After slipping behind you and stopping you from typing by kissing your ear and blowing softly into it, I straighten you up and guide you with me down the hall toward the bathroom. We sneak inside, and I turn on the shower… The stall is small, so we’ll be pressed tight against each other—but that’s exactly what I want.
I guide you inside with me and slowly undo the buttons of your shirt, untuck it from your pants and let it slide off your body. Then I drop to my knees to take care of your jeans—teasing the buttons with my teeth, pulling the zipper down, rubbing my face against the hard shape already straining through the fabric.
I tug your jeans free, letting my hands slide over your bare ass… loving that you skipped boxers tonight. Now you’re naked, and I rise slowly, sliding my body against yours, letting you feel every inch of me.
You reach out, your fingers pop the buttons of my flannel shirt, sliding it off my shoulders. Underneath is my favorite bra—black with delicate knots and purple lace trim. Your hands cup my breasts, thumbs stroking the lace as I arch under your touch.
You slip a hand behind me, unhook the clasp and let the bra fall, sending it to join the rest of our clothes on the floor.
I stand there, bare breasts exposed, watching the heat in your gaze as you devour me with your eyes. You drop to your knees, gazing up as your tongue traces slow, wet paths along my ribs and belly. Then your fingers find the button of my jeans.
You slide the zipper down, tug the jeans under my hips and discover I’m completely bare underneath. Your tongue follows, tasting my smooth skin as you finish removing the jeans. I step out of them, shivering as you lick a slow path upward—teasing every sensitive inch, finally taking a nipple between your lips and suckling gently.
I pull you up for a deep, voracious kiss, my tongue sliding against yours, exploring your palate. I remove my necklaces, set them with our scattered clothes, then turn up the water temperature, filling the small space with thick steam.
I step under the spray first, adjusting it until it’s perfect, then motion for you to join me. The showerhead’s mounted high in the corner, taps beside it, the opening to the right.
I feel your arms wrap around me, turning me to face you. Our mouths crash together—hot, urgent, in rhythm with the drumming water. I reach behind you for the soap, lather it between my palms until they’re slick, my breasts pressing firmly against your chest as I do.
You moan into my mouth, kissing my neck, your tongue tickling my ear as water streams over us. I start soaping your back, kneading the tension from your muscles with firm strokes. You smile against my skin, eyes closed as you let me take care of you.
I move lower, covering your ass in suds, then gently push you back so I can wash your chest, arms, underarms, along your ribs, up your neck, even your face. I turn you so the water rinses it all away.
Dropping back to my knees, I grab the soap and slide it along your legs, lifting each foot to wash between your toes. I glide the bar up the backs of your thighs, then between them, before setting it down to cradle your balls with soapy hands—rolling them gently, coating them in slippery lather.
Then I lift your cock, stroking slowly along its length with both hands, spreading suds over every thick inch.
Your head falls back; your fingers tangle in my wet hair as you growl deep in your throat. “Mmmm… feels so fucking good, Adriane…” I love every sound you make, the way you pulse in my hand, knowing I’m why you’re this hard, this desperate.
I tease the head with my fingertips, fill the slit with suds, then glide back down the shaft before standing. Water cascades over you, rinsing soap away, streams tracing every muscle line.
I shiver with anticipation and hand you the soap.
You start at my shoulders, moving down—kneading my back, then cupping my ass, spreading me gently to soap between my legs. I lean forward, hands braced above the taps, offering myself.
You take your time, sliding along the backs of my thighs, then the fronts, teasing me patiently. Eventually your hand returns between my legs, fingers sliding through my lips, slippery with soap and my own need.
I moan, swaying under your touch. “Oh god, yes… YES… ohhh…”
You slide two fingers inside me, pumping slowly while your thumb circles my clit.
Suddenly you spin me around, kiss me hard, then guide me under the spray to rinse off. When I gasp and tremble, you smile wickedly and step back just enough to make me whimper.
You relather your hands, then cover my breasts, palms making slow, deliberate circles. My nipples harden under the slippery pressure; I arch and whine, “ohh… ohhhh…”
You move lower, soaping my belly, my hips, then let the water rinse me while kissing me deeply. You lean close, murmuring filthy promises against my ear that make my whole body shiver.
I turn, press my hands to the wall and reach back to grab your cock—thick, hard, and slick. I guide you until you sink deep inside me with one thrust.
“Oh MY GOD… OHH!” I come instantly, walls clenching around you as sudden fullness tips me over.
You follow right after, pulsing hot and deep inside me, both of us trembling as we clutch each other tight. Water keeps streaming over us, cooling our skin as we catch our breath.
That’s what I’d do if you were here…
Because this one would be for you, my love.