Forbidden Desire(8)

I’ll bet Nuernberg is run as a pretty tight ship as well.

To lighten the mood, I run my soapy hands down his abs – his marvelously sculpted abs, all eight sections of them. They are rock hard, thanks to the hours of gym time he has put in. Alex smiles at me and grabs my hands.

“You’re going to turn me on.”

“I thought you’d be too worried about your father to be turned on.”

“I’m worried all right, but I’m still a regular guy.”

“I’m just going to bathe you as I promised, nothing more.”

“Make sure you keep your word,” he says, still smiling.

I can tell there’s a lot going on behind his weary and black ringed eyes, but I sense he also needs comfort. So I massage his abdomen in circular motions – clockwise, and then counterclockwise. And all this while he sinks deeper and deeper into the water so that its surface is up to his neck. His eyes close. The bathroom air is redolent with the scent of roses.

I can’t help reaching for this cock.

It’s soft, but as I caress it, life begins to stir within its shaft. Alex’s eyes are still closed and he seems to have drowsed off. But there’s an apparent disconnect between his consciousness and his penis, because his shaft becomes semi-hard under my ministrations, and then harder . . . and harder. It rises in the water like a lever, and I grip it. It feels deliciously full.

My own loins stir, and a sliver of deep desire courses through me. My vaginal passage, despite being doused in bathwater, feels hollow and wanting.

A tug and a couple more strokes, and his cock is now at full mast. Its head is just below the surface of the water – a fraction too deep for me to suck.

I have a better idea.

Taking care not to disturb him (well, not too much anyway), I raise my hips. Rivers of water snake down my thighs and splash back into the bathtub. I lower my hips again onto his erect cock. His thick, warm flesh slides into my sex inch by glorious inch, sending off wild tendrils of pleasure throughout my groin. His girth crowds my passage, pushing my walls apart.

Ohhhhh.

This is where he’s meant to be. I can envision being joined like this to him forever.

I lower myself onto him as far as he can go – his head at the hungry mouth of my cervix. Even then, there’s a spare good inch of him outside. He’s still unresponsive – neck up, that is. His head lolls back against the porcelain and his lips are slightly ajar in the semblance of deep slumber. He could always fall asleep at the wink of an eyelash – an ability I have always envied. Back in our little hut in the Sumatran island of Indonesia, I would still be awake, listening to the cicadas and the night birds, and he would be fast asleep – his breathing slow and measured in the darkness.#p#分页标题#e#

I stay on top of him for a long, long while, luxuriating in the silky feel of him. He grows harder inside me, if possible.

I begin to move slowly – up and down movements along the length of his cock. The friction of my flesh against his is delicious. Curls of exquisite erotic sensation blossom in my core and dissipate everywhere else. A particularly thrilling spume zaps right up my spine, causing my throat to gasp.

Alex shifts and turns his head restlessly.

Uh oh. I halt my rocking immediately and wait for him to settle again. Don’t wake the tired darling. After a while, he sighs and lays his handsome head down.

It feels too good not to continue, and so I start up my surreptitious rocking again. Up, down. I wriggle my hips so that they rotate upon his spear. My movements cause the surface of the water to splosh a little over the edge.

Ooops.

Alex stirs again and murmurs something under his breath. I lean my head over to kiss him on the lips. My hardened nipples prod his chest.

I resume my pumping, taking care not to disturb the water level too much. My body aches for more vigor, and so I involuntarily increase my rhythm. I want him so much. It’s been days since we last had intercourse – days we had to spend traveling by jeep out of the Sumatran rainforest and to the tiny airport that would connect us to Jakarta for the first flight out of Indonesia.

I manage to establish a firm vertical trajectory that causes his penis head to strike my G-spot repeatedly and satisfyingly. Well . . . much, much more than a mere ‘satisfying’ rating because the pressure starts to build again. I find myself moaning as the spools of pleasure begin to unravel within my nerve bundles.

I accelerate my pumping, letting his cock rub into my G-spot even more fiercely.

This time, he wakes up.

“Mmmmm,” he says, slowly opening his eyes.

He’s startled when he sees me impaled on top of him.