Clean

Coco was naked. Her dark skin glistened with sweat as she stretched out on the bed and pushed my head away from her crotch.

"Stop, please..." she laughed, weakly. She loves oral - she can come repeatedly, in waves upon waves of growing intensity, until she's sitting in a puddle of her own juices. Which is why I put a towel under her arse before I tied her wrists to the headboard and dove down between her thighs.

I stayed there for a long time.

Coco is very clean. To the point of neurotic over-washing, trimming, shaving and deodorizing - but whatever. What would I gain by objecting? She smells nice. And I mean the underlying smell of her, the real breathing, sweating, self-lubricating woman that she is.

Whatever Coco thinks, she is delicious.

I took another little lick, off the tip of her labia, usually compact and folded protectively inside, but now swollen and sticking out like little pink orchid leaves.

Coco moaned. "Let me go."

"Why?"

"'Cause I need to pee..." she giggled. We broke out into a fit of laughter, but I didn't relent.

"What will you give me if I let you go?"

"Oh, you know I'll give you anything darling," she purred.

I sat astride her, my balls and hard cock resting against her soft, warm belly, and reached for her wrists - each tied with a red silk sash knotted into a decorative bow. I pulled one loose.

"What if I told you I want to fuck your little arse?"

Her eyes flashed - she was aroused at the dirty talk and the directness.

"Yeah... but I really need to clean up first. You mind?"

"I like you when you're sweaty and hot - you don't need a shower."

Coco bit her lip. I saw she was serious. "No, I need to, really."

I reached up and loosened the other sash. Her hands were free. I kissed her, slowly - sucking her tongue into my mouth, nibbling on her lips...

She started wiggling around impatiently. "Sorry sweetie, I really have to..."

I let her go, mumbling yeah yeah, and she disappreared into the bathroom for a while. I think I dozed off in the meantime, lying on my back in among the abused bedclothes. I could feel the wet towel under my left thigh.

I woke up when Coco came out of the bathroom and the light fell across the bed. She stood there with a towel around her, and smiled as she let it drop slowly to the floor. Without saying anything she ran her hands up and down her body, stroking her breasts, her belly, her thighs... turning around, caressing her buttocks, showing herself. Delicately, she slid her hands between her buttocks, leaned forward, and looking straight into my eyes over her shoulder she pulled them apart to display the freshly washed cleft.

My finger trailed down the small of her back, across the sensitive pucker of her arse and in between her legs. Coco crawled into bed next to me.

"I've cleaned up for you, darling..."