Bathing with you (Asphyx) by Lottie

The steam from the filled tub pervades the room, diffusing the low light into an atmospheric mist.

My eyes trace the contours of your firm naked body, as you recline before me, displaying an easy, relaxed self confidence that is so breathtakingly attractive.

The laughter, teasing and sexual intimations of the day echo silently between us and my barely suppressed erotic tension blossoms into an absolute need.

I lean forward and very gently, with soap covered hands, begin to bathe and explore the man before me. Initially you submit to my touch, finding a gradual release in every caress and stroke that incites a response.

My exploration becomes more assertive and insistent as my confidence in your reactions increase. I delight in the catch of your breath, your rigidly stiff nipples and the awareness of your swiftly rising erection.

Suddenly you grab my hands and sit up, in one almost continuous movement you reverse our positions. One negligently placed hand behind my head offers support as your lips crush against mine in passionately vicious kiss. The surprise of the move leaves my mind struggling to catch up as my body responds instinctively returning your kiss with equal force and desire.

A slight move in your posture as you anchor yourself gives me a brief, almost telepathic, seconds warning of your intention.

Your hands grip my slight shoulders and before I can protest you push me down. My heart pounds frantically as my face is submerged, I close my eyes and desperately hold my breath, all thought seems suspended in the overload of sensation.

Almost immediately your hands grip rather than push and you pull me up into a relatively gentle embrace. My arms grab around your neck in an instinctive frightened panic as I try to assess what is happening. You gently disentangle yourself and stroking my face soothingly you look into my eyes and whisper

“Trust me”.

A kiss much gentler than the first reignites my arousal and you feel my body relax.

This time I am expecting your move and rather than panic I open myself to the fantasised experience as you push me under the water again.

This time you hold me under much longer and I am just beginning to struggle to remain passively compliant as you pull me up. Your embrace pushes your now fully erect cock against my body and I wriggle in your arms in an attempt to accommodate it.

You laugh gently. “Are you ready sweetheart”? you ask.

I nod almost tentatively, wanting and fearing the game to be played out.

You lift me easily and as my muscles tense in ecstatic response to your first deep thrust you push me under for the last time. The control needed to hold that final breath and not succumb to the screaming demand of my body for sexual release is as wonderfully tormenting as I had imagined it to be. Every thrust tears at that fragile control.

Fire from now straining lungs races around my body to join the fire of suppressed orgasm in an unbearably insistent demand. My self control crumbles and as my bodies need for fulfilment over-rides its basic need for survival I submit unwillingly to my orgasm.

At the very moment I open my mouth to take that deadly instinctive in-breath I feel your hands around my throat tighten, your apparently lethal strangulation safeguarding not destroying.

Our movements are timed so perfectly that your own orgasm overwhelms as you fight to keep your life preserving grip securely around my throat. As your orgasm subsides you frantically pull me from the water welcoming this time the violent grip of the gasping, laughing girl around your neck.