Afterward I Watched You Pad Off Naked To The Shower.  Our Time Together Was Up, Reality Was About To

Afterward I watched you pad off naked to the shower.  Our time together was up, reality was about to intrude once again into our individual lives.  This was the time we both dreaded the most but had come to accept in our relationship.  Except this time it felt different.  Somehow, I needed more…….from you.  

As I lay there basking in the afterglow of our passion, listening to the sound of the water streaming through the open bathroom door, my mind recalled something you had once whispered to me in the quiet of the night.  Not a secret longing unfulfilled, but more of a comment regarding something that one assumes will happen in a lifetime of living but somehow never does.  

We all have those moments…the little intimate moments we assume will automatically occur for us but for unknown reasons, they simply don’t materialize.  An affectionate unexpected hug of someone who understands, a spontaneous passionate kiss in the rain, or maybe a sexy steamy shower for two.   This was your moment, and I intended to give you one to remember.

You didn’t hear me open the shower door but I suspect the draft of cold air that hit you was your first clue you were not alone.  Your back was to me, your head leaning forward under the steady stream of cascading hot water.  I stepped in, closed the door and simply let the combination of my wicked mind and womanly instincts take over.  

Trailing cool lip kisses over your wide shoulders, down your broad back.  You stiffened but didn’t pull away.  You had always empathically stated showers were for cleaning, NOT playing.  I disagree.  

I smiled at your physical response to me, your melting into me, and continued my slow oral exploration of prime male flesh.  Pulling you back against my softness, reaching around and running my hands up over your massive chest, which was no easy feat for my short arms.   Pausing long enough to toy with your nipples, feeling them harden as I pinched and flicked them.  Alternating kissing your neck sprinkled with small little nips of skin here or there.  Your head lulled back, your eyes closed, and a soft little moan escaped from between your sweet lips.  

I didn’t think you had one more time in you, to be honest.  We had just spent a fun filled afternoon of seemingly endless carnal delights.  Yet when I looked down, there you were standing at full staff…..waiting…..waiting for me to continue.    

Oh my, so sexy…..I thought to myself.   I simply cannot resist when you are fully aroused baby.  

Moving you a smidgeon to avoid the stream of water, still holding you from behind, your cock now firmly in hand….filling my small hand….my small hand smothered in hair conditioner.  Slippery, silky soft hair conditioner….I slowly begin to stroke you.

“Do you like this?”, I whisper into your ear from behind, as I lave your earlobe with my tongue.  “Yes” you gasp…followed by that little smirky chuckle you have that I love.   Usually a tad more cocky sounding than right now.  The absence of which pleased me to no end.  You were spellbound.

“Hmmmm……good”,  was my own breathy reply.   My hand resumed moving slowly, pumping you from the tip of your straining cock, down to your balls and back up again.

“You can stay a little longer, right?”  I asked as I moved around to position myself in front of you.  The water hot and steamy streaming hard down over us, hiding us from the outside world.  

Your moans were all the answer I needed……a very good indicator that we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.