The warmth of the water washes over us as we enjoy an indulgent shower where cleanliness is the last of either of our thoughts. Pools of water between my cleavage and his strong chest when we pull close for kisses. Droplets of water cling to our bodies, emphasizing curves and bulges. Rivulets running along every crack, every line where a prominent vein sticks out.
As with all indulgent showers, I feel calm and relaxed. All of my anxieties, the deadlines from work, the things I should do around the house, the bills I should pay, the friends I should call more often… all of it falls away as this sensual shared experiences overpowers all of them. The way the shower always overpowers the world feels so similar to the way _he_ can overpower _me_ when he needs to take control away from me, when he can see that I’m struggling to let it all go the way I want to.
I don’t know how long we’ve been grinning at each other, nipping, licking, touching, kissing, biting, grabbing… I do know that I am done with everything else in the universe other than this man and this moment. Ecstasy requires a clear mind, and I require the blissful orgasmic oblivion that such a dominant lover brings.