Down his sides, both at the same time, slowly keeping contact with her breasts as her hands work downward, one to each leg's lateral aspect. Her breasts fall off his buttocks and her hands begin their trip up the inside of his legs. Reaching their apex, she scrubs a cheek with one hand while the other teases the seam of thigh and buttock, around to the front, brushing his ballsac with her finger tips. Teasing.
Her hands turn him around, letting the water play over his back, across his shoulders and down his belly. Her tongue slips between her lips and laps gently at his inner thigh, teasing the skin pendant between them. She grasps the base of his cock, her hand moving up the shaft, pulling the crown forward to her lips. His proud flesh jumps at her touch. Her tongue wets her lips and snakes forward to taste him. She can feel his eyes on her and looks up at him. Then her eyes close as she marvels in the sensation. Her free hand moves to his testicles and cups them gently, rolling them in her hand like steel marbles, her nails scratching lightly at the skin behind them. As her mouth slides over the head of his cock, sucking it into that warm, wet spot her hand tightens on the shaft and slides downward. She begins a slow metronomic motion with her mouth and hand, her hand gripping and releasing tension, her tongue teasing the tender spots. His back arches to provide more access. She can taste the salt of his excitement, the slightly slippery, sticky texture of his lubricant. She can feel him gathering himself to climax, the rippling muscle contractions in his stomach, his balls rising, hips beginning an involuntary movement toward release. She slides him gently from her mouth, grips him tightly at the base of his cock and listens to his moan.
Before he can grasp her head and bring her back, she rises, sliding her body up his, pulls him tightly to her, hips and belly pressing against his excitement, and turns her face up for a kiss. These are the best kisses. His urgent need infuses itself into his kiss, his arms and hands still tense hold her tightly to him as he devours her mouth and his free hand seeks her nipple. His hands grip her buttocks to lift her onto his waiting, throbbing cock. Before her feet lose purchase, she pushes gently back from him and continues the apparently all-consuming task of scrubbing his chest and belly, avoiding the dripping lance between them, pausing for slowing kisses which fade to tender as his excitement ebbs to tolerable.
She completes her washing task at the center of him. Abandoning the scratchy scrubby, she fills her hands with body wash and tenderly applies it to his groin, missing nothing. The light, slippery touches tease him again toward the edge, his already hard cock's veins standing in firmer relief, swelling of the shaft and crown. She steps to his side, straddling his leg and opens his stance to lubricate all of him, teasing and playing with his rosebud, pressing gently for entry, testing its tension, then slipping away to massage his prostate through the thin band of perineum between his bud and balls.
