I stepped out of the pants and unbuttoned the shirt. I stood under the stream of water, pressing my hands into the wall. The water pounded against my back and ran down my chest. I could feel the grime sliding off my body and being sucked into the drain. I reached for the soap and lathered my chest, arms, shoulders, and stomach. I worked the soap until I had a thick layer of bubbles covering every inch of me.
I didn’t hear the door open, but I knew she was behind me.
She pressed her breasts into my back. Her hands linked around my waist. Her entire body felt like silk as she maneuvered herself around my torso to face me. He skin slid over mine as it was meant to lock into position.
“Hi.” I smiled.
“How’s the shower?” she asked.
“I already feel better.”
“Good.” Her eyes darted seductively to my cock. It pulsed under her stare. “I’m sorry you had to stay there last night.” It was as if she didn’t want to mention the word jail. I couldn’t make it sound or seem better for her.
“I’m fine,” I answered.
She began to lower to her knees. I reached for the shower panel on the wall, switching the function to steam and mist. She grinned, licking her lips.
“I need to make sure you are completely fine.”
She touched her mouth to my cock, tasting the tip, playful at first and then thirsty for it. She sucked up and down, while raking her tongue against my dick. The combination almost made my knees buckle. I slapped the wall. She worked my cock faster. The steam rose around us. The cool mist kept the heat level from becoming combustible inside the shower. With the amount of friction her mouth created, I knew there was little time before I was spent.
Last night was hell. But being with her again was everything I needed and wanted. She knew exactly how to make me forget we had ever been apart.
My hips rocked. My breath hitched deep in my chest.
“Kennedy,” I growled, taking the back of her head.
She moaned, lost in her power. Lost in what I gave her. Lost in what we could give each other.
Our eyes met as I unleashed myself in her mouth, pumping with trembling thrusts. She groaned, swallowing everything I gave her.
“Oh shit.” She kissed the tip, and I sank to the shower floor next to her.
“Better?” she teased.
I rested my head against the wall. “Yeah.” I reached for her. “I want you too, you know.”
“Do you? You seem tired. I wanted to give you something. Something memorable. I was prepared for you to sleep through it.”
I let out a loud laugh that echoed off the tile. “How could I sleep through that?”
“Utter exhaustion,” she answered.
“Never that exhausted.”
She rubbed the side of my face. I took her palm and kissed it. Followed by her arm, and her shoulder. I reached overhead, yanking a fluffy white spa towel off the shower hook. Her eyes lit with green glowing embers when I licked her tits, lowering her to the floor. I kissed her navel, taking my time to rub the scuff against her soft skin.
She inhaled sharply when I spread her legs, brushing my cheek inside her thigh.
“So rough,” she murmured. “I think I like this.”
I looked in her eyes, before I dove between her legs.
“But do you like this?” I taunted.
I unleashed the hunger I had for her. The love. The passion. The desire I had for her body. I dipped a finger in her pussy while I lapped at her clit. Kenendy’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Her hips danced. She ground her thighs against my face. It was a quick orgasm. Already on the surface. Not the kind she could hide.
I blamed being separated. Spending the night apart. Facing the darkness alone.