After dinner, hubs went to take a shower. I waited a few minutes, used the toilet and joined him. I slipped behind the curtain, and he was covered in soap and smelled amazing. Unfortunately for me, he was already done washing himself. I love to scrub his body and get him all slippery, but I waited too long. Instead, I asked him to wash my hair. After he rinsed the soap from his body, he stepped aside and let me pass so I could stand under the water. As I soaked my hair, he rummaged through all the bottles looking for my shampoo. I turned to face him, and he gave me one of his soft, jello-knee inducing kisses before he told me to turn back around. While the warm water streamed over my chest and cascaded down my body, his hands went to work on my head. Something about the way his strong hands running through my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp, just makes me go week. I kneeled in front of him, still facing away, as he worked the shampoo into a lather. The water continued to spray over me, and soon, I was getting rivers of bubbles in my face. Unable to with stand it, even with the amazing sensations he was giving me, I stood and began to rinse.
This time, I faced him, letting the water spray the back of my head to aid the rinsing. While my hands were busy lifting my hair, his slid around my waist as he stepped closer to me. With my head tilted back, he was able to plant kisses and nibble gently along my collarbone and neckline, which absolutely drives me wild. By the time I got all of the soap out of my hair, I was moaning quietly with every nipping kiss he gave me. My hands dropped around his shoulders and I held him close as he lifted his face to mine. The first kiss was gentle, our lips meeting, his slanting over mine so our noses didn't get in the way. As our mouths pressed together, our lips opened, and his tongue sought out mine. After a few moments of smooth tongue dancing, he pulled back. One hand slipped up my back while the other slid up to cup a breast and his mouth returned to mine. This kiss was longer, a little more urgent. Our faces moved in opposite directions, allowing the angle of the kiss to change frequently. His tongue continued to slip between my lips and tangle with mine. Soon, I was returning the favor, darting mine out to touch his lips and retreat again quickly. My hands moved as well. One slid up the back of his head, my fingers curling into his hair, while the other cupped his scruffy cheek in an attempt to hold him still.
Soon, my mouth wasn't enough, and his lips began skimming down my face to return to my neck. He bit me there, in that little hollow between throat and shoulder, my sexy spot, the spot that turns my insides to mush. I panted into his ear when he did that and moaned quietly. This spurred him on, and he continued his oral assault on my sensitive shoulder line. His hand at my back slid down a little ways and pulled me closer to him, while the fingers at my breast continued to dance over the nipple. When the peak was hard, he dropped his mouth and slowly flicked his tongue over it. This earned him a slightly louder moan and more panting. I could feel his cock beginning to harden between us, and I dropped one of my hands to his hip. As he began to feast on my breast, I slid my hand closer to the hot pole between us. When my fingers first touched him, all I felt was warm, satiny velvet. My fingers ached to close around him, but I wanted to tease him a bit first. I danced them over his turgid flesh, lightly skimming his sensitive skin with my short fingernails. He groaned, and the vibrations shuddered over my sensitive flesh, bringing a deeper moan from my throat. I couldn't wait anymore- I had to hold him in my hand.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and slowly slid them up and down, using the water from the shower at my back as lubrication. He groaned again and lifted his mouth to mine. As our mouths met, he began to thrust his tongue into mine. My hands mimicked his movements- As he thrust into my mouth, my hand slid down his shaft. As he pulled his tongue back, my hand slid up. Soon, we had worked out a pleasant rhythm of thrusting and gliding. By then, both of us were moaning. Nothing gets me excited like the feel of a hard cock in my hand. He moved his mouth away from me again, gliding his lips down my throat, and I soon felt his hand cup my mound. Wasting no time, he slid a finger between my lady lips and pressed gently at my already swollen clit. I moaned and my head fell back as I took in the pleasure. His fingers began to work at my pussy, sliding up and down my slit to tease both my clit at the top and my secret entrance at the bottom. While his hand worked me, I slid mine farther down to cup his heavy balls. He moaned quietly when I did that, and sent one of his fingers deep into my body. I couldn't hold on to him anymore, and braced my free hand against the shower wall for support as his fingers continued to fuck me.
