“Well, please allow me the opportunity to consider my choices,” he teasingly stalled.  All of his senses were alight with desire for his moonlight.  And she knew it, too.  Forget the bed, he thought (though he did recall with fondness their goofy challenge), picturing if anything was gonna break, it would be within the shower they now shared.  Tiles raining down upon them, accidentally of course.  Plumbing being ruptured, accidentally of course.  Water flooding the floor due to the ripped-from-its-moorings shower curtain, accidentally of course.  Perhaps that bed wasn’t such a bad idea after all.<br/><br/>Lost in thought as to where to continue their passionate escapades, Chryseum distracted him even more with her insistent lips on his, and that greedy tongue of hers!<i>Cara mia!  </i>And then, his honey bee played him for the horny doofus he so clearly was.  Blindsided by her excellent (and highly effective) plan, the soapy washcloth was now out of his possession.  Nebula’s reaction needed to be swift!  It needed to be decisive!  It needed to be . . . who was he kidding?  None of that nonsense was going to happen.  He knew it, and she knew it.  He wickedly grinned at her, honorably relinquishing the sudsy trophy.<br/><br/>As if his hard-on hadn’t experienced enough inattentiveness, Chryseum began by cleaning his upper body.  Upper region of his body or not, the lower region twitched like a maniac at her soft cleaning skills.  The tickling under his arms garnered its expected reaction from Nebula, but it also exacerbated the twitching.  There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that she was enjoying the proceedings.<br/><br/>Nebula heard it without seeing it, the distinct<i>plop </i>of a soaked washcloth landing on tiled floor.  Meh, he thought, who needs it?  I prefer her hands anyway.  On second thought, perhaps that sudsy cloth wasn’t such a bad idea to begin with.  The fingers of his rose petal danced like sinister demons across his skin, stimulating a predictable reaction from him.  I am so gonna get you back, he thought, already deviously plotting.<br/><br/>With Chryseum pulling him into her while she backed herself up against the tiled wall, he was by no means about to protest.  Plain and simple, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.  Yet, they enjoyed these moments of teasing each other, as the symphony slowly progressed toward a thundering crescendo.  Pressed firmly against her, the moans she elicited alone made his skin crawl with a longing that burned.  Though their fiery kiss was over, Nebula never tired of her taste on his lips, and his tongue twirled with anticipation.<br/><br/>It had been decided.  His pumpkin had posed the question.  He now had the answer.  “The bed for sure,” was his simple reply, for plans were afoot.  Once the water was shut off, Nebula reached for the thick towel and dried her off first, lingering a moment longer in favorite neighborhoods.  Relatively dry himself (he was in a hurry, after all), the pair crossed the short distance to his bedroom.  No lights were necessary, but a few candles always added to the ambience.  Lighted candles, however, paled in intensity to the heat radiated between the two.<br/><br/>Initially sitting on his bed, Chryseum maneuvered herself to lie on her back.  Nebula, however, harbored other ideas.  Caressing her outer left thigh, he requested softly, “Tummy, please.”  A smoldering expression was his silent reply, as she slowly turned over.  Hovering above her and on all fours, he zeroed in on her neck.  His intended target had been denied him from earlier today, but not here, and not at this moment.  The only difference was that both her earlobes were now ripe for nibbling.  Unsure of what to expect, a soft squeak escaped Chryseum’s lips as her left earlobe was conquered.  He lingered, for it deserved more than just a gentle, solitary bite.  Breathing into her ear, it was obvious by the appearance of goosebumps on her skin that she found this both ticklish and exciting.  Naturally, her right earlobe received the same treatment.  In possession of two earlobe “scalps,” he glided down her back with only his erection touching her.  This was torture for him, but it was worth it.  Her squirming body on full display was always worth the price of admission.  Always.<br/><br/>Positioned above the Holiest of Grails (in his opinion anyway), Nebula eyed her curvaceous bottom with a clear yearning.  One hand per cheek, he began to bounce them around as if he was playing the bongos.  Her ass jiggling was always near and dear to his heart.  So much so that whenever the cafeteria had Jell-O on the menu, he would always choose a plate of the fabled dessert.  It didn’t matter what flavor it was; after all, it was all about the Jell-O Jiggle.  Eventually, Chryseum would often playfully scold him about playing with his food.  Nebula’s reply was always the same:<i>I’m not playing with my food.  I’m thinking of you</i>.  More often than not, the couple never finished their meals, as they chose to hurry back to whoever’s room was closest.<br/><br/>By now, if not so much earlier, Nebula was honed in to her varying scents of arousal.  Wishing to sample the source of said aromas, he slowly and lightly spread her legs to what he considered a proper angle.  Now flat on the mattress, though his boner seemed to be always getting in the way, his target (a moving one at that!), was right before him.  Her essence now facing him, he kissed her to the left, then kissed her to the right.  Nebula then kissed and licked her inside, and continued to do so until a damp sheen had formed on his face.<br/><br/>Stage Two of his plan in full execution (though it never really progressed beyond two stages), Nebula inserted his pleading erection into her moistness, but only its tip at first, followed by the entire head, but no more.  He repeated this motion a number of times, and each and every time, she moaned with a clear mixture of pleasure and protest.  Nebula knew she wanted all of him in her, and of course, he wished to oblige.  Always.  But not yet.  Because in a moment such as this, he cherished the fact that he could contribute to her pleasures of the flesh.  And make no mistake, he knew retribution from her was well on its way.  Sooner or later.