Foam and lather

You know, after a lovely session of fucking and playing, there are certain words or actions and images that seem to stay in my mind, that flit across my mental screen and give me flashes of pleasure at the oddest times. An insistent one of late, that seems to stick there on the screen like there's a finger on the pause button, is the way he pours lube onto his big hands then softly rubs them together like he is washing them with soap, as if he's making foam and lather.

He's just there, relaxed, between my open thighs, taking his time, as if we have all the time in the world, as if my achy, hungry cunt can wait - must wait.

When the "lathering" stops, he very deliberately drizzles the liquid across the back of his hand, making his intention very clear as he smears the slickness over the knuckles, the part that's going to be pushing, pressing, stretching me. Over the part that will have me moaning and groaning and clutching his wrist, and writhing and thrusting up to meet each push.

I do so love the how light captures the gleaming, glistening drops as he makes his preparations.

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