She wakes up. Same as every day. Her boyfriend laying next to her. Asleep and comfortable and warm under their comforter. The alarm blaring in her ears. She turns it off and slips out of bed. Heading for the shower. First thing every morning, gotta shower. When she gets in the shower she leaves the door open. The vent fan always feels too loud and the hot humid air will do the temp good. Winter sucks and working early in winter sucks worse.
She bathes, rinses her hair and hears the shower curtain open and close. “That you?” She asks. “Of course. Who else would it be?” Her boyfriend replies. “Good point.” She says. With her head tilted back to rinse her long hair her whole body is arched and exposed. She doesn’t change position when he takes hold of her waist. She stands and feels him sliding his hands around her soft wet skin. One hand stays on her hip. The other travels around slowly to her backside. Firmly, gently, taking hold of her right butt cheek. She hears him make a sound. Like a growling hum. Something about it makes her tingle down her arms and chest. She feels her nipples get hard and the thought of him watching them do so makes her feel suddenly coy.
His other hand makes the same journey as the first. She feels him step closer. And feels his mouth make contact with her neck. “God he knows exactly what he is doing.” She thinks to herself as shots of electric pleasure shoot from neck to thighs. Gracing everywhere in between with goosebumps. She feels his kisses and gently bites travel all around her neck and shoulders as she finally leans froward again. Taking hold of his back and shoulder she leans in to kiss his body as he kisses hers. As his lips meet the outer most reaches of her shoulder she turns her head and catches the lobe of his ear. She gently sucks it for a moment before licking the outer rim. She hears him sigh around a mouthful of shoulder, which in turn he bites down on before turning his head to kiss her. Neither of them much care about morning breath at this point but he took the care to have done something to make his mouth taste like sweet mint before striding into the shower with her.
She kisses him just as passionately as he kisses her. Short quick pecks turning into longer drawn out ones as if each time they pull away from a kiss they can’t stand to do it so soon. His lips are soft and his hands are on her back now. She barely notices as she slides her own up his neck to cup where his jawline and neck meet. His arms pull her closer until she feels his hardness slide between her legs. Just the feeling of it sends tingles of pleasure all the way up her back. Forcing her to let out a short soft moan. “Fuck, I love that sound.” He whispers as he presses his hips to hers. His cock slides over her wet clit, and through her lips, parting them as it passes by her aching cunt. Not penetrating her, just letting her feel him throb for her for a moment as he looks into her eyes. “I’d love to hear that sound all day.” He says. Breathing heavily and kissing her for a short while before he eases away. “But you have work.”
She can feel, in spite of the water still washing down her body, how wet he has made her. She can feel her body wanting his. She wants him. She can feel the pull like metal to a magnet. She sees him wanting her just as much. It’s plain on his face. She can see, just a little enjoyment of having tormented her cross his face. “Yeah. Right. Work.” She breathes. Recovering as quickly as she can from this sexual frustration, she turns around to rinse her face. Hoping to rinse the desperate want from her features before the day really starts. “Well if there is anything I can do for you before I get out and get ready..” She nonchalantly says.
She didn’t feel him step forward again. “Share the water?” He asks and presses against her. Pushing her forward through the stream as one hand holds her hips and the other her unkissed shoulder. The force of his push makes her put her hands out in front of her. They plant on the cold tile in front of her. At the same time he has pulled her hips back and pushed the rest of her slightly lower. “Whoa!” She says without meaning to. He laughs just a little. “Don’t worry. I wont let your beautiful body hit those tiles unless you ask to. I remember how cold they can be.”
“Now.. Do you really have to go to work?” He says in a pleading tone. As if he wasn’t in complete control over her body at the moment. As he says this he slides his cock all along her pussy. She can feel herself ache even more for him. She can feel how badly she wants to grind herself all the way down over him. He probably can feel it too with how much she is shaking with control. And how her sex’s muscles twitched with anticipation. He slowly slid himself over her again and again. Sometimes letting the tip of his head press against her core, almost entering her before he changed the angle and slid again against the rest of her. Each time letting his corona slide over her clit. She lost herself in the feeling for a while. Not able to think but trying to.
He slid his tip against her hole pressing as if to enter. Again and again he pressed and withdrew. Pressed. And withdrew. “So… Work?” He said playfully. “I can’t think about anything with you doing that.” She sighed breathlessly. Except she did. The water was cooling down. She turned it off. He let go of her shoulder and reached around to use his hand to play with her clit. She gasped a little. “Do you want me to stop or do you want to call in?” He asked. His one hand playing with her clit he slid the other up to cup her breast as his cock still tortured her with its request to slide deep deep inside her dripping canal. “I’ll call in!” She half yelled, half moaned. “Do you want me inside you?” He asked. More torture. She could hear the smile in his voice. She couldn’t help but breath hard at all of this pleasure he gave her. She could barely think. She tried to slide her hips back to press him in herself but he just rocked his hips away. She groaned. He wasn’t going to let her have it without her saying so. His hand on her breast went to realign himself to her. Still he played with her clit. Never ceasing his pleasuring.
She could barely think but somehow words formed at this demand for confirmation. “Please. I want it so bad. I want to feel you cock slide into my wet pussy. I want you to feel me deep inside when you make me cum! I want to feel you fuck me over the edge. I want to feel you inside me!” She half yelled half moaned as he edged her closer to the brink of her ever building orgasm.
She expected him to slide in then and there but instead he leaned over her and with all the passion in the world kissed, licked and bit her neck and shoulders. She rocked her hips in agitation. His hands traveled with her clit. She felt his shaft against her lips and practically bucked him in frustration. He found a spot where her neck and shoulder meet and latched onto it, making her moan; as his hardness, covered in her essence, finally.. FINALLY, slides home.
