He steps into the shower behind her. Her back to him, she is hardly aware of his presence. He looks longingly at her. Dripping wet and incredibly sexy. Will she be mad that I’m here he wonders? His uncertainly is quickly cast aside as she sweeps her hair up with her arms. Immediately he notices a swell in his cock. Why does she have this effect on me…?
Standing in the shower she is aware of his presence instantly. Continuing to ignore him, she finishes rinsing her hair. Oblivious to him she rubs her hands over her body hoping to herself it is driving him wild. As wild as she is driven by the thought of him watching her. Please let him come over here; please just put your hands on me she silently wills to herself. Of course, she isn’t waiting long. He steps up behind her and gently brushes her shoulder. The instant he touches her she shivers in anticipation.
Never getting enough of his touch she closes her eyes and smiles deliciously. One more step forward and their bodies are touching, lightly. Enough for her to feel his cock and how hard it already is. Breathing on the back of her neck he reaches around and grazes her hard nipple. She gasps in shock as her nipple tingles from his touch. Arching her back against him she pushes against his hardness, aching to feel him inside her.
It won’t be a long wait. As his hand drops lower from her breast to her belly he pulls her even closer in. The smell of her hair, the feel of her body next to his is almost enough to send him over the edge. Breathe, he thinks to himself. Controlling himself is the last thing on his mind, but he realizes he has to in order to continue. He can feel her leaning back slightly into him. The curve of her hips fitting perfectly against him. She sighs gently, almost as if in relief. So hoping he would join her in the shower today, but not wanting to break the spell yet by speaking her thoughts aloud.
Running her hand up his back, over his shoulder and around to his face she carefully feels for his mouth. Tracing his lips she smiles knowing full well that those lips are going to be on her any minute now. Dipping a finger inside his mouth, she runs it over his teeth, trembling when imagining those very teeth raking across her nipples. Pulling his face down towards her neck she sighs again and leans closer into him. She can feel his lips brushing the back of her neck now. His breath, hot on her skin makes her knees weak. She grips the back of his neck pulling him in closer until he had his mouth on her, biting and licking her neck. Her mind goes blank, but somehow her free hand manages to capture his as it winds itself up around her waist again.
With her wrist held in his grasp he pulls her around facing him. They stare at each other; there is nothing that needs to be said. He pulls her even closer in, his hand steady on her back. They stay that way for what feels like an eternity. Breathing lightly, hearts racing, eyes locked. Finally, the spell seemingly broken, he reaches up and touches her cheek. She closes her eyes as he runs his fingers over her face. She leans into him as their breath becomes that of one person and searches his face for a clue that he is ready to kiss her. She forgets for a moment that she's in the shower, focusing solely on his face and the fact that his body is pressed up against hers. Oblivious to the steaming hot water pounding down on her, she's only aware of his hand against her thigh and pressing into her back
She sees his face, inches from hers but can only focus on his lips. Opening her mouth slightly, she licks her lips and watches his reaction. He's patient, she has to give him that, and he hasn’t rushed the issue at hand. He waits, silently, all the while wicked thoughts running through his head. He wants her to kiss him as much as he wants to ravage her mouth, but he'll wait for her first. Wanting to wrap her legs around his neck and bury his face in her cunt isn’t too far out of his mind either. Neither is picking her up and power fucking her against the wall, but still, he'll wait.
