Beth reached behind and unzipped the gauzy dress she'd worn to work, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of silky, transparent, wet fabric. The spring rain on such a cool day left her surprised and shivering.
She kicked off her strappy heels as Ben set aside his laptop, watching her pass through the bedroom to the bath. He was reminded of the unashamed quality about her he loved so much.
He followed her scent, the rain and the remainder of the day's perfume.
She bent over turning the heat in the shower to a steaming temperature. Ben stared at the panties not nearly big enough to cover her ripe cheeks. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and kicked his jeans to the floor before she could undo her bra.
Beth could feel the heat from the shower emanating almost as hot as that of the man behind her. When he reached for her, she pulled him into the steam.
She held his hand in hers and guided him to the protrusion of her nipples through the tight weave of her mesh bra. He groaned into her ear, his breath sending a tingle down her spine.
Ben pressed against her, his cock hard, ready, wanting to bend her at the waist and be done with it. But, she wanted more. Her hand guided his to the wet netting between her legs where her slick juices intermingled with the water flowing from above them.
Beth sucked in her breath as he found his own way beneath her panties and straight to her clit. He rubbed gently, circling, exciting, the way she had taught him. Before he could penetrate with his long fingers, she turned and danced him under the showerhead.
When she dropped to her knees, he closed his eyes and waited. Then, there it was, her firm grip, her open mouth and her talented tongue. No woman had ever sucked his cock the way she could, taking him right to the edge again and again.
Beth began with his balls, stroking his cock firmly, rhythmically in one hand. She tickled his scrotum with first her fingers, and then her tongue. She sucked one ball into her mouth at a time, one, the other, one more time. They grew tight, and he grew harder. She slowed her stroking.
Looking up into his blue eyes, she slid him between her lips one meandering inch at a time until his hair tickled her nose. Her tongue caressed the nether side of his cock, and he leaned back against the shower wall. More of the water splashed into her face as she moved up and down, slow, then fast, teasing him, taking him, making him her own.
Ben wrapped his hands into her soaked, long hair, and pushed deeper into her mouth, her throat as she opened for him. Beth allowed his insistence, something she did more and more. He could barely make out in the mist of the shower that one hand had left him and was between her legs.
Beth stroked her clit to the same rhythm that she jacked his cock. She knew she needed more than her own fingers between her thighs. She let him slip from her mouth and stood as he cried out a little in protest.
The offensive dismissal of his cock was rewarded with a view of Beth bent over in front of him, sliding her panties to her ankles and pulling herself open for him. There was no more beautiful, evocative invitation.
As Ben stepped forward, Beth reached for the wall, bracing herself. He teased her, rubbing the head of his swollen cock against the folds of her pussy, opening her slowly, even as she pushed back against him. He played with her for only a moment, knowing she needed it, wanted it, wouldn't be denied for much longer.
