In the shower, Joe ran his hands over me gently, lathering my body with soap and kissing his way along my neck and shoulder. His fingers made slow circular motions around my breasts, running along my stomach and occasionally dipping between my thighs.
I let myself rest back against him, feeling sleepy and slightly woozy from the wine.
"Mmm, you have the best hands," I murmured.
"You have the sexiest body," he replied, stroking me gently, his cock hardening against my back. Apparently the man was never satisfied. I could work with that.
Skin against skin, our bodies slid against each other slick with soap. With no resistance, he slipped inside me from behind, moving just enough to drive me crazy, feeling his fullness slide slowly in and out. His hands gripped my breasts, pulling my firmly against him as he breathed heavily in my ear.
"You like the way I feel inside you?
"Oh God, yes." He slid his hands up my arms, pulling them up and behind his neck. I arched my back as his hands roamed, sliding down between my legs and then settling on my hips and belly to pull me back against him.
He thrust slightly harder as he worked his fingers against me, feeling me tighten.
"Oh, yeah, baby, I love feeling that tight little pussy."
He nibbled on my ear, bringing me to the edge, my moans echoing in the shower.
Then, without warning, he withdrew, pulling me out of the warm spray. I poked my lip out in a pout as he handed me a towel.
"No pouting," he warned, giving my sore as a slap.
"Okay," I said, a bit huffily.
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up against him.
"Say, 'Yes, sir.'"
I pressed my lips together, and he gave my ass a brutal squeeze.
"Would you like another punishment?"
"No, /sir/," I said.