5:52 p.m. :: 2002-03-22
Against the Tiles
"...you've gotta breathe her, really taste her, until you can feel her in your blood..."
Another delicious shower with the water as hot as it can possibly be. Hhhhmmm, what an enticement not to be denied. A shiver runs over her as her foot meets the bottom of the tub and the first trickle of water courses down her skin. Just like your fingertips, the water makes her skin come alarmingly alive so quickly.
The massaging shower head is on a pulsating beat and she feels so grateful for it, a slow grin eases across her features as the water begins to pound away the stress in her shoulders. She tilted her head a bit to let the water beat against her neck and lifted a palm to place it flat against the cold tile to steady her. Not quite as good as your hands rubbing her aching muscles, but still she can't help but moan at the sensation, licking the droplets from her parted lips.
She closed her eyes and just stood motionless, her heart beating in rhythm with the water. And then you were there, stepping into the shower so quickly that she didn't have time to turn around. But she knew it was you as commanding hands gripped her shoulders, cutting off the aim of the water and pressing her body up against the cold tiles. The scent of you mingled with the steam of the shower and she felt a gnawing want inside her. One of your hands ran over her back and slipped down to squeeze her ass approvingly, lifting the cheek and caressing the inner skin which leapt to attention in extreme sensitivity. Her breasts were achingly chilled against the tiles, the nipples rising in protest, as you leaned in to further crush her. You nibbled along the slick supple skin of her neck as your fingers gripped back her long wet hair to hold her head in place.
She was already panting hard with longing for you, her legs shifting slightly apart, her hips pressing back against the tiles to nestle her ass invitingly against you. She could feel your desire pressing hard against her and knew she would please you as your hands trailed from opposite ends of her body to cover her hips, directing their movement. Within a moment, you thrust inside her velvety walls with a motion so hard, so urgent, that her body moved upward against the tiles from the force. But you held her steadfast even as she pressed her palms against the wet ceramic. Fingers splayed over her abdomen, stroking lower, as you began a rentless pace of bucking up into her.
Your breathing was heavy against her ear and matched her own. And then she wailed a moan that cut through the steam of the shower as she climaxed, feeling like she was falling over a waterfall. You smiled from behind her, your own release pushing through and tearing a grunt from your throat as you clenched your teeth against the skin of her shoulder.
Drenched and satisfied, you leaned your forehead against her and wrapped your arms around her, holding her tight against you, your most precious possession. The water pulsated down upon us both and she lovingly covered her hands over yours, turning her head for your kiss, her soul content to belong to you.
You whispered in her ear, "I'm home." So was she, she thought.
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