I stood with my eyes closed, hot water sluicing through my long hair and over my naked skin and just let the heat absorb the stress of the day. Eventually, I began the task of actually getting clean, starting with my hair. It always took the longest to do, but I didn't mind. It was relaxing and therapeutic in its own way.
I was halfway done scrubbing myself with a sudsy loofah when I heard him enter the room. I could tell he was trying to be quiet, but after years of music study I was adept at picking up sounds. I continued to wash myself but slowly made it more sensual, more thorough, adding soap to ensure I had maximum suds. Still, he made no sound as he watched.
Leaning down so that my body was in profile to him and my breasts were hanging down, I took my time scrubbing and sudsing every inch of my leg, starting from my ankle and finishing at the apex of my thighs. Or at least, that was the plan.
What actually happened was I washed up to my knee before I felt him move behind me, cool hands stroking my back before reaching around to capture my ample rack and gently pinch the nipples. I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped through my lips and he pinched again, rolling the nipples between his fingers before letting go and giving me a light swat on the ass.
"I enjoyed the show, dear one, but now we must deal with the consequences." He thrust his hips into mine and I flushed to feel his erection pressing between my cheeks through his pants. Standing up and turning to face him, I wound my arms around his neck and gently kissed his jawline, tangling my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. I was pleasantly surprised to find that he had come into the shower without a shirt, so my slick breasts rubbed delightfully against his chest, my nipples perking up at the sensations. Pressing myself up against him, I licked and teased his jawline, enjoying the rough feel of his evening shadow against my lips.
Too soon, he pulled my arms from around my neck, kissing my deeply as he did so. I was slick and ready, and I knew he was ready for me. Pulling away to gaze at my face, he smirked down at me as I gazed up at him with heavy lids, lips swollen and half parted. Every drop of water that hit my skin was torture, I was so turned on. But that's just what he did to me.
Chuckling at me, he backed me up until my legs hit the edge of the built in bench. Turning me to face the wall, he bent me forward until my arms rested on the bench, breasts hanging down and almost hitting me in the face. Cuing me to widen my legs, I eagerly did so. I stood there, panting in anticipation while I listened to him remove his soaked pants and underwear. Feeling him approach again, I moaned in anticipation as I felt his thick length press against my most sensitive parts. And then he began to rub up and down, across my opening and asshole. I had already been so close to cumming, this made me shatter, almost falling to my knees as the pleasure washed through me. But his grip on my hips helped to keep me upright.
"It is taking all of my self control not to just slam into you and finish right here, but I have other plans for you, my pet." Aftershocks shuddered through me while I listened to him rummage around the bottles until he found what he was looking for. Humming to himself, he approached me again. Running his fingers lightly down my spine, I arched and moaned, my skin still sensitive. He continued down between my cheeks until he found that tight bud with the pad of his thumb. Gently, he circled the rim of my asshole at an infuriatingly slow pace as the shivers and shocks of pleasure threatened to buckle my knees. Suddenly, his thumb breached my ass as two of his other fingers penetrated my canal. Crying out at the overwhelming sensations, I clenched around his fingers as another orgasm built.
"You need to relax for me, dear one. I know it feels good, but you have to relax." His breath shivered against my ear and I moaned again as tingles went down my spine. But I did as he asked. I forced myself to relax around him, fighting against the need to fuck myself with his fingers. His thumb began to circle again and soon enough it was replaced by his pointer and middle finger, working deeper inside me. And still I resisted thrusting myself against him. The orgasm was still building, but more slowly as I focused on being relaxed. And then it was time.
I gasped as his fingers left me but then moaned as I felt the head of him at the entrance of my ass. Slowly yet steadily, he pushed his oiled dick into me as I moaned and gasped, fighting to wrap my head around the sensations and to stay relaxed. I should have known it was going to be a losing battle. I had to just give into the feeling of him filling my ass, stretching it beyond what I thought it could fit until he was fully sheathed in me, his ball sack nestled against the entrance to my vagina. He groaned as his fingers dug into my hips, his legs trembling. I was panting shallowly, almost used to the feeling of him inside me, when he started to pull out just as agonizingly slow and controlled as his penetration had been. Crying out as the ridge of his head cleared my sphincter, I had barely a moment to breathe before he was right back inside, penetrating me in that same controlled way.
I couldn't stand it, I needed more, needed him to pound me until we both had our glorious release. Slamming myself back onto him, he let out a strangled groan as I ground myself into his hips, feeling his tight balls against the opening to my vagina. Suddenly I was holding onto the bench for dear life as he slammed into me, over and over and over, until I all I could feel was the sensation of having my ass fucked, my breasts hitting the edge of the bench. Our cries echoed through the shower as the pounding water added yet another layer of sensation. And just as suddenly as it had started, he slammed into me one final time as I felt him pumping his release deep inside me, triggering my own orgasm.
Gasping for breath, we stood there unmoving, until my legs couldn't handle it anymore. Knees giving way, I slid off him, the sensation of him forcefully leaving my body triggering another mini orgasm as my knees hit the floor. I lay half sprawled on the bench, chest heaving as I sucked in air, the afterglow coursing through my body until he sat down beside me and gathered me into his lap, nestling my head onto his shoulder. And there we stayed, warm water pounding down on us, as our racing hearts and breathing slowed.
