She was so much more beautiful than she knew. As the water from the shower cascaded down her slender form, she shone like a beacon in the dim light from the hallway. Her long light brown hair was down, heavy with water, draped over her shoulders as I gazed at her longingly. Katherine looked back at me, our blue eyes lost in each other's.
I had found a plastic stool in the next room which I placed in the center of the large shower cubicle and sat on. Taking Katherine's hand, I gently pulled her onto me, until she sat on my lap, straddling me. I reached for the shower gel and the shampoo, handing her the shampoo while I poured a generous helping of gel into my palm. I sensuously massaged the gel into the smooth skin of her back, lovingly gazing up at her as she poured some shampoo into her hands. Her delicate fingers were electric to me as they touched my head and began to work the shampoo into my dark brown locks. I could feel each fingertip running along my scalp, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps down my shoulders and arms. It was indescribable.
We kept our eyes locked as she reached for the shower head and rinsed me, the bubbles running down my body, to my waist. She smiled softly as she handed me the shower head, allowing me to rinse her back. I saw her shudder from the warmth trickling down her body. I stole a glance lower, seeing how her hair clung to the ridge of her glistening collarbone. She gently took the shower head from me and set it back in its holder, the spray now covering us both. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as the water ran down my face. My goddess was in my lap. All felt right with the world.
As I gingerly massaged from the small of her back up to her neck and down again, her hands traced a line from my cheeks to my neck, and down to my chest, following the streams of water that ran down my body. I opened my eyes again to watch the water run down her collarbone, over her breasts and down past her soft tummy. She was seen. Admired. Loved.
Her hands ran from my chest to my shoulders, down my biceps and forearms, stealing my hands away from her back. Our hands clasped in each other's, fingers intertwined, she pulled my hands close to her face, slowly moving them to look at every detail. I relished the touch of her palms pressed against mine. Her slender, delicate fingers between mine. Her gaze snapped away from my hands, once again falling on my eyes. She looked longingly down as I gazed back. Her eyes were so beautiful... like an ocean I had been lost to. I was truly at ease, my angel lulling me into a state of peaceful serenity.
I wanted her to take away all the sadness in my life. I wanted her to replace it with love and happiness. And with every fibre of my being I wanted to do the same for her. For every heartbreak she had suffered, for every time she had been left behind, mistreated or ignored. I wanted to make her whole. I wanted Katherine to feel safe. Loved. I wanted to be her happily ever after.
Releasing my hands and placing her palms on my chest, she slowly pushed me back. I leaned back, pushing the stool from underneath us as we found ourselves on the floor. I was on my back, and she was on top of me, with her forehead pressed to mine. My hands found her back, soothing and caressing as hers ran through my hair, sending shivers down my spine once again. We didn't speak a word. We just lay there, holding each other to feel safe. Her hair was draped over our heads, forming a cocoon from the rest of the world.
