For tonight, as you prepare to shower, take me with you... As you pull your shirt over your head feel my touch as I run the back of my nails down the insides of your arms, down your sides... and as you glide your slacks over your hips feel me standing behind you, my breasts pressed up close to you, my warmth melding with yours.
You will feel the tips of my fingers move inside the band of your briefs, sliding them over your body and to the floor... my hands reaching down and pressing softly against your abdomen.
You feel my breath on your back, the light touch of my lips and tongue moving gently down your spine... your hands reaching back to touch me... I move softly to the small of your back, my tongue teasing the tiny hairs.... blowing softly on your skin and feeling your body tingle to my touch.
Step into the shower, my lover, I will follow.... I stand behind you... the water flows over our bodies and leaves tiny drops, drops that my tongue finds on your hips and I lap at them softly. I reach for our delicate soap and lather my hands, moving them over your chest, down to your tummy and back to your hips... my fingers move towards your darkness and I feel your legs spread a bit, welcoming my touch.
I crave you, I crave every part of you... and I want to show you. I lather my hands more and then your hips... You hear my words... "I need to taste you, my love, all of you." The water works like a magic hand on our bodies, rolling across my nipples, dripping in a steady stream from your manhood... I move closer to your center, my breath warmer than the water against your skin... you open wider to me as you place your hands on the shower wall, leaning forward a bit and exposing yourself to me.
My tongue is like a feather as I trace down your line, teasing you a bit as I go.... my fingers reach for you, massaging your ass. I hear your breathing grow harder as I run my tongue around your rim... your breathing becomes heavier... the water drips from your body onto me...
You move against my touch, my tongue... and with the touch of a soft flower I dart my tongue into your darkness, my hands still massaging your ass. Your body moves quicker against me... I move my hands around to your manhood and begin to stroke you... your hardness is like a rock.
I want to taste all of you, my love... I slowly pull my tongue from your darkness and with my hands on your hips have you turn and face me... your cock inches from my face. You move your right hand to my face and brush the wet hair from my forehead.. our eyes meet and lock... I move closer to your rod, my tongue reaching out to stroke the defined head... As I part my lips slowly I move over you and feel you slide into my mouth, our eyes still locked.