Water washes over you, hot and liquid, tiny kisses falling across your body in a steady rhythm as you stand in your shower. It slides in trickling rivers into your hair, down over the nape of your neck, swirling down your spine to caress the small of your back with its heat until it slips down over you, dripping like kisses where it pours off of your body. The steam rises around you and wraps you in a cloak of watery caresses.
My eyes meet yours through the steam as I step nude into the shower. Can you see the desire that rises from me? I want you, and that thirst is as palpable as a hot breeze that rushes across your body. Already you see my firm need presented to you, smooth and ready to take you…I want nothing more than to be inside you, sealed and stroking within the tight wet heat that makes this shower seem as but a raindrop. But I wait…
I lean forward, eyes locked on yours with my mouth nearly touching you, almost brushing across your lips as I reach behind you. So close am I that I can feel the aura of your being, and I moan as I force myself to wait…to continue to entice you…Already I can hear only your breathing…
I pull back, soap in my hands as I begin to work up the lather, sliding my hands across my chest, stroking the muscles of my body as I watch you. The soap begins to foam as my palms slide slippery across my stomach. My eyes grow darker, glowing with blue fire as my hands move lower, caressing my length, stroking slowly as I throb for you. I bite my lip as my hand curls around the head, then slides over it, coating myself in the soap. I cup myself, squeezing gently as I let my fingertips roam over myself, moaning again as I watch you, as I show you the pleasure I take from my own touch. Soon my hand curls as I begin to pump, slowly at first, stroking over my entire length. I move closer to you, eyes locked on your own as I thrust over myself faster, hips moving, both hands on my hunger, drinking lustfully of the pleasure before you. Faster…faster…mouth open as I moan…
I gasp a breath that seems to shake my entire being, steeling myself to resist going further, for now. My hands lift, covered in the slick foam of the soap. They touch you, sliding over your hips, caressing your stomach, swirling around your navel. I press you to the wall of the shower as the water wraps over us both. You can feel me hot and slick, pressed against your heat, throbbing as my length rests against you, pulsing…pulsing…aching to be inside you. Our lips meet, parting against each other, drinking each other as tongues dance in unison with our bodies…hungry, sweeping tastes as our hands explore…wanting…lustful…needing…
My hands cup your breasts, cleansing and washing you with the soap that was only moments ago caressing my own heat…I want you as I stroke you…you can feel me against you…like a coming storm…
Kisses turn to moans…
Caresses turn to kneading…
Hunger bursts into flame…
You feel me enter you, solid, slow and deep, parting you bit by bit, filling you up, pressing you to the wall, taking you in slow rhythm. I give you all of me as we kiss. Moving into you, I wrap you in my arms as your leg curls around me. Your legs spread, inviting me deeper, feeling me thrusting into you. I moan your name against your lips. We’re losing ourselves together as I touch your very core…again…again…crying out your name as we move together…struggling to keep up with you as your heat surrounds me, until we explode in a wash of pleasure that overtakes us…crashes through us…buckling with passion as the storm bursts…
as we gasp…
as we cling to each other…
as we recover…
I open my eyes and smile wickedly at you, realizing that we still have much to clean. As my mouth falls upon your neck, I reach once more for the soap.
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