He climbs on top of me with the eagerness of an animal in heat, and his cock presses against my drenched pussy as he leans down to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tip rubs teasingly against my folds for a moment before - Fuck, it’s in. And it’s deep.
This is a true story.
"Guess I’ll go shower alone,” I call teasingly.
His wordless, defiant response carries in from the living room, and I hear the couch settle as he gets up. He’s in the doorway, his eyes glaring but his mouth smiling. “Come on, let’s go shower,” he purrs. We both need it, after all. He’d been at work, I’d been at the gym. Why not save water, right? I smile and mutter something about how he can go shower alone, then. He laughs softly and strips down to his boxers, and comes over to grab me off the bed, and I turn over onto my stomach in an attempt to crawl away.
“I don’t wanna,” I drawl playfully - and my heart skips a beat as I suddenly feel his bulge pressing against my ass and his fingers hooking into the waistband of my workout shorts.
He tugs them down effortlessly, and I feel myself blushing at the reminder that I’m not wearing any panties. Next comes the shirt - he grabs me around the throat and pulls me up against him, my back flush against his chest, and takes a moment to wriggle me out of my overshirt. I help him with the sports bra that suddenly feels restrictive and annoying, and suddenly I’m completely naked for him. He turns me around just to admire me, and as his sterling blue gaze travels over my curves, I can’t help but feel incredibly sexy. Yes, baby, go ahead and admire what you’re married to. Take in what’s yours for the rest of our lives: the full, voluptuous tits, the way my waist tucks in before feeding into my wide, round hips to create a gorgeous, thick hourglass. The soft, wide thighs that were built to be on either side of your face, and the plump ass made for your cock. All of it.
He leads me to the bathroom, we turn on the faucet, and as we wait for it to warm up, his hands are roaming my waist and hips and ass, and his lips are on mine, and I wanna melt into his touch. I can already feel my heart starting to pound, and as he strips and we step into the shower together, it begins.
I drape my arms over his strong, toned shoulders as he pulls me in by the waist with one hand, the other moving up to caress my face as he leans in to kiss me. One of my hands tangles up in his hair as he pushes me gently against the shower wall, putting us both under the stream of warm water. My tongue slides against his soft lips, and he welcomes me, and the kiss deepens. I could die here, and be forever happy. His mouth is gentle but desperate, hungry but careful. His body is strong and wanting, and his cock presses against my belly like it’s already begging to be inside me. Is it my imagination, or can I already feel precum smearing over my skin as I moan into our kiss under the warm rain?
His hand moves from my waist, and I gasp as his fingers reach between my legs, sliding easily between my pussy lips and finding my clit. He’s skilled - as I break our kiss to lean my forehead on his shoulder and catch my breath, he laughs a soft, teasing laugh and puts just enough pressure on the little nub to drive me wild. Back and forth, back and forth between the lips of my cunt, and his other hand leaves the back of my neck to instead hold me around the waist and carry me as my legs start to tremble. It feels so good, and I’m sensitive, and the shower water is just making it more erotic to have his naked body right there in front of me, playing with me. I’m not his toy right now, not his sub, and he’s not mine. We’re equals, partners, looking to please each other and make each other feel good. He mutters, “I’ve got you,” his strokes growing just a little faster, and with just a little more pressure, and it’s not long before he once again proves what I’ve told him a million times: no man had ever made me cum as quickly or intensely as he could.
He holds me through the slight aftershock, kissing me through it, turning my body around as he does so. Suddenly my back is being sprayed with the water, and he holds eye contact as he lowers himself in the tub. I know what he’s doing, and I giggle as I balance against the wall with one hand and wrap my left leg over his shoulder. He’s carried my weight before, and I trust him - a small part of my mind, that’s not as caught up in the moment as the rest of me, thinks, Hey, he knew what he was getting into, dating and marrying a big girl. He can take it. Then the voice is silenced as he buries his face between my legs, his tongue working between my lips just as his fingers had done, and I’m suddenly shaking as he laps at my sensitive little clit. Granted, he can’t do his best work in such an awkward, cramped space, but he still somehow manages to lick me until I’m almost sure I’m going to squirt on his face. Hell, maybe I did - it was hard to tell, with the combination of the shower water and the immense pleasure he’d already given me.
He stands up, and again I’m pressed against the shower wall as he kisses me deeply, passionately. I can taste my own juices on his tongue, and it drives me insane with lust. My hand reaches down to grasp his dick, and I feel him sigh as I touch him. He’s just as sensitive as I am. Just as desperate, just as lustful. I reach one hand up to the back of his neck and pull him closer, my other hand stroking him as we kiss. We’ve changed spots, and now I find myself on my knees, his dick stretching towards my face, ready for my tongue as he looks down at me with wet hair hanging in his eager eyes.
I lean forward and lick a stripe along the shaft, deliberately, wanting him to feel my tongue. He moans, “Fuck,” and it pushes me from swirling my tongue around the tip to taking the whole thing in. I can hear him groan, and with a quick glance up at him, I continue. His dick fits perfectly in my mouth, and I realize distantly that it’s been a while since I’ve blown him. Part of me wishes I would finish him here, swallow every drop he gives me - but I want him inside me. Still, I give him what he deserves, working up and down the shaft, at one point stroking him with both hands while my tongue and lips pleasured his shaft, then deepthroating it with each stroke of my mouth and moving my tongue against the base of him. He’s rock hard, and I almost choke on the size of him, but it just makes me want him even more.
I stand up again, and after another kiss, slurring my words a little as I suggest we soap each other up. He grins excitedly at the thought of my body covered in suds and his hands spreading them over me, and I giggle again as I grab my loofah and cover it in body wash.
Oh, my God, his body is perfect. He hates it, I know - he’s skinny, despite the clear muscle definition, and it makes him insecure. I don’t think he fully understands the wonder and desire that I know is alight in my eyes as I scrub his chest. Soft white bubbles splay out like stars over his skin, and I’m suddenly mesmerized by his perfect body. This man was sculpted by the fucking gods, I know it, and I feel almost honored to be the one touching him like this. I move the loofah over his broad chest, his powerful, toned arms, his whole body. Meanwhile he’s using his own loofah to clean me, and I revel in the suds forming on my tits, my neck, my waist… He reaches around to my ass, the bubbles spreading out over each round cheek, and I moan and pull him against me, scrubbing up and down his back now. For what feels like an eternity, and at the same time is not long enough, we stay there. Somehow we forget the loofahs entirely, and it feels like we’re using each other’s perfect, naked, wet bodies to spread the soap over each other. Our hands travel all over each other’s skin, and the water falls perfectly against us, and everything feels like it’s just how it should be.
But I can barely take it anymore. I need him inside me, and we won’t be able to do it here.
We rinse off, and turn the water off, and grab our towels and dry off as quickly as we can, albeit haphazardly. His towel falls to the bathroom floor so we don't slip, and as we make our way to the bedroom, mine ends up thrown across the bed in a dreadful attempt to keep the sheets from soaking. I lay down at the edge of the bed. He climbs on top of me with the eagerness of an animal in heat, and his cock presses against my drenched pussy as he leans down to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tip rubs teasingly against my folds for a moment before -
Fuck, it’s in.
And it’s deep.
He pushes into me as deep as he can go, his hips flush against mine, and I can’t help but cry out in pain and pleasure. His tip feels like it’s at my cervix, and without hesitation, he starts to fuck me.
His hips move in perfect rhythm with the pleasure building in every vein in my body, and I melt into a moaning mess as he fucks me, his cock stretching me out, his tip pounding away at my cervix, his arms straining with effort as he rams himself harder and faster into my waiting, needy pussy.
Neither of us is going to last.
Skin-to-skin, he slides in and out with ease, and his lips meet mine again as he tenses with each thrust.
We’re going to cum together.
He sits up and puts my legs on his shoulders, and I squeeze my inner walls around him as he holds my legs and pounds me. My thighs are pressed together just the way he likes, the perfect view, the perfect tightness.
He feels so good.
The bed is creaking the way the neighbors have yelled at us for in the past, and neither of us could give less of a fuck. It’s just us here, tangled in an intense sexual passion only heightened by the erotic shower together.
Fuck, I’m gonna cum.
He echoes my thoughts aloud, just a moment before he starts thrusting harder and faster, and I feel my lower belly tighten up, and my whole body seems to be holding a breath, and suddenly…
…release.
The world explodes in ecstasy as he fills me up with his cum, buried as deep as he can go inside me, and suddenly we collapse into a single, joined mess of glowing pleasure. He lays there on top of me, and his weight soothes me as I begin to come down from my high. He’s perfect, and with a few lazy kisses planted along his neck and shoulders, I’m gently, wonderfully reminded that this is the man I get to be with for the rest of the foreseeable future.