For tonight, as you prepare to shower, take me with you... As you pull your shirt over your head feel my touch as I run the back of my nails down the insides of your arms, down your sides... and as you glide your slacks over your hips feel me standing behind you, my breasts pressed up close to you, my warmth melding with yours.
You will feel the tips of my fingers move inside the band of your briefs, sliding them over your body and to the floor... my hands reaching down and pressing softly against your abdomen.
You feel my breath on your back, the light touch of my lips and tongue moving gently down your spine... your hands reaching back to touch me... I move softly to the small of your back, my tongue teasing the tiny hairs.... blowing softly on your skin and feeling your body tingle to my touch.
Step into the shower, my lover, I will follow.... I stand behind you... the water flows over our bodies and leaves tiny drops, drops that my tongue finds on your hips and I lap at them softly. I reach for our delicate soap and lather my hands, moving them over your chest, down to your tummy and back to your hips... my fingers move towards your darkness and I feel your legs spread a bit, welcoming my touch.
I crave you, I crave every part of you... and I want to show you. I lather my hands more and then your hips... You hear my words... "I need to taste you, my love, all of you." The water works like a magic hand on our bodies, rolling across my nipples, dripping in a steady stream from your manhood... I move closer to your center, my breath warmer than the water against your skin... you open wider to me as you place your hands on the shower wall, leaning forward a bit and exposing yourself to me.
My tongue is like a feather as I trace down your line, teasing you a bit as I go.... my fingers reach for you, massaging your ass. I hear your breathing grow harder as I run my tongue around your rim... your breathing becomes heavier... the water drips from your body onto me...
You move against my touch, my tongue... and with the touch of a soft flower I dart my tongue into your darkness, my hands still massaging your ass. Your body moves quicker against me... I move my hands around to your manhood and begin to stroke you... your hardness is like a rock.
I want to taste all of you, my love... I slowly pull my tongue from your darkness and with my hands on your hips have you turn and face me... your cock inches from my face. You move your right hand to my face and brush the wet hair from my forehead.. our eyes meet and lock... I move closer to your rod, my tongue reaching out to stroke the defined head... As I part my lips slowly I move over you and feel you slide into my mouth, our eyes still locked.
I reach up your body and gently stroke your nipples, rubbing the hardness between two fingers, pleasing you the way you have pleased me... our nipples are so sensitive... they respond so quickly to our touches. You reach up to my hands and grasps my wrist and with swiftness you pull my hands away from you and move them down and behind your body, restraining me, pulling my mouth harder onto your firm rod that is so deep in my throat... our eyes never part.
I move faster against your thrust, my mouth and throat open to you, wanting your seed in me.... you have other plans! You pull my arms to your front and pull me to my feet... and still our gaze never parts.
You place my hands on your chest and move yours quickly to my breasts... my nipples respond instantly to your touch! Only then do you look away, looking down at my breasts... your words are so tender, so pure..."I need you, Katherine, I want you... the burns have never mattered to me, never well... I need you..." and you bend and kiss the tops of my breasts softly. My breath is caught as I reach down and cup myself up to you, feeding my nipples to you. You blow on my areolas, watching them respond... your tongue reaches out and flicks across my nipples... I feed more and more of my breasts to you, my breathing so heavy...
Your lips are tight on my left nipple, biting gently... verging between pain and pleasure... your hand moves to my right breasts, gliding across my areola... it tightens almost painfully to your touch... and then you begin the rhythm... biting gently on my left nipple and pinching gently on my right... I move one hand to your hair, holding you against me... the other moves to the top of your hand, guiding you, encouraging you...