curves, the tormenting friction causing small whimpers and moans to escape as her flesh is suffused with a soft rosy flush. A tap on her shoulder and she turns again to face him, her breath coming in tremulous gasps, the pupils of her eyes fully dilated and the air filled with the sweet musky scent of her arousal.

Trailing a fingertip down her side, he traces the sweet flare of her hip and taps her thigh with a whispered, "Relax and lift." As she begins to drop her arms, he pulls them to his shoulders. He waits as she lifts the leg he tapped to rest her foot on the edge of the tub. He begins again to stroke with the dry sponge, long rhythmic passes along her thigh, over her knee to her foot. He holds her hands and pulls her till she rests the dry foot on the floor, her other foot now resting on the edge of the tub. Again, he strokes with the sponge, the sensations causing her fingers to grip his broad shoulders as she struggles to support herself on one shaky leg.

With maddening slowness, he works his way back up the inside of her leg, the sponge rasping against her inner thigh, her mewling sounds getting louder as the flames race beneath her flesh. Her body shaking, she barely manages to utter a hoarse whisper, "Please.... oh please...." as the sponge teases across the puffy lips of her sex.

With a deep growl, he drops the sponge and as one arm snakes around her waist, his other hand grips her sex, lifting her to her toes. "Whose is this?" he hisses.

"Yours.... Oh, Yours!" She lifts frantic blue eyes to his, a deep furrow crossing her tortured brow as the sound of her blood rushing fills her head with thunder. Her hips rock against him and the heel of his hand grinds against her erect clit. A growl reverberates in her throat as she shakes her head, her teeth gritting as she fights to hold herself on the brink of release. He smiles and leans down, pausing just before his lips claim hers to murmur one word...

"Now."

His fingers curl, three of them plunging deep within her molten core as his mouth takes possession of hers in a bruising kiss, swallowing her scream of release. His tongue claims the darkest recesses of her mouth and her slippery walls ripple and contract around his fingers. He holds her shuddering form tight against his.... as her soul takes flight.

Published 6/12/2004 at Clean Sheets