Bubbles - part II.

I pin my hair up, peel off my clothes, and sink into the warm fizz of the tub. The bubbles part as he steps in. Water licks my skin while his mouth finds my nipple. I reach under the surface, wrap my hand around him, and stroke until he’s thick and ready. Then I lower myself onto his cock. Each slow rise and fall sends little waves over the rim. When he’s close, I climb out and kneel on the tile. He stands above me, one hand braced on the wall, the other in my hair. Hot ropes paint my face and mouth. I lick the last drops from my lips and smile up at him.