In the shower your pushed into my chest, your hair pushed to the side exposing your neck, I've got my lips drawn back and my teeth, firmly, slowly gnawing on the back left of your neck, moving up and down, no real rhythm, just tasting my way. My hands held tight at your waist, my thumbs pressing in to the sides at the very base of your back, my fingers firmly massaging down towards the front of your inner thighs.
You can feel the arousal pressed up at the top of your cleft and pressed hard against your lower spine.
I start to nibble around the side of your neck and massage the flesh with my lips, then along your shoulder as my left hand starts to go higher and my right hand further around and down.
I go back to biting your neck, mouth wide open and scraping your skin with my fangs (yes, they're only little and natural!). my left hand reaches up to your right breast lifting it up and squeezing firmly, I stretch my fingers out and brush your nipple. My right hand gliding over your mound and underneath easing its way between your thighs. As I draw the hand back slightly the middle finger traces a warm wet line.
My teeth release your neck and my lips start kissing their way up towards your ear. Your hands reach behind squeezing their way between us and reaching for me. My left hand is still massaging your right breast. My right hand slips low again and the middle finger draws you wider and my finger is now pressed firmly against you, slowly curling and uncurling. I let go of your breast reach up and take hold of your hair. Turn you to face me, your right hand reaching for my shoulder, your left taking hold below and you again draw yourself tight to me.
I'm still holding your hair and tilt your head slightly to your left and facing you up towards me, I lean my head forward, kissing you just below your lips, just one peck before I then plant them lightly at first against yours.
As the massage of our lips increases I release my hold of your hair, the fingers of my left hand firmly making their way to the base of your back, the hand spreading open to heavily brush it over your right cheek, my fingers deep between the cheeks taking in your measure. My right hand tucks under your left hand and finds again the track it had traced.
As the massage of our lips increases, the stroke of your left hand tightens but stays steady. Your right hand reaches over the shoulder and your nails bite lightly into my flesh. My left hand slides between your thighs from the back and the palm of my right hand brushing heavily downwards against your hairs as the middle finger drawing slow circles between your lips. your legs start to open, just a little. I stroke my finger back and up a little inside your lips, massaging firmly a pinch of flesh. you tingle, a faint shiver running through you and I grip you tighter into me.
Your left hand releases and reaches underneath seemingly weighing things up? Your hand slowly closing and massaging. You reach your tongue into my mouth and begin to flick at the end of mine. I return the sensation, but with my finger and much lower down.
I draw back my lips from yours and step out of the shower, reaching out my hand for you to hold ( as a normal gent would, give me some credit!!) you take my hand and step out after me, we make it as far as the doorway before I again draw you in close, my hands roaming all over your body, our lips locked, I know inside my head is reeling with passion, pressing my lips tighter to yours trying to pour all that I feel inside of you. Your right hand taking tight hold on my hip, your left held firmly against my chest again using your nails to claw inside of me.
My left hand held firmly against your lower back, my right hand rises and takes hold of your hair, once more drawing your head back. I trace lightly down and across your neck with my tongue, letting go of your hair I continue my way down. My right hand now pulls around and lifts your breast up, my mouth encircling your nipple, teeth teasing, tweaking. Your right hand reaches up holding the back of my neck, your left hand now over my shoulder. My left hand moving across your cheek, thumb pulling over the top of your hip and then the whole hand strokes down the out side of your thigh. You try to grab my hair but can get no grip. To make it easier I lift my face towards you and yet still descend. As my knees hit the floor, I then lower my face once more.