“Shit!”
He pumped in and out while he watched her face. Water trickled down her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her mouth was parted. She braced herself against the tile, her hand balled into a fist.
When his thumb found her clit her legs gave out on her, but she steadied herself by grabbing onto his shoulder.
He inched up her body, hovering just next to her skin as he made his way north. He took her lips in a long, slow kiss. Their first kiss.
He held it, content to enjoy the feel of her softness, but a quiet moan sparked a desperate need to claim her mouth. He darted his tongue ou
t, swiping it across her bottom lip, and she parted for him. As he delved into her warmth, she let him lead. His tongue searched out new territory, swiping across her teeth, and massaging her tongue. Her hands cupped the sides of his face, and she deepened the kiss. He felt it all the way to his toes.
He gripped just under her bottom, thanking the bathroom gods for the convenience and utilitarianism of the shower ledge when he rested her body on the wet tile.
She cringed. “Cold!”
“Hold on.” He pulled her up with one hand; the other grabbed the showerhead and lifted it off the hook. He sprayed the tile, warming up the spot, and then guided her back down.
“Are you always a gentleman?”
“I try.” His thoughts were nowhere near gentlemanly. His eyebrow lifted as he got a brilliant idea with the showerhead in his hand.
The water pulsed hard against his palm as he searched for the...bingo. The rivulets massaged as they hit his hand.
He aimed the water at her chest and watched it stream down her plump breasts. He circled one then the other, watching her nipples harden right before his eyes.
“I knew I should have taken that water therapy class.”
“Feel good?”
“Like a million tiny fingers massaging my body.”
He moved closer and lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist. She was spread open. He saw her cream concentrated at the core of her swollen, pink folds.
“Lower,” she pleaded quietly. He moved the spray, the pulsing now against her rib cage.
“There?”
“Lower.” Her hands grabbed the ledge on either side of her body. He saw her fingers tense as he lowered the spray to her belly button.
“Here?”
“Just a little bit lower.”
He aimed the spray just above her clit. “Here?” Then he circled his way around to hit the crease at her thigh.
Instead of directing she took the initiative and grabbed his hand, aiming the spray directly at her clit. If she was self-conscious before she was no longer. Her moans grew louder; she bit her bottom lip as her back bucked against the tile.
“You are so beautiful. Your body so inviting.”
There were no barriers between them. No masks or personas. He needed to go slow, and it took everything in him not to ram his cock inside her.
“I can’t wait to suck on those pink nipples and lick my way down to your pretty pussy. I want to taste every inch of you.”
She moaned low and arched her back, shaking her head from side to side. “I want you to touch me.”
“Come for me, Martina, so I can bury my cock inside you.”
“Ohhh...wow.”