For you, my love

After sliding behind you and stopping your typing by kissing your ear and blowing soft whispers against it, I lift you up and drag you down the hallway with me toward the bathroom. We sneak inside and I turn on the shower… The stall is small, so we’ll be squeezed tight, but that’s exactly what I want.

I guide you inside with me and slowly undo the buttons of your shirt, unfastening it and sliding it off your body. Then I kneel to work on your jeans—toying with the buttons using my teeth, lowering the zipper, grazing the hard length of you already straining beneath the fabric.

I remove your jeans, letting my hands glide over your bare ass… thrilled you’ve skipped underwear tonight. Now you’re naked, and I rise slowly, sliding my body against yours, letting you feel every inch of me.

Your hands reach out, your fingers opening the buttons of my flannel, sliding it off my shoulders. Underneath is my favorite bra—black with delicate bows and purple lace. Your hands cover my breasts, your thumbs grazing the lace as I arch into your touch.

You reach behind me, unhook the clasp and let the bra fall, tossing it onto the floor with the rest of our clothes.

I stand there topless, watching the heat in your eyes as you devour me with your gaze. You kneel, staring up while your tongue traces slow, wet paths along my ribs and stomach. Then your fingers find the button of my jeans.

You lower the zipper, drag the denim past my hips and discover I’m completely bare underneath. Your tongue follows, tasting my smooth skin as you finish removing my jeans. I step out of them, trembling when you lick a slow path upward along my body—stimulating every sensitive inch, finally taking a nipple between your lips and sucking gently.

I pull you up into a deep, hungry kiss, my tongue sliding against yours, exploring the roof of your mouth. I remove my necklaces, set them aside with our scattered clothes, then turn up the water temperature, filling the small space with thick steam.

I step under the spray first, adjusting the temperature until it’s perfect, then call you to join me behind the water. The showerhead is mounted high in the corner, the handles beside it, the entrance to the right.

Your arms encircle me, turning me to face you. Our mouths clash—hot, urgent, matching the pounding water. I reach behind you for the soap, rubbing it between my palms until they’re slick, my breasts pressing firmly against your chest as I do.

You moan into my mouth, kissing down my neck, your tongue grazing my ear as water cascades over us. I start soaping your back, kneading the tension from your muscles with firm strokes. You smile against my skin, closing your eyes as you let me care for you.

I work lower, covering your ass with lather, then gently push you back to wash your chest, your arms, beneath them, over your ribs, up your neck, even your face. I turn you so the water rinses everything away.

Kneeling again, I grab the soap and slide it along your legs, lifting each foot to wash between your toes. I glide the bar behind your thighs, then between them, before setting it aside to cradle your testicles with soapy hands—rolling them gently, coating them in slippery lather.

Then I lift your cock, stroking its length slowly with both hands, working lather over every thick inch.

Your head falls back; your fingers tangle in my wet hair as you growl low in your throat. “Mmmm…feels so fucking good, Adriane…” I love every sound you make, how you throb in my grip, knowing I’m the reason you’re this hard, this desperate.

I stimulate the head with my fingertips, filling the groove with lather, then stroke down your shaft again before rising. Water pours over you, rinsing off the soap, streams tracing every muscle line.

I shiver in anticipation and pass you the soap.

You start at my shoulders, working downward—kneading my back, then gripping my ass, gently parting me to soap between my legs. I lean forward, bracing my hands above the handles, offering myself.

You take your time, sliding along the backs of my thighs, then the fronts, teasing me with patience. Finally your hand slips between my legs again, fingers sliding along my folds, slick with soap and my own arousal.

I moan, rocking against your touch. “Oh God, yes… YES… ohhh…”

You slide two fingers inside me, pumping slowly while your thumb circles my clit.

You suddenly turn me, kissing me fiercely, then guide me under the spray to rinse off. When I’m panting and trembling, you smirk wickedly and pull back just enough to make me whimper.

You soap your hands again, then cover my breasts, palms sliding in slow, deliberate circles. My nipples harden under the slippery pressure; I arch and moan: “ohh… ohhhh…”

You go lower, soaping my stomach, my hips, then let the water rinse me while kissing me deeply. You pull closer, whispering obscene promises against my ear that make my whole body tremble.

I turn, brace my hands against the wall and reach back to grip your cock—thick, hard and slippery. I guide you forward until you sink deep inside me in one smooth thrust.

“Oh GOD… OHH!” I come instantly, my walls clamping around you as the sudden fullness pushes me over the edge.

You follow right after, pulsing hot and deep within me, both of us shuddering as we hold each other tight. The water keeps falling over us, cooling our skin as we catch our breath.

This is what I’d do if you were here…

Because this would be for you, my love.