Anna pulled away. "Nuh-uh," she protested. She slid down onto her knees, the water pounding against her back. "You need a reward after last night. You only got one orgasm. I had three. That score needs to be evened out a bit."
She grasped the base of his shaft in her hand, the forefinger and thumb barely touching. Alex groaned and lightly pushed his hips forward trying to encourage her. She didn't need any encouragement—did she ever? She leaned into him until her mouth floated mere inches away from his throbbing cock. Anna dipped her head and licked from the base to the tip, catching a stray drop of water doing so. Her mouth made a downward retreat. She took one ball into her mouth, playing with it gently with her tongue, rolling it around inside its sack. Slowly she removed it, releasing it with a soft *pop* sound, before doing the same with the other. Precum started to leak from Alex's hole and mix with water droplets, making its slow decent over the head and down the shaft. She licked from his balls to directly underneath the head and stopped. He held his breath waiting for her to continue, but slowly exhaled when he realized this would not be a quick blow job. She licked again from the base of the shaft to under the head, very slowly moving her tongue back and forth while moving up. Reaching the head, her tongue played right under it, hitting nerves usually left untouched. Just short of grabbing her head and forcing her mouth onto him, she moved so her head hovered over his head, stuck out her tongue and started drawing a spiral from the outside to his hole. She moved slowly, methodically, and it killed him on the inside. Horny impatience boiled inside him. Finally, Anna reached his hole, covered his head with her mouth and dropped down as far as she could go without gagging. She held him there for a moment and swallowed, caressing his shaft with her throat as it squeezed. Alex's breathing turned haggard, his release the only thing on his mind. She backed off until she had just the head in her mouth and she sucked slowly, rhythmically, while jacking him with one of her hands. The other fondled his balls, rolling them around in her palm. She felt his cock grow inside her mouth and she knew he was close and that he was going to cum hard. Anna quickened her jacking of him and increased the pressure of her mouth while pulling his balls down as a way to delay his release. He moaned at the movement, his hips jostling with pleasure, his release imminent. She sucked him harder, licking furiously at his tip. He couldn't hold back anymore, his seed spurted out hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly while he continued to empty himself into her hungry mouth. He tasted salty and sweet, probably because of the pineapple from last night. Only after she drained him did she remove her cum-filled mouth from his cock. She rose up onto her feet, opened her mouth showing him his juice, and swallowed it. She licked her lips trying to get every drop. His cum was the best thing she had ever tasted, even better than chocolate and she was a chocolate freak.
They finished showering and stayed there until the hot water ran out. He wrapped a towel around himself and then around his wife. He took great care to dry her, watching her breasts entranced as he dried them, the nipples becoming small and crinkly. Alex's cock stirred at the sight. He didn't know how it was possible after last night's rendezvous and that morning's BJ. Sometimes he thought his cock belonged to a teenager's; it never seemed satisfied, even though he was on the wrong side of his 20s. Anna didn't mind his libido, she actually welcomed and had only turned him down once in their two years of marriage. She had actually had a headache, and she never got those, so he knew it had been a legitimate excuse that night. But the next day she had more than made it up to him, reenacting a scene they had seen right after finishing a porno. He smiled for the rest of that day.
But her nipples, her breasts, really, entranced him to distraction. Every time she seemed the least bit cold, he could only think of what happened under her shirt, under her bra. He imagined the hard nubs pushing against the fabric, like they wished his mouth was there to warm them.
Alex finished drying her front. "Turn around," he said softly and she did as he commanded. He wrapped the towel around her, his hands moving methodically while his eyes were fastened onto her ass. His cock came to life, stirring and growing to half-mast.
"Babe, you okay?" Anna asked over her shoulder. Alex had stopped drying her and she wanted to know what the holdup was. She turned around and set her hands on her hips. "See something you like?"
