Getting Wet

I tossed my clothes into the laundry hamper and rolled my shoulders slowly to stretch them. Maybe I needed a new pillow… my right shoulder twinged in pain as I attempted my morning stretches.

I had a couple of meetings this morning, but it should otherwise be a relatively smooth day, though best not to count your chicks until they hatch.

I yanked my arm back quickly so as not to douse it in cold water, which was never a fun experience first thing in the morning.

I heard something being knocked over in the bedroom, followed by hurried footsteps. I thought she was still asleep…

“Uh, babe, is everything okay?”

“Uh, uh-huh.”

That didn’t sound convincing at all, but everything seemed quiet now - so I stepped into the shower and instantly felt the delight of warm water as it cascaded over me.

“Ahhh.”

I ducked my head under the water, and for a moment, my world shrank to just that moment. I felt the water pressure hit the right spot on my shoulder and took a few deep breaths…

Startled, I shook off my zen moment and opened the cubicle door.

“Shit shit shit, I am going to be so late.”

I peered through the curtain as she grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste in one hand, knocking over the receptacle we kept them in.

“Late?? Thought you had the day off since you weren’t up first…”

She turned to look at me as she thrust the toothbrush into her mouth but she didn’t say anything. I know that look…

Instead she pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it vaguely in the direction of the hamper.

She frantically waved her hands, signalling for me to move aside.

“Hey, hey, haha, okay, okay.”

She stuck her hair under the water as she brushed her teeth. We’ve showered together before, but this is… weird.

“Trouble breathing with your head underwater as you brush your teeth?”

“I didn’t think that one through. No time.”

“What’s got you in such a rush?”

“I’m meant to be across town this morning, not at the office.”

My eyes dropped from hers as she stood before me in the shower, the water running down her body.

I couldn’t remember the last time we’d been so naked like this together, naturally, no scheduling or anything. I knew this wasn’t the time, but… god… she was beautiful.

“Eyes are up here, sailor. I don’t have time for whatever you’re thinking about… ”

She grinned as I begrudgingly brought my eyes back up to meet hers.

“Well, I mean… exactly how late are you running?”

“Well, late enough already.”

My fingertips found hers, and I pulled her in closer, first grasping her hand and then her hips as I pulled her against me.

We paused, and our lips parted as I looked into her eyes. In a moment, it was as if we had both rediscovered the other.

“Are you sure?”

“I told you I’m going to be late.”

“We can be quick.”

“Well, that sounds promising…”

“Mm… quick but good…”

My hand slid across her hip and down between her thighs, lightly teasing her clit as she looked up at me.

I watched her struggle with the choice, knowing what would await her here, but knowing she had things to do.

Maybe it was selfish of me to even suggest it, to be rubbing her clit and letting my hands wander her gorgeous body… but there felt like there was no way I could have let this moment just pass us by…. It never happened like this for us these days.

“I am running late.”

“But how late?”

“I guess I could be… later.”

As our lips met, I kept teasing her clit, just lightly, enough to notice, but not to give the sensation that I knew she enjoyed.

“You are such a tease.”

I felt her hand slowly wrap around my rapidly hardening cock.

We hadn’t connected like this in so long, and I wanted to savour every passing moment, to imprint it on my mind.

The sensation of the water moving over us was almost lost entirely as all I could think about was the feel of her lips on mine.

“Oh, fuck, baby.”

I loved the feeling of her hand around my cock, always had. And the way she stroked me now, moving slowly back and forth, just a minor movement of her wrist, nothing more. God, so good. She always knew just what I needed.

I bent down slightly and kissed my way down her chest before softly taking one of her gorgeous nipples between my lips.

“I love hearing those soft moans. Whenever I hear them all, I want to do is hear more”

“Then don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping, not now.I wanted her, needed her, and in that moment, I realised how much I had missed her.

Life had gotten in the way too often lately, and I had been presented with a chance that I was seizing with both hands.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes, water cascading over you, completely bare and absolutely stunning”

“You just like me being naked”

“Clothes or not, I’ll take you however I can.”

She grinned at that, her eyelids fluttering as I ran the tip of my tongue around her nipple before moving to the other one.

Her hand held my cock a little tighter, moving with a little more urgency now. I wasn’t the only one with ideas.

“Do you like the feel of my cock in your hand?”

“God, yes…”

I slowly slid a finger inside her as I pressed my palm against her clit.

“Fuck.”

I gently curled my fingertip and started to move my hand, which all too quickly led to her moving her hips.

It was slow, sensual, our eyes locked together now as I then carefully slid a second finger inside her. All concept of time felt like it disappeared just then…

“Mmm, fuck, yes, like that.”

“You feel so damn good, your gorgeous pussy around my fingers.”

She smiled widely at me before biting her lower lip.

Her hand was now moving quicker, stroking my cock with more intention, rolling her wrist just a little as she did so.

“Fuck that feels good.”

“Oh yeah”

“Fuck yes.”

“That’s it, baby, I love hearing you moan for me.”

“You know exactly what to do, you always did.”

That was true; we had always communicated well, especially when it came to sex. We both prided ourselves on how good we could make the other feel.

This almost felt like a competition, who could make the other feel good just like this, but I wanted more.

I stepped back, out of her reach, and for a moment she looked confused until she watched me kneel, my hands gripping her ass and pulling her in close, careful to avoid the water flow hitting my face.

“Wha, oh, hey, oh, oh fuck.”

I smiled against her skin at the colourful exclamation brought about by the tip of my tongue running up her pussy to her clit. My lips closing hungrily around it.

“You taste so fucking good”

“Your tongue feels amazing.”

She was already trying to rock her hips a little, trying to grind on my tongue, but not tip too far back to put her head under the shower.

It was a delicate balance, and for a moment I wondered if she’d be able to manage, but as her hands closed around my head I realised she likely didn’t care.

“Don’t, don’t stop.”

There was no chance I was going to stop, not now. I wanted this too much, and I was enjoying myself too much.

“That’s it, grind your beautiful pussy against my tongue.”

She needed no encouragement, though I enjoyed giving it. I could feel her fingertips pressing into my skin as I sucked on her clit

“You like that, don’t you, feeling the tip of my tongue flicking against your clit as my lips surround it”

“Yes, yes, I-I do.”

She was grinding on my face harder now; I could feel all that pent-up energy now being used in this moment.

“Keep going, baby, keep grinding your hips”

“Yeah, does that feel good? Do you like that?”

“You know I do, just keep going...”

I could hear in her voice how much she needed this, and honestly, I needed it too.

“Oh shit, yes, suck on my clit, like that, just like that.”

She didn’t need to tell me; I knew what to do, and when to do it.

I paid attention to every movement she made, every moan, what caused it and which one got the most intense response.

It was something she was very good at doing herself, the unspoken communication and action, and I loved being able to return that.

“You always sound so fucking good when I go down on you.”

“You like hearing me moan?”

I used the broad part of my tongue to run across and around her clit, and her hips bucked involuntarily.

“I love hearing you moan.”

“Looking up your body like this, it’s unbelievably fucking hot.”

From this angle, and any angle, she was so incredibly sexy, but the spur-of-the-moment nature of all this heightened it even further.

Her breathing was starting to come quicker, more shallow.

“Focus on how good this feels, that’s all you need to do. Nothing else matters other than how good this feels.”

“Don’t stop, no, don’t.”

I didn’t need to be told again. I knew she was close, I could feel it, I could hear it.

“Fuck this is amazing.”

I could feel the slight tremble in her ass and thighs, likely both from the coming orgasm and having to hold this position.

“Keep going, baby.”

“Less talking.”

“Understood.”

That tremble was growing, as were her moans.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes.”

I needed her to cum, it had to happen for me as much as it did her.

“Oh baby, fuck, fuck.”

Any moment now, we were both going to get what we wanted.

“That’s it, yes, baby.”

“I needed to make you cum.”

“I needed to cum, badly, apparently.”

I slowly rose and pulled her in close to me, her head resting against my chest.

“Then we should make sure it isn’t the only time today.”

“Oh, this isn’t over.”

She stepped back and looked up at me, her hair slicked back against her scalp.

“There is plenty more to come; I haven’t forgotten about you.”

“I know you never would.”

“No, but now you can spend today thinking about it, wondering what I’ve got planned.”

That would be all I could think about all day; I knew it, and so did she.

“Careful not to distract yourself.”

She smiled, and then her eyes widened and she turned quickly, throwing open the shower door.

“Great, so today I’ll be late and distracted.”

“Would you rather have been on time?”

“Never.”