The roar of the surging shower dies away from our ears but the pressure from the jets dance a different dance upon our skin with every movement we make.
I turn my adorations to your pleasure and with a hand still stroking your lower lips, I put my arm around you and guide you away from the tile and lead you to the glass wall. Your arms stretch up to grab the top as I continue to tease and stroke you. As you are starting to doubt the strength in your legs, you arch your back to lean forward against the glass. Your forehead touches and you rotate your head away from one of the streams. Your breasts press against the warm glass but you leave me the rest of you to play with. I spread your legs so you can be fully available to my ministrations. I continue to fondle and stroke. Slipping around and in. Sliding one finger and then two...tracing all around the sensitive clitoris. Teasing her when she wants it.
Through a spot not yet fogged by the steam, I catch a magnificent glimpse of your inner vixen in the mirror across the room. Your closed eyes show me your concentrating on the sensations. Your head is nodding as if controlled by my busy hands. Your breast appear maximized as they are pressed flat against the glass. Your mouth is formed into a seemingly permanent 'O' maximizing the breath that is fueling this new fire. I continue my forceful, rhythmic caress of your flowering pussy now with both hands; fondling, spreading, massaging and often probing in and out and over again. Once, I glimpse you bite your lip to keep from crying out.
As you approach an even higher level of arousal, I reach my limit on how long I can stand aside, just toying or torturing and with only my hands and mouth. I pull you away only to throw you back against the wall. My erection is obvious. It was made complete by your reflection of pure lust moments ago. I stand to face you and interject it, daringly, between your thighs. I want to take you. I make a commanding eye contact as if to inform "I'm doing this." I let you slowly slide down the soapy, slick, overheated tile waiting for the trigger; your now tender lips begin to envelop my tip. I thrust myself up into you. The first thrust takes us both by surprise and we gasp together. I hold it deep inside there like I never want it to leave. Recovering first, I force a second and then take a third heavy stroke. I am repeatedly pinning you against the wall. Now faster, I establish a rhythm. We kiss when a break in our breathing allows us. Our breath quickens as I continue to pound all while your legs are wrapped around me. Your arms are around my neck again and my palms against the wall to stabilize our singular structure. Your breast dance with the motion, but delayed.
Our now constant moans increase until words are formed. Simple words at first like 'oh', 'yes' and 'there'. They are repeated, louder and louder in no certain order. As our pattern of motion continues, they build up to pairs of short phrases. "Right...there" and "don't...stop" echo around through the dense air. Our tempo increases now with forceful abandon. Approaching a glorious conclusion, these simple words extend into all out dominating, sexual commands. Even our own ears are astonished when we here our echoes of "Fuck me harder!"..."Take this!"..."Make me cum!"
Finally, "oh my God!"
Spent, we both collapse and lay on the shower floor within each others arms and let the warm water cascade over us for a little more.
