With a quick button press, the spray pressure increased to a steady stream from all outlets.
“Yes!” Addison’s cry echoed in the shower, her voice reverberating against the tile and glass.
In a quick motion, I stood hovering over her body and aligning our faces, adjusting my hold on the shower head.
She was biting down on that plump bottom lip and I wanted nothing more than to taste her tongue.
“Give me your mouth,” I growled and Addison swiftly released the flesh. My mouth smashed against hers, the kiss wild and frantic as I wanted to drink her in. Every ounce. Every morsel.
With my free hand, I moved it under the spray, aligned my finger with her slit and stroked the opening. Her hips rocked uncontrollably and my finger slipped inside her channel, her walls clutching the digit. I worked my finger in and out of her sex as she rocked against my hand, the sprayer still focused on her clit.
A quake detonated within Addison’s body and she pulled her mouth away from mine. I missed her immediately.
“Oh, God. Oh fuck!” she cried out as her orgasm crested.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. I want all of your orgasms. They’re mine.”
My words set her off and she gripped the edges of the stool as her body shook beneath my touch.
Her body slumped against the tile and I slowly removed the shower head’s spray, letting it dangle freely.
My finger was coated in her wetness as I pulled it from her core and she moaned as it exited.
While she came back into herself, I slipped my now wet pants off my legs, kicking them over to the corner. I hooked the extra shower head back on the main sprayer and then pressed a few buttons along the wall that would open the internal privacy screen of the wall of windows. It was a feature the designer talked me into. Beyond the shower was the backyard lit up in shades of blues and pinks surrounding the pond and waterfall.
“Wow,” Addison added as she stood and turned to face the windows.
With the click of another button, the lights in the bathroom dimmed to their lowest setting and some of the electric candles around the room flickered on. Technology was great.
I stood under the spray, letting the warm water cascade over my skin. Addison joined me as I grabbed the shampoo from the wall inset and poured some into my hands. I quickly lathered my hair and rinsed out the suds.
“Come here,” I said, pouring more of the shampoo into my hands. Addison stood toe to toe with me, and her hands rested softly on my hips. “Tilt your head back.” When she complied, I began to wash her hair, yearning for the soft moans that purred as I rubbed her scalp.
With a tender touch, I twisted her body so that she was under the spray and washed her hair clean. Then I repeated the same motions with the conditioner. I knew from years around women that conditioner was a must.
Addison stood under the stream while I cleansed my skin with my body wash being mindful of my aching cock. He was hard and ready for Addison’s naked body, that was so close.
“Your turn,” I told her holding out my soapy hands.
She smiled as I ran my sudsy palms over her neck and shoulders, paying special attention to her breasts. I moved my hands over to her back and then knelt down making sure to clean her legs. With a soft touch, I ran my hand between her legs, Addison’s body quivering with each pass. As I stood, I slipped my hand between the crevice of her ass, making sure to run my finger across her puckered hole.
“Asher,” she moaned as I pressed kiss after kiss along her arm as I grew in height.
By the time I stood fully, the soap had been washed clean of her body and my patience was holding by a thread.
Tentatively her hand reached out and cupped my shaft, the touch breaking what little resolve I had. Using my foot, I maneuvered the stool to a spot in front of the glass window.
“Fuck, turn and face the glass.” When she finished, I pushed down between her shoulder blades. “Hold onto the stool.”
“What are you doing?” she asked as I swiftly moved toward my pants on the other side of the shower. I held up the strip of condoms I’d shoved in my pocket earlier. Her eyes widened in delight and anticipation.
I ripped off one of the condoms and opened the pack, storing the rest on the shelf beside the tub. The latex slid down my erection and the bastard twitched in excitement.
But I needed to make sure she was ready for me first.
Bending down, I ran my hand between her legs, the apex coated in her wetness.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you, beautiful? You’re so fucking wet for me already.”