I’ve listened to you in your shower: your moans, your cries of need, your squeals as the water licks your body and you lose yourself to wicked thoughts of being taken. Your voice drives me crazy, and I’m throbbing even more knowing that what inspired you was the story I left for you to read, and my dare to act out your desires after you’d read it. Your moans subside, the water shuts off, and I wait, secretly, in your bedroom closet.
You soon enter from your bathroom, wrapped only in a towel. Your hair is still wet. Your bare legs catch my eye as you cross the room. I wait until you pass me, then steal in behind you. Strong arms strong encircle you as my body presses in against your backside. Along your shoulder, my kiss meets your skin before I glide my tongue inward to your neck, then up to your ear.
“You taste delicious, lover. Warm, damp…”
At your moan I press closer, heated by the sound.
“I heard you in the shower,” I continue. “Do you have any idea how hot it gets me to listen to you? How hard it was to resist joining you in that shower? To surprise you while you moaned?”
I guide you to the side of the room, my arms pushing, guiding until your chest presses to the wall. My hands shift to your wrists, pinning them at the small of your back. You’ve told me how much you love this, and I’m always so hungry to turn you on. With a practiced stroke of my lips, your wet hair is swept aside from the nape of your neck, and my moan hums against your skin as I kiss there, slowly, savoring.
“I wanted to pin you to the shower wall just like this…” My hips press closer to your ass. My grip tightens. “To spread your legs and thrust into you from behind so the first thing you felt after being pressed to the tile would have been a hard, throbbing cock plunging into you, making your imagination real. Fucking you to the wall.”
Your mouth opens to speak, and I spin you to face me before you can get the words out. Eager hands–mine, or yours?–strip your towel away. My fingers thrust into your hair before I take you in a deep, fierce kiss. Again I pin you, this time your back to the wall, my chest hard on yours. The heat in my kiss matches the white hot throb of my need against your bare stomach. I am hungry, lover. So fucking hungry for you.
Your moans meet mine in that kiss, and I want more. I want to quench my lust on your body, in your body. But I force myself to wait: I want you even hotter than you are now. As our tongues luxuriously taste each other, I run my fingers down your back and squeeze your ass, pulling you up. Your legs wrap around me with an instinct, a need, that sets me growling. Can you feel me growing even harder against you? Struggling to fight the urge to enter you here and now, to fuck you until my balls are drenched with you and I’m slapping against you with furious motion, I carry you towards your bed and kneel on the floor at the end.
“Turn around,” I whisper against your mouth. My voice is raw with pleasure, my breath ragged from need. I guide you to kneel at the foot of your bed, then press my body over yours again, bending your chest over the edge of the bed until you’re leaning partially over it while you kneel. I feel the flesh of your ass on my shaft and I can’t resist sliding up and down, so hot, so smooth. Hard velvet against you. You can feel me nuzzling your heat with the tip, as if I might slide my cock into your ass and take you like that right there and now. But the motion is only teasing, for now. Slow torture. You’re not ready for it yet.
I want you hotter…
*(To be continued. Comments welcome!)*
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