I'm dying to call out his name, to let him know I'm home, find out where he is so I can slip into his welcoming arms and forget about the rest of the world. I wander about the house, trying to figure out where he is, because as much as I want to just run to him, I want to surprise him. I want to see that look in his eyes when he first spots me, that look that makes me feel like I'm the only other person in the world. The look that makes my knees go weak just thinking about it. Decisions, decisions.
As I get closer and closer to the bathroom, the sound of running water lets me know exactly where he is. A wide grin slides across my face as I close my eyes and imagine him standing in there, under the hot water, letting it slide over his body, caressing him in ways that I long to.
I hold my breath as I quietly push the door open, still planning to surprise him. I kick off my shoes as I step into the bathroom, totally mesmerized by the sillhouete behind the other side of the foggy shower door. His hands are in his hair, and all is quiet except for the sound of running water and the swish of his fingers as he washes his hair.
Shutting the bathroom door as silently as I can, I gaze at his shadowy form, steam rising from behind the glass door. If I wasn't so caught up at the sight before me, I'd probably be wondering whether the steam was from the shower, or the infinitely steamy man inside of it.
I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought I was because he suddenly stops and I can see him sticking his head under the water as one hand reaches towards the glass and he begins writing through the steam with his finger, "get your ass in here."
I can't help the smile that totally takes over my face as I shake my head in disbelief at his sheer audacity, reaching down to strip off my socks. My pants quickly follow before I step closer to the shower, deftly undoing the buttons on my shirt.
"What's taking you so long," he growls, pushing the shower door open and beckoning to me with his finger. My breath hitches in my throat as I gaze at him, fingers frozen in place over my buttons, totally captivated by the sight of him standing there, water cascading down his naked body in tiny rivulets. What blows me away though, is the hungry look in his eyes.
He raises an eyebrow at me and I stand still, wondering if he knows what he does to me when he looks at me like that. My insides turn to mush and it takes all my willpower to maintain my composure and not turn into a drooling idiot.
His eyes flicker from my face to my hands and I know what he wants. He wants me to hurry up. I bite my lip, staring at him as I slowly resume removing my shirt. I go as slowly as I can, noting the tightening of his fist on the shower door. I can tell he's torn, wanting me to hurry up, but not wanting the show to stop.
I undo my buttons torturously slow, intensly aware of the fact that he's soaked and naked a few feet away from me. A glance downwards tells me that he's also very, very ready for me to be in there with him. I toss my shirt to the side before taking a step towards him but he shakes his head, giving me a 'really' smile. Confusion floods me before I realise what he's saying. He wants me to take it off, take it all off. I've never been totally comfortable naked, something about the raw vulnerability of it all, but I know that as soon as he touches me, I won't give a fuck about anything else.
The bra is the first to go, flying over my shoulder, eyes locked with his, taking note of every motion. I step even closer, a mere whisper away from him as I slowly slide my panties down my legs before kicking them to the side. I fidget uncomfortably in front of him, totally naked, waiting to see what he has planned. He doesn't let me suffer for long.
The next thing I know, my back is pressed against warm tiles, slick with steam as his mouth devours mine. I can't help but whimper at the intensity of his kiss, his hands slide over my body, heating it even better than the hot water, the spray of which keeps caressing my body in a most delicious way.
Fingertips trail my sides, gripping my hips as he presses against me, pushing me into the tiles. I am fully aware of his intentions as the evidence presses against my thigh. Hard, ready, pulsing with need.
He grabs my thighs, urgent, but gentle hands pull me upwards, forcing my feet to leave the ground, moving me higher so that he can reach my neck. My legs slide around his hips, wrapping and holding on tight as his mouth finds my neck, sucking and biting, setting my entire body on fire. Flames of need engulf me as I grip his shoulders, head falling back, allowing his mouth to ravage my skin.
His name escapes my lips in a breathy gasp as exploring hands squeeze my ass, his hips practically pinning me in place as a free hand grips my thighs, sliding up the warm skin, becoming more and more slippery as water from the shower flows continuously over our bare bodies. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I swivel my hips against him as best as I can in my current position. He groans into my neck before moving his head up to gaze into my eyes.
I gasp in surprise as he hikes me higher, claiming a nipple with his mouth, sucking the sensitive flesh into a hard nub before switching to the other side. I groan his name, trying to tell him how badly I need him, but I can't seem to get the words out. It doesn't matter though, I think he knows because he kisses his way back up to my neck, then my lips, gripping my thighs as he leans back a little to gaze into my eyes.
Swallowing hard, I lock eyes with him, trying to catch my breath, almost scared at the depth of emotion in his eyes as he stares at me. I don't care how cliche it sounds, but it feels like he's staring at my very soul, seeing it stripped bare and laid out before him, willingly open to his every whim.
His hips press upwards and I feel him at my entrance, blunt, yet just sharp enough to let me know what's about to happen. I slam my eyes shut in anticipation, fingers digging into his shoulders, waiting for that delicious impact, but instead, his lips seek out mine, merging in an all consuming kiss. His lips are relentless on mine and I groan with need. I'm ready for him, I've been ready all day.
All too suddenly, he pulls back, pressing his forehead to mine, breath hot on my lips, the heat surpassing that of the water cascading over us.
"Look at me," he growls, cupping my face with one hand, pushing his hips against me a little harder, letting me feel the sweet pressure at my slick opening. My eyes fly open, and my knees go weak at the intense look in his eyes. There's lust in his eyes, but there's also a vast well of emotion, want, need... longing. I don't need a mirror to tell me that the same is probably being reflected back at him right now.
He pushes into me, slowly filling me.
"Fuck," I gasp, dropping my head to his shoulder, mouth open in a silent gasp at the sheer pleasure of being joined to him. He grabs my ass, large hands squeezing and kneading the supple flesh as he groans my name.
I dare to look at him, eyes locking with his, my body afloat on a sea of pleasure as he begins to glide into me. He presses closer, meshing his lips with mine, giving me an all-consuming kiss that I do my best to return.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life, crying out in sheer joy as he starts moving faster, slamming into me, nudging every sweet spot that I possess, making my head spin and my lady parts squeal with pleasure.
"I've been waiting for you all day," he growls in my ear. I want to reply, to tell him that I'd been dying to get back to him all day long. That being away from him for any length of time is pure torture.
His lips are relentless on mine, matching the hard, fast pace that his hips are starting to set. My breathing becomes more and more erratic as I feel myself start to approach that glorious high. I whimper into his mouth, an embarrassingly needy sound that seems to echo around us. I don't think he minds though, it seems to edge him on and his head drops to my shoulder, nipping and sucking at the slope of heated flesh.
Rough hands glide over my thighs, gripping tight as he drives into me a little faster. Waves of pleasure engulf my body as my head tips back into the tiles. His name echoes around us, falling from my lips amdist a litany of "fucks."
I hear him groan into my neck, as his hips begin to lose their rhythm. He slams into me with little to no pattern and I can tell that he's close. Fingers dig into my thighs, but I barely feel them as the flames of my orgasm engulf and consume me.
He growls my name as I pant through my high, trying to catch my breath as he explodes inside me. He buries his face in my neck, his breath hot on my neck as he struggles to catch his breath, his heaving chest mirroring mine. His hand slides up my body, from my thigh to my waist, to my neck before cupping my face, head raising to look me in the eyes. He wordlessly strokes my cheek for a moment before kissing me.
His kiss is insistent, hard yet gentle. Demanding yet satiated. I moan happily, sliding my fingers through his wet hair. He slowly pulls back, hands sliding over my back in an amazingly simple, yet intimate gesture.
"Well that's one way to shower," I murmur, practically purring in his arms. He chuckles as he reaches to the side for something.
"Time to get you clean, my dirty, dirty girl," he laughs as he waves the soap in front of me. My eyes go wide as I look from the soap to him, instantly wary of the mischievous glint in his eyes. He quickly turns us around, holding me close as he angles me so that I'm under the showerhead, getting drenched in the full force of the spray as he starts running the soap over my back. .. ..
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