Author's Note: This story is a continuation of "Starting the Day Right Pt 1," so I'd recommend reading that first before reading this one.
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"What do you mean, 'your turn'?" Josh asked slowly, eyeing the loofah Kate held. He was still standing with his back to the shower, rivulets of water winding their way down his shoulders and chest.
Kate was feeling the pulsating after-effects of the intense orgasm she'd just experienced. Josh had used his hands and his tongue to bring her to a climax that was almost too powerful for it to be just eight in the morning. She was even now trying to recover from the surprise of their shower, and trying to regain her composure, acutely aware that what had just happened had been all about her. She had certainly loved it, but she didn't want to be the only one having all the fun. He had just licked her into an orgasm, completely unprompted, and she had been too surprised to do anything in return -- she had simply enjoyed it. Kate was trying to think of how to get equal footing back in the situation, but she really just had no idea. And when in doubt...bravado's a good substitute for composure, right?
"What do you think I mean?" Kate replied, giving him a half-smile and taking a small step closer to him, shortening the distance between their bodies. Ideas of what she could do started trickling through her mind.
"I think you shouldn't play around with threats," Josh said, his blue eyes locked onto her hazel ones. "I really do need to get to work, you know."
"Firstly, that was hardly a threat. And secondly, you seemed pretty unconcerned about work thirty seconds ago," Kate pointed out. She squeezed a little body wash onto the sponge and began gliding it down his shoulders. She could feel his muscles tighten underneath her touch, and saw his eyes close.
"Kate," Josh began, hesitating. He took a breath, "Honestly? I just couldn't resist, once I got into the shower with you. But I seriously never meant to start this -- I thought I was just going to shower and get out." He opened his eyes and looked off past her head, remembering. "But you just looked so good. And I'm not sure why, but in the beginning, when you thought you were alone, and I was in here watching you, it just...really turned me on." He paused, thinking. "Maybe it was because I was witnessing this incredibly private moment, and once you realized I was here, you let me stay, and share it with you."
He turned his eyes onto hers, giving her a sheepish expression. "Okay, I didn't explain that very well, but do you know what I mean?"
While he'd been speaking, Kate had been washing his upper chest and arms with the sponge. But as he'd continued, she'd slowed down her movements, until she stopped entirely. She found herself just looking at him, both hands curved around his shoulders, an unreadable look on her face. But at his question, she started back into reality. Her arms tightened around him, and her hands slid up to caress his neck.
"You know I love you, right?" Kate asked quietly, looking up at him. Josh smiled down at her.
"Yeah, baby, I know," he said, his smile becoming a grin as he kissed her pointedly on her nose. He leaned down so his forehead touched hers. Kate closed her eyes, letting the warm water rush over their bodies as they stood together in their own little time bubble, embracing.
"I love you, too," he whispered. Kate smiled, eyes still shut. She didn't respond to his words, though. Instead, her eyes snapped open, and she pulled away, simultaneously beginning to go over his body with the loofah, giving him a hasty but thorough wash. "Kate? You okay?" Josh asked, trying to find her eyes, the sudden change in her movements startling him. He wanted to know what she was thinking in this suddenly vulnerable interlude.
"Mhm," Kate, unexpectedly business-like, focused on getting his body cleaned as quickly as possible.
"What's going on?" He winced as the material of the sponge scrubbed at him. "And do you need to be so rough?"
Kate paused in the middle of washing his legs, and stood up to face him, arms crossed. She had told him she loved him, yes, but what she wanted to say was just how much she loved him, right then, right there. His eyes unbelievably clear from the water; his lips pressed together in confusion; the line of his brow furrowed in concentration -- she loved all of it.
She didn't know how to put the thoughts into words, but maybe she could show him. Just...outside of the bathroom. Making up her mind, she took charge of the situation, hoping he would understand her need to be in control right now.
"Don't get me wrong, Josh -- I loved what we just did in this shower. But now I'm going to do this quickly, so that we can get the hell out of here and move to the fucking bedroom."
She grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. With the water hitting his chest, she ran the sponge over his back, focusing silently on her task. She heard nothing for a few seconds, before Josh murmured a quiet, "Oh."
"Yeah. So just hush for a second while I finish this," Kate responded briskly, hoping the authority she was desperately attempting to put into her voice was working. She thought sounding more in control might help in distracting herself from thinking about how much she wanted him.
She couldn't stop her thoughts, though, and so went back to her task with determination, flushing out the images that were rushing through her head. She finished washing him, and shoved him under the water, spinning him around so that all the soap slid off his body. She stopped once he was facing her again, his eyes trying to focus on her after all the spinning. Kate saw the uncertain confusion in his eyes and silently promised to show him exactly what he meant to her. She reached behind his back for the knob to shut off the water. She could feel herself begin to move faster, her movements almost becoming frantic, as her thoughts began to race. The anticipation of what they would do together was seeping into her mind, and her muscles. She yanked open the shower curtain and, stepping out of the tub, snatched a couple of towels off the rack. She threw one at his chest, and he caught it deftly.
She gave up trying to reign in her thoughts and just let them go. Where? The bed? The couch? The dresser? The floor? Different places, different settings, kept speeding through her head as she dried herself off. Her ideas and fantasies ran a little wild as she got lost in her thoughts. Habitually, she dried her hair while standing in front of the mirror, and this is what she ended up doing. She fell into her normal post-shower routine, though it was admittedly more hurried this time than any other before. Josh, five feet away from her, was done drying off, and had tossed the towel onto his shoulder. He stepped out of the tub and stood there, looking at Kate. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, staring into the steamed-up mirror, a dreamy smile on her face. His eyes wandered over her body, drawn almost immediately to her hands, which held the towel in front of her, reaching up to dry her hair. From there they traveled down to where he could see the tantalizing curve of her breasts, and his hands twitched, longing to cup them and feel the familiar softness. His eyes then followed the arch of her back down to her firm ass, continuing the line of sight down her strong legs. But they flicked back upwards, to her back; he could see the little droplets she had missed, trickling downwards. And upwards again, to the flush of heat on her cheeks -- whether it was from the hot water or from her recent orgasm was unclear. The steam created a little mist of condensation, just sitting on top of her smooth skin. He licked his lips.
Kate saw the flicker of his tongue out of the corner of her eye, and she turned her head, her eyes locking onto his. He smiled back at her, and she felt an immediate tightening in her abdomen as her heart started to beat a little faster. She grabbed his hand and started to lead him out of the bathroom, both of them leaving their damp towels bunched on the tiled floor.
