"Feel like a shower?" she asks, raising a brow.
His eyes go wide, "is she for real?" They've been together a few months, but her playfulness still surprises him on occasion. She stands, grasping his hands and dragging him to his feet. She backs toward the bathroom, crooking her finger and giving that patented "come hither" look.
"Be right there," he notes with a gesture and leaves her, unbothered by her confused look. He thinks, "Playful, I can do playful. Maybe even spontaneous."
She adjusts the water temperature, wondering what he's up to. Shrugging to herself, she steps into the tub and under the spray of water, drawing the shower curtain behind her. A few moments later, she hears his clothes fall to the floor.
Stepping in the shower behind her, he wraps his arms about her waist, pulling her close. A tiny moan escapes her as she feels his hardness press against her ass. He's only half-hard, but already she wants him. She arches her back and turns her head to kiss him, pressing her ass back against his hips.
Spinning in his arms, she deepens the kiss and reaches behind him to grab the soap. Scrubbing every inch of his body, she works her way down from his shoulders to his feet, conspicuously missing his now rigid cock. As she rises, she runs her hands up his legs, wrapping around until her fingertips are teasing his inner thighs. Her tongue cups each of his balls then slides up between them and all the way to the tip of his cock.
Now standing, she grips his erection strongly and breathes "baby, you make me so hot. Just looking at you in front of me floods me. I'd be just as wet if we weren't in a shower." As she speaks, his cock twitches with wanting and he slides his hands down her body, over her small breasts, grazing her tight nipples, briefly gripping her hips possessively, then one slips behind her to grasp one ass cheek as the other sneaks between her thighs, cupping her mound.
His palm rests on her pubic bone, touching her clit ever so lightly and his fingers gently covering her lips, teasing by their mere presence. Ever so lightly, he presses his fingertips against her opening. She takes a deep breath and squeezes his length. As if he'd read her mind, just as she takes a stroke up his soapy, hot, solid cock he plunges two fingers inside her, pushing against her clit, pulling a cry of pleasure from her lips.
Eyes wide, she shudders and pushes hard against his hand. She releases his erection and instead grabs hold of his shoulder to steady herself. His fingers as deep within her heat as he can manage, he looks into her eyes and watches her chest heave as she tries to regain a little control. Not wanting to allow that, he sinks his fingers in the tiniest bit more, as deep as he can get them and wiggles them ever so slightly.
