Fresh out of the shower, my hair wet, towel wrapped around me, skin warm and blushed from the hot water. He stands behind me, I watch his movements in the mirror, watch as his hands brush my hair, watch as he twists and curls the ends, watch as he takes care of me. He is lost in the moment, lost in the actions. He knows how to touch me, knows how to hold me, care for me. I don’t even have to say a word. The brush against my scalp relaxes me, he relaxes me.
He unwraps my towel from behind, making sure to move my hair over my shoulder, and finishes drying me. His fingers move about my skin as if my body is his, solid and knowing. I lift my leg as he dries up my thighs, clench as his lips kiss my clit, and shiver as he dries down my other leg. My core wet, my clit aroused, his mouth licking me. I grip his shoulder, trying to hold myself up, he inhales me. I drown his mouth, my nipples hard as I twist them in my fingers. I watch as he strokes himself with one hand, I watch his length slide along his palm, as his width slows his stroke. My mouth hungers in jealousy. I lift my leg over the counter, sliding my cunt wider, my moans beg for him to fill me.
He breathes me in, his nose and mouth taste and absorb me, I melt further, I melt with aching lust. Every part of me wants him to stand and fill me, my mouth in need for his flavor, my ass and cunt throbbing with envy.
He stands, sliding and kissing back up my spine, licking and sucking my neck. I bite my bottom lip, holding back the need to tell him to fuck me, ask him to fuck me, beg him to fuck me. I hear him whisper “I love you.” I hear him whisper how my taste and desire conquer every part him, but most of all I feel his hard unapologetic cock as he seals me completely with one thrust.
He will shower me again today, there is no maybe on that.
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