Closing the front door behind me I tilt my head back and empty the last of my water bottle into my mouth. My breathing beginning to come down from my run I still managed to miss my mouth with some of the water as it cascades down my shirt and onto my running shorts. I can feel my heart slowing as my body comes down, making my way up the stairs to the bedroom so I can shower and that’s when I hear the water in the bathroom already running. I follow the sound and find you standing in the shower. The room filled with steam. The air is thick with moisture. We made our shower a special request when we built our house. Two shower heads, 6 feet long and 3 feet wide, with a complete glass set of doors. We could probably fit 6 or 7 people comfortably inside of it if we felt spicy. Looking beside the door I see your dirty clothes piled up in the corner, the mirror fogged over, my compression shorts and running shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide my growing hardness as I take a moment to watch you through the half fogged glass.
I peel off my clothes and quickly add them on top of yours before I open the glass door. Your glistening bare back is on the other side. You spin around, long wet hair sending a cascade of water spraying as it swings widely and greet me with a depraved smile that tells me you’d been hoping for this. Stepping into the shower and under the water, I waste no time in pressing myself against you. Our skin touching ignites a fire that is only fanned on by the heat of the water that is pounding on our bodies.
“If you would have taken any longer I was going to have to get myself off,” you say breathlessly as you look up at me, the depraved smile not leaving your lips. “So thank God you’re here… I woke up so wet and I need you baby….”
In response, I lean forward and kiss you. Pressing our bodies closer, feeling you mold into me like you were made for no other purpose. Moving together, I push me against the cool tile wall, gently enough so that your head doesn’t hit but roughly enough so that there was no question who was taking the lead. With your back against the wall, I look down into your eyes and watch you bite your lower lip as though you were mentally preparing yourself for what was coming next.
My eyes staying locked on yours I begin to lower myself to my knees, slowly, almost teasing you with the time I’m taking to get to where we both want me to go. I notice that your hips have already begun to move on their own, it’s very slight, but I know your body and how it silently begs for me. Finally on my knees in front of you, looking up over your body, past your breasts with their hard nipples despite the warmth of the water my tongue snakes out as I lean my head forward.
My tongue touching your warm, wet folds causes us to let out simultaneous moans. My tongue moving up along your pussy, spreading your lips apart as I collect your juices greedily before letting the tip of my tongue circle your clit before giving it a soft flick. On of your hands moves to my head, not directing but simply holding for assurance, as the other begins to massage your breast and play with your nipple. My tongue begins its work in earnest now, lapping away at your lips before focusing on your clit. Slowly I pressed two fingers against your pussy and slid them inside of you, eliciting a series of long, low whimpers from you. My fingers moving in and out of you, your walls gripping them so tightly, I curl them up in a come hither motion, rubbing the tips against your g spot as my lips enclose around your clit, my tongue flicking as I lightly suck on it.
Your breasts begin to jiggle as your entire body begins to convulse, and I know you’re about to cum. Then it happened, I heard a sharp intake of breath and your body began to shake uncontrollably. I continued my assault on your clit and g spot as I reached behind you and gripped your ass firmly with my other hand, trying to hold you up as much as hold you in place. I lost track of time as your orgasm continued, your fingers digging into my scalp until your orgasm finally began to subside and I slowly pulled my fingers out of you and took my mouth off of your clit.
Your eyes look down at me once again, half lidded in orgasmic bliss. Your hand leaving my head and reaching for my hand, slowly bringing your fingers up to your mouth, and taking your time licking and sucking your juices off of them, making a show of it for me.
My eyes follow your hand as you reach up and adjust the spray of the showerhead downward, leaving a space in the shower. “Please,” I hear you whimper, your voice filled with lust and need, “please I need to feel you.” You speak as you lower yourself to your knees beside me before moving to your back, legs spreading wide before me. I feel a growl rise up in my throat as I look over your body, an almost animalistic need taking over me. I reach forward and grab your legs, lifting them up so your feet are over my shoulders before I grab your hips and plunge my throbbing cock into you with a single thrust. I pause for a moment, fully buried inside of you, my balls resting against your ass as your head is thrown back in pleasure.
I begin moving my hips furiously, slamming my cock into you, every thrust producing a loud smack that echoes in the shower and causes my balls to slap against your ass. I don’t know how long we are like that before your eyes open wide, “Oh fucking God,” you moan, almost breathlessly. “Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me,” you repeat like a mantra, before your body begins to spasm again. Your walls, already incredibly tight, squeeze my length even more as you push me over the edge along with you. My cock swells slightly before jerking as the first rope of cum erupts deep inside of you. I continue to steadily slam my cock into you as rope after rope of my cum empties inside of you, filling you, your pussy milking my cock for every last drop I can offer you.
Finally, as the last drop of my cum leaks into you, you collapse back onto the cool shower floor, hot water still running around your skin. I begin to move my hips with the intention of pulling out of you until your hand shoots out and grips my forearm. “Not yet,” you say with an almost desperate look on your face, “just a minute more, I’m not ready to feel empty yet.”
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