It has the quality of a dream, I can see the view through the window and feel the warmth of the breeze that blows over me and the gentle sway of the trees and the quiver of each leaf captivates me.

From behind me I barely register the soft sing of door hinges and the muffled rhythm of footsteps. But the crisp smell of soap pulls me from my trance like state. I dont move, I listen for his footsteps, every nerve ending in my body measuring the closing distance between us. He has been in the shower and as he draws nearer I can feel the borrowed heat of it warming the air around him, I am chilled with the need
for his warmth and my naked body shudders against the ruff terry of my robe.
Then he is there, his mouth bent to the back of my neck, one hand reaching around me to the belt at my waist the other moving to remove the pin from my hair. His mouth is hot against my skin and I can feel the strength of his erection pressed against the curve of my bottom and for a moment I am without air and my knees threaten to buckle.
My hair is free now and my robe un-knotted, his hands have moved to my shoulders, his face buried in my hair, inhaling me, pressing himself to me. In one coordinated movement of each hand my robe falls to the
floor. He leans in closer still, his chest pressing against my back, his arms around me, hands cupping my breasts, his hips swaying to massage his rock hard penis against the shallow of my behind. His body is so warm and smooth and strong against me and my stomach
is week with wonder and anticipation of his touch. His left arm moves to cradle my breasts, pinning me tightly against him, while his right hand moves languidly down my belly to the tender, moist area
between my legs. Ever so lightly his fingers brush over my exposed pussy as his rocking motion increases its effort and appetite against me, the surreal contrast of his light fingers and hard demanding penis creates a deep ache within me, my head falls back on his shoulder the heat of his breath is quick on the side of my cheek, my back arches into his grind in a futile effort to satisfy my longing.

I can feel his excitement grow, his body becomes more ridged and his movement against me desperate. His passion saves my frustration as his teasing fingers become urgent and seeking. His fingers penetrating me in time to his throbbing cock, his thumb caressing my clit with small circular motions at intervals. I grab his right hand and plunge his fingers into my pussy  holding him exactly where I need him to be and rock my hips against them. My ass is slick with his juices and my pussy is slick with my own. My excitement is engulfing, his pleasure and my pleasure becoming one pleasure and from some far place I can hear myself start to moan. At the sound of it he squeezes me tightly, brings his left hand to my breast and pinches my right nipple, the move is so stingingly sweet and perfect that I can no longer hold back my own orgasm, my body is quivering, my muscles stiffen, I cant help but cry out as I shower his fabulous fingers in the wash of my excitement. At this his whole body stops, he is frozen in place, his body ridged and pressed tightly against me, his swollen length is pulsating, his head moves back with a groan from his throat as he presses his engorged penis deeper and deeper against the valley that separates the soft flesh of my behind. I feel his penis start to quiver and jerk and I know that he will cum, the anticipation of his release while locked in my helpless embrace forces yet another moan from my lips. Then, as though prompted by my vision, comes a primal groan and with one last urgent thrust he spills his hot fluid over and over, onto my devouring skin.
For moments afterward we cannot move, we stay locked in our embrace, hot, sweaty and out of breath, then as the cloud of our passion starts to lift he gives me a sloppy, playful kiss on the cheek and topples me backward onto the bed, where we both curl up and nap.