It was a long steamy shower but it felt good to relax with the hot flow. When we stepped out we towel dried each other. I loved seeing Bette’s hair when it was wet. It crunched up in tiny curls and made her look so fresh and youthful, framing that beautiful face and vivacious smile. I never got tired of just looking at her, appreciating her, loving her. I could only hope that she was having similar thoughts because I could see affection emanating from her, through her eyes and her touch as we finished drying each other.

We pulled the covers of the bed back and settled in, laying on our sides, reaching for each other. Our bodies felt warm and soft, as we cuddled close and began to kiss each other. I loved her tongue in my mouth, touching my tongue, arousing me, stimulating my libido, making me hungry for more and more.

She was so phenomenal with her lips, dropping those little kisses all over my face, into my ear, where she whispered, “Let‘s take it really slow, baby,” and then moved on to my neck and breasts. I never got enough of her gentleness and tenderness, never enough of how willing she was to just make me feel warm and wonderful.

She was good with her hands too, using just the soft pads of her fingers to send shivers from my head to my toes, as she teased my skin down my belly, leaving a path of goose bumps, to the inside of my thighs where she liked to draw caressing circles, until I squirmed with want and longing.

Oh, we moved well together, alright. But it had not become choreographed. It was never by rote or predictable. There were always surprise moves, like now, I suddenly interrupted her journey to take over the lead.

Impulsively I wanted to pleasure her. I laid a hand over one of her breasts and kneaded it lightly while I kissed and licked the other one. Then I slipped a hand down, between her legs and gently brushed over the folds of her privacy there. I eased in a finger to go inside of her. Two fingers to feel her wetness. It always amazed me how easily and quickly her love juices flowed. I felt the hot moisture inside, as if the shower water had invaded that place.

I wanted to kiss it. I felt a strong urge to go down on her and so I slowly kissed and licked my way there.

She laid on her back and spread her legs for me. She had said that we would take it slow, so I tried very hard to do that, flicking my tongue over her clit, feeling her nub, like her nipples, aroused into hardness. I heard her responding with moans of pleasure that I had become familiar with and which always encouraged me to go on. I slow kissed her labia softly inching my way down and then extended my tongue into her vaginal passage. I smelled and tasted her passion and it so turned me on that I could feel myself close to a climax, a thing that had never happened to me before, without her having more to do with it.

She had her hands in my hair, pressing against my head while she arched her pelvic area up into me. I was stretched out between her legs with my feet over the end of the bed. I reached for a pillow that was laying next to me and put it between my legs. I pushed my pelvic area down against it, dry humping several times, at the same time taking care of her, all of which was such a turn on, I came against the pillow, followed by her coming into my mouth.

I laid my head on her thigh, breathing heavily, hearing her reacting similarly above me.

That way, that position was a first, another extraordinary first with this woman I hoped to spend the rest of my life with.