I noticed that the water was getting slightly cold, so I suggested that we finish cleaning up with a nice hot shower, and Jason agreed. I let him step out first and I drained the water as I stood up myself. Bubbles were still clinging to our bodies, popping softly in the silence. I stepped out of the tub, reaching out to kiss Jason gently, softly. His hands wrapped around my neck as my arms wrapped around his. Our lips seemed to fit perfectly together, like a puzzle we had been trying to assemble our whole lives, and we had finally found the missing pieces within each other. Finally the water drained, and the wet bubbles had dripped from our bodies onto the towel underneath our feet. I reached over to start the water for us in the shower across the room as Jason stepped over to our cabinet and pulled out our two different shower gels. A Sweet Pea scent for me and some classic Old Spice for him - the perfect combination for a night such as this.
The water was steaming, and I let myself step in first, feeling the warm jets of water splashing onto my bare back. Jason stepped in after me, setting down the bottles of shower gel on the shelf inside the shower. We were facing each other as I looked into his warm brown eyes, and he stared back into mine. He reached up and traced his finger down from the top of my jawbone just underneath my earlobe all the way to the tip of my chin, smiling as he felt my warm skin under his fingertip. I smiled back and reached beside us to grab his shower gel. I poured about a quarter-sized puddle onto my right hand and closed the bottle, setting it back on the shelf. I always loved to wash his body with my bare hands, it made it so much more sensual.
I rubbed my hands together, getting a nice lather going, before I placed my hands onto his shoulders. I leaned forward so I could take in that wonderful, amazing smell of his soap before I started to massage the soap into his soft skin. I rubbed his shoulders, his neck, and his chest, the aroma now driving me insane - it smelled, he smelled, so good and it was just welcoming me onto his body. I got a little more gel onto my hand and pulled him in close to me. I placed my hands up and over his shoulders, so that I could massage his shoulder blades, and scrub the lather into his warm back. I pressed my fingertips firmly into his back and he closed his eyes, once again becoming so relaxed. Finally, I pulled my hands back up and got some of his shampoo into my palms. I scrubbed the shampoo into his hair, very gently rubbing his scalp underneath my hands. He was all lathered up, soap dripping off of his body. We switched places, so he could stand into the water and let the water wash him clean.
When he was all clean of soap and shampoo, he turned his attention back to me. I had tried to refrain from making this too sexual, I really didn't want to give Jason the green light just yet, but I didn't want to give him a flat-out red light. I really wanted to make love to him, but more than anything, I wanted to savour every moment and remember everything. And I think Jason already knew that was my plan. It turned out that I was a little more tense than I thought. He reached over to get my body wash and put some on his palms. He looked down into my eyes as he rubbed his hands together. I felt the heat from his body intertwine with my own when his hands lowered down to caress my neck. I knew that the heat that I was feeling was not the steam, nor the water.
His hands pressed into my neck, curling around it, as he brought his face down to meet mine. Just as I closed my eyes to lean in for a kiss, he pulled himself away. Now I knew his game. He finished rubbing my neck and move down to firmly grind his thumbs into my collar bone. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of his wonderful touch - I just wanted to let his hands explore my body, and do that they did. His palms rubbed my skin everywhere from my shoulders to my belly. Finally, I was completely lathered up in the front (he had paid little attention to my breasts, which gave me another sign telling me that he knew my plan already) and my back was getting cold. My hair was also begging to be scrubbed my his gentle hands.
"Turn around, sweetie," he quietly asked me, looking down into my eyes. I smiled and turned myself around, flinging my hair slightly so that it was all behind my shoulders. I felt his hands on my back, rubbing more shower gel into my cold skin, soothing me even more. I took in the wonderful mixture of the two aromas between us. I was about six inches or so from my nose touching the shower wall, and very close to Jason behind me. His hands rubbed all over my back, his body blocking the water from hitting my own. I felt his hands drop from my back and I knew he was about to lather up my hair, my favourite part of our showers together. Sure enough, he lifted his hands up to my scalp and gently massaged his fingers into my hair, almost tangling it. I felt Jason keep getting closer and closer to me, almost forcing me into the wall in front of me. Before I knew it, he was so close to me that I knew he was doing it on purpose.
"Lean against the wall there, honey," he said to me, a slight difference in his tone. Before I could really react, he had pushed himself hard enough against me that I was now pressing firmly into the cold shower wall. It wasn't a bad feeling, but my breasts were pressed into the chilly tile, and my hips were pushing against the wall as well. I felt his warm body against mine, and I felt his hands wrap around my wrists. He brought my hands up to the wall, even with my head, and placed my palms onto the wall before letting go. I closed my eyes as I felt his hips press against my ass gently - I moaned inside. His hands brought themselves up to my hips, and then moved slowly, ever so slowly, up the side of my body, his fingertips finally brushing against the sides of my breasts.
As soon as it all started, it stopped. He leaned back and allowed me to have my space again. While somewhat disappointed, the water was getting cold now, and I needed to rinse off so we could get out of the shower before we froze to death. I washed off quickly and Jason stepped out first, retrieving some towels for us. He went ahead and walked into our bedroom, with four towels in his hands. I finished up in the shower, and I let my hair drip for a few seconds before I stepped out into the steam-filled room, now getting chilly with the door open. I stepped out of the room, finding no towels left, and I scrambled to get behind Jason, needing some warmth against my shivering body. I went up behind him and hugged my arms around his neck, pushing my body against his, seeking some kind of warmth for myself. I felt his smile as I let him go, my body finally getting used to the temperature of the room. When I stepped away from him, I noticed that he had put two of the towels onto the bed, where we usually slept; the other two on the dresser on my side of the bed.
"Lie down baby," he said, smiling slightly at me, pointing to the towel he had laid out on my side of the bed. I settled myself down on top of the towel, my body covered in chill bumps, my nipples hard and erect. I looked over at him and I watched him as he got another one of the towels from my dresser. He got a large beach-towel and laid it over my body, covering me from below my shoulders almost all the way to my ankles. My arms were underneath the towel as well, lying by my side. As soon as Jason straightened out all of the wrinkles, he lowered his hands down to my shoulders, where the towel just started. He placed his right hand on my left shoulder, and his left hand on my right shoulder. He slightly pressed down on the towel, then curled his fingers up, grabbing handfuls of my skin along with the towel. The feeling was surprisingly erotic and I didn't even know why. He had never done that before, though, so I just figured it was because it was a new sensation to me.
He repeated this over and over, going down my body. He only did it one more time, however, before he skipped over my breasts and moved down below them. He pushed his hands into my tummy and curled his fingers in slightly. It was like he was giving me a slow massage, and it felt amazing. When he finally moved down to my thighs, he curled his fingers in a way that they went between my legs slightly. I let out a soft moan - now I was sure this was his idea of foreplay for tonight, and it was turning me on; taking over my body. He continued going down my legs, until he was sure he had grabbed every inch of the top of my body except my breasts. He started to move his way back up my body, but I reached one of my arms out and grabbed his wrist. I pulled him in to me while I sat up, the towel dropping and gathering together on my lap. He stared into my eyes and leaned down to follow the trail I was pulling him into.
I closed my eyes as our lips touched. We shared only a few seconds of a sweet kiss before he pulled away. He held my right shoulder with his left hand while his gaze and his other hand lowered down to the towel in my lap. He picked up the towel and tossed it on the floor beside him. His gaze returned to my eyes while his left hand gently pushed my shoulder back; he was telling me to lie down for him. Time seemed to have almost stopped, everything was moving so slow. It seemed like he was just slowly inching me to lie down, that some force was pushing back against me, refusing to let me lie down, yet inviting me at the same time. When I was finally lying down completely, my wet hair against the pillow, Jason leaned down to kiss me on my cheek. I tried to grab the back of his head, and to silently tell him to continue to kiss me, but he moved his head up. His left hand was still on my shoulder, and now his head was hovering over my chest, my nipples still just as erect as before. He licked his lips and took in a deep breath. I closed my eyes and lifted my chest up to him, begging him to grasp my nipple with his mouth, but instead of feeling his warm tongue on my nipple, I felt air. He blew onto my nipple slowly, and it sent chills down my body.
