basically just sex in the shower I guess… tender and with a little spice. nsfw of course.
The shower stall was spacious enough for the two of you to fit. You got rid of underwear and, turning on the water, found yourself together, completely naked, under a warm shower. Water fell around you in a rain, its heat creating a thin veil of steam that slowly filled the bathroom.
Chris stepped into the shower behind you, his warmth pressed to your back, the heat of the water mixing with his own. His large hands moving down your sides to your hips, pulling you back against his chest. His stubble scratched your shoulder lightly as his mouth pressed kisses along your neck.
One of your hands immediately laid on top of Chris’ palm on your thigh, and the other behind your head - with a touch you found Chris’ shoulder, slid higher, up his neck, gently touching his cheek and head. You didn’t even see what you were doing, caressing him to the touch, closing your eyes, carefully holding back sweet sighs from the feeling of his hot kisses. You pressed yourself against him more clearly and threw the head back slightly, resting your nape on Chris. He groaned softly, leaning into your touch as your fingers caressed his skin. The sound was low, a tense blend of contentment and want, which rumbled against your back.
His mouth moved up your neck, covering your throat with kisses. He took his time tracing each inch, tasting you as he moved along your carotid, up to the dip behind your ear. Chris’ hands moved more purposefully, sliding across your stomach and up towards your breasts, closing around them, holding their weight as he began to lightly massage.
Every damn kiss, every touch from Chris lit a fire inside you. You moaned softly in response to his touch, pressing closer to him, your ass pressed tightly into his groin. Your back was arched and you were barely holding on to Chris to keep from falling. Warm water, cool air on the skin and his hot lips along with wet kisses made you shiver and get large goosebumps all over your body. Ragged breathing escaped from your parted lips with quiet sounds of moans, your breasts heaved.
A groan rumbled from deep in Chris' chest. His hands moved more firmly now, molding to the firm flesh of your breasts, his fingertips teased the rosy tips, rolling them gently until they were hard and aching under his touch.
As his mouth moved from your neck to your shoulder, his teeth nibbled the skin lightly, and his breath came in short, heated puffs. You bit your lip, almost letting out a loud moan. The cool air did not hide your desire and the heat that accumulated between your legs in anticipation. Drops of water glistened on your shoulders, neck, mounds of your breasts, and on the curves of your hips. Your breathing grow louder and sweeter.
Your moans and movements set Chris’ blood on fire, and his own restraint was about to snap. He turned you around to face him, backing you into the wall of the shower. You gasped, spinning around in his arms, but instantly moaned into his lips. The coldness of the tiles on the shower wall almost burned your back, and you only pressed your whole body closer to Chris, absorbing his every touch. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you against him tightly. He groaned as your bodies met, his lips finding your throat again.
You could have burned each other alive, so turned on and hot. You wrapped your arms around Chris's neck, pulling him closer, so as not to miss a single wet, hungry kiss. The water washed over your bodies and seemed almost cool compared to the temperature of your skin.
“Chris,” you whispered his name almost pleadingly, beyond which you couldn’t say anything. You wanted to see his dark brown eyes, wanted to hear his hoarse breathing - you wanted him so much.
Chris deepened the kiss, pressing his body against yours in a desperate attempt to get even closer to you. His hand caressed down the length of your body, trailing along your side and over your hip before grasping your thigh. He lifted your leg, hooking it around his waist, and when you obliged, he lifted your other leg as well, pressing you back against the wall.
With one short jerk, he lifted you higher. Painful, nagging goosebumps crawled across your skin, you bit your lip almost to the point of bleeding, squeezing your eyes shut. You needed Chris' warmth to keep you from going crazy right now.
Your wet hair, darkened by the water, clung to your cheek and shoulder. You glanced at Chris, at his face, full of desire, such a strong desire that you had never seen in him before. The heat between you was undeniable, and as Chris held you against the wall, he could feel the slick heat of your center press against him. You held onto him as if your life depended on it and leaned towards his lips again, almost pressing a pleading kiss. Chris continued, picking up your movements, his tongue sliding into your mouth, caressing yours. He deepened the kiss as he slowly rocked his hips against you, creating a maddening friction between your bodies.
That slow movement, teasing you both, almost made you whine into his mouth. Your body was aroused to the point of pain, you wanted Chris as if this was the last thing in your life, but he slowed all down and deliberately teased both you and himself.
God, you loved that about him so much. He could be silent and keep a stern face all damn day, and then at night he would love you to the point of losing consciousness, showering you with kisses, affection or even teasing. Looking with those unbearable dark eyes that once captivated you.
You squeezed your legs tighter around Chris' waist and slowly rubbed yourself back, rising and falling slightly. His grip on your legs tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as Chris helped you against him, guiding you into an intoxicating rhythm. His forehead rested against yours, leaving a teasing distance between your open lips, his breath brushing against your mouth, ragged and heavy.
The air around Chris and you was damp with shower drops, your bodies almost burning. It seemed to you that if you stopped breathing into each other’s lips, you would suffocate.
You slid one hand down Chris’ body. Along the large slabs of the chest, along the hard abs, below the navel, along the strip of dark hairs... You no longer had the strength to endure, and you directed him by yourself, slightly swaying your hips and lowering yourself. The sensation was almost sharp, as if... You trembled. Feeling him now was intoxicating.
The feel of you like this sent a wave of pleasure down Chris’ spine. There was some raw satisfaction in feeling you surrounding him, and the way your body moved against him was more than he could bare. Chris was sure his fingers would leave marks on your soft skin. He groaned against your mouth, the sound so deep and guttural… his control was wavering.
“Ah, damn it...” he muttered, his breath quickening to a harsh pant.
You trusted Chris like no one else, and that’s the only reason you were able to make the first movement yourself, slightly setting the rhythm. You frantically grabbed Chris' shoulders, slipping your fingers a little, and slowly continued to move. His strong, hard hands held you securely. You moaned softly into Chris' lips, not letting him go far. He couldn't tell where you ended and he began, all he could focus on was how he made you feel, and how each sound and movement you made affected him. Chris lifted his head, capturing your lips in a rough, hungry kiss. As he kissed you, he rolled his hips in deep, rhythmic thrusts, guiding you into an almost desperate pace.
He was so hot. So necessary to you.
You whined softly as you felt him pick up the pace. Chris had done enough earlier that your whole body was now eager to get pleasure as quickly as possible and you didn’t protest. You leaned your hips towards him, closing your eyes tightly and almost forgetting to breathe.
“Please...” you barely exhaled, feeling your frantic heartbeat radiating throughout your body, pulsating down into your lower abdomen.
Chris grunted at your words, his hand gripping your thigh a little harder in response. He moved faster against you, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the shower. He pressed himself deeper into you with each thrust, his hips meeting yours in a swift, practiced rhythm.
He wanted desperately to hear you cry out your release, and his name on your lips was the only thing that mattered.
It didn't take you long. Goosebumps appeared on your skin, so painful that you wanted to whine. You pressed yourself against Chris with your stomach and groin, and after a chain of intense, deep thrusts, you froze with a quiet cry. Your arms wrapped tightly around Chris' neck, you pressed your whole body into him, feeling a massive tremor of release, so intense that it almost hurt.
You whispered his name in his ear instead of exhale.
The feeling of you clinging to him sent a shiver through Chris' body. He held onto you tightly, feeling the tremors of pleasure in your muscles. His own climax was building, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Chris continued to move against you, his pace quickening as your release extended his own. As the sensation built, he buried his face in your throat, and his moans became rougher.
Your muscles, overloaded with tension even during the release, contracted, pulsating, and this continued with every movement of Chris. You felt good to the point of pain, you were still moaning quietly, snatches of sounds from your lips settled on his. You barely lowered your head, kissing Chris somewhere along the edge of his jaw, and with the tips of your teeth you ran along his neck to the hollow under his ear, kissing with the last remnants of your strength. “Come on... for me...” you whispered hoarsely, kissing him wetly under his ear.
Those few whispered words echoed through him. Chris groaned as your teeth teased his neck, and he felt his self-control unravel completely. He buried his face further into your shoulder, his hips moving roughly against yours, one last time, and he felt his climax crash over him with an almost blinding intensity. A low, guttural groan tore from his throat, and he swore softly, his body shuddering with pleasure.
You hugged Chris's head and neck, pressing your nose tightly into his water-wet hair, feeling your chest heaving with rapid breathing. Your body, feeling his release, clung to him, the muscles inside rhythmically contracted, prolonging his pleasure.
A smile played on your lips: he almost always swore when he came, and this detail never left your memory.
You barely came to your senses, feeling the already slightly heated tiles of the wall behind you, streams of water slid over your skin. You tried to say something, but you didn’t have the strength - just pressed your lips to Chris’ hair and forehead. As the waves of pleasure receded, Chris leaned against you, panting heavily, his forehead resting on your shoulder. He was still holding you tightly, his body pressed against yours, the feel of your skin against his grounding him.
It took him a moment to catch his breath and recover, his own body still trembling slightly. “Damnit,” he mumbled against you, slowly shifting to press a tender kiss to your neck. “You always get me like this...”
You laughed quietly and stroked Chris's cheek with the gentlest smile you could muster. He, too, always got you like this.
