A Summer to Remember(57)
“This is the kind of celebration that definitely deserves a toast,” I began in a seductive voice. “Not only are you the most stable relationship I have ever been in but you always bring me to my senses and try to keep us drama free. Thank you. Paul, and I want you to know I love you very much.”
We clinked fluted champagne glasses and sipped from the delicious bubbly with its subtle caramel aftertaste. It was, in truth, my favorite champagne since I secretly thought Dom Perignon was too dry and couldn’t hold a candle to a good bottle of Cristal.
“You’re my life and my love, Jerrica.” Paul stared into my eyes while he clutched his fluted glass with a gentleness I’d witnessed before. He had perfect hands, not too large and not small either long, tapered elegant fingers. “No one will ever measure up to you and no one ever could.”
He kissed my left brow before he continued, “I have loved you for so long, I wouldn’t know how to stop loving you and I feel privileged and honored to have you on my arm. I hope one day very soon we can make this togetherness legal and binding? It would definitely satisfy our parents who believe we are just delaying the inevitable.”
I kissed his lips ever so softly before we separated reluctantly and sipped from my champagne. I didn’t know if it was this place or because I was in Paul’s presence but I felt extremely satisfied with how everything had turned out between us. He was the one for me, I knew it in my heart, but sometimes I found myself so afraid of losing him that I had awful anxiety attacks that shook me to my very core.
“I suppose we should start thinking about our relationship over the long term,” I said at last. “I never want you to regret anything about our togetherness…if and when you’re ready to take the plunge then let me know, all right?”
Paul slipped an arm around my waist and held me close with such unspoken intimacy while we both finished our champagne. “It’s bath time.”
I smiled coyly as we separated before I shed my robe right then and there. My nude body was on display for him and I could see his eyes change from caring and loving to lust-filled with a few blinks. He began to strip off his clothes and I turned away from him and walked into the bathroom. I slipped into the tub and the water was perfect because it was very warm and sent the feeling of being buzzed on good champagne straight to my head. There were bubbles everywhere and it was the perfect set up for us.
Paul walked inside completely naked, his cock curled against his stomach in anticipation before he slid into the tub opposite the way I was sitting. I was feeling quite naughty and crawled toward him in the bath before I kissed his neck up and down. He sighed as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
My right hand immediately grabbed his manhood and caressed it underneath the layers of bubbles as his left hand caressed my neck gently and we kissed each other fully and passionately on the mouth. Our tongues felt delicious against one another’s as his right hand slipped between my legs and several selected fingers parted me like a flower before he slid two inside me and moved them in and out. His thumb pressed against my clit and that was all it took because me hips began to sway with the intense amount of pleasure from what he was doing to me.
I took my hand off his cock and wrapped both arms around his neck as his hands clutched my ass possessively and he guided him inside me. Sex in the water was beautiful and exhilarating because the water added resistance and as he thrust in and out of me with slow, languid strokes, I kissed him with such intense passion, we both lost ourselves in one another and the moment.
Paul reluctantly withdrew from inside me and stood in the tub with me wrapped comfortably in his arms. I held on tight as he stepped out and he walked us to the sofa before he sat me down in an upright position and spread my legs apart.
It didn’t matter the sofa was wet from my soaking body, the only emotion I concentrated on was my beautiful lover’s head between my legs, his fingers spread me open and he caressed my clit with his tongue before his tongue went further down and slid inside me where his cock had been so very recently.
As he tongue f*cked me, I played with my breasts and didn’t seem to feel anything but warmth and the heat coming from my skin despite the air condition being on. His index finger slid up and down my perineum and the feeling of his hands all over and his tongue in such an intimate place of my body was almost too much to take. I wanted him again but I wanted him to make love to me.
His tongue trailed back up to the hard nub of my clit and began to suckle on it gently at first before he added more pressure. He placed two fingers from his right hand inside me at the base of my G-spot and began to caress me there all while he alternated between suckling my clit and tracing slow, lazy circles around it with his wet, warm tongue.