The Next Morning....

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Sunlight is streaming into the room around the edges of the blackout curtains (the joy of an east-facing bedroom...). We are snuggled together in the bed, our combined body heat, magnified by the activities of the night and wee hours of the morning, keeping us toasty warm. It's serene and peaceful, the calm that has followed the storm of our passions.


Wanting to savour the moment, I softly caress your back, then lower, feeling the heat radiate from your lovely bottom. You murmur something unintelligible, let out a sigh, and roll over, just out of reach. Seeing this as my cue to rise, I pull back the bed covers and carefully extract myself from our shared bit of heaven. Turning once to look down at you, I make my way into the bathroom.


I'm delighted to see a proper stall shower, and once I decrypt the symbols for operating it, I step into the stream of warm water and revel in this simple pleasure. My solitary reverie lasts but a couple of minutes, when I perceive movement through the fogged-up enclosure. Hopeful that it is you (and not housekeeping, though that could prove interesting as well...), I crack open the door and invite you inside. You look up at me with a sleepy and mischievous smile and wrap your arms around my waist, drawing our bodies together. As you playfully turn your body left and right, I feel myself responding to your touch.


"Turn around, and let me wash your back". Your reply is a quick kiss on my lips as you follow my instruction. I pump body wash into my hand and set about lathering your back, from the nape of your neck down to your delightful buttocks. Playfully parting them and teasing your treasure, around and around, then just the tip of my finger entering you...


"Hey! I thought you wanted to wash my back!" "Well, I'm pretty sure that is part of your back. And my favourite part, actually", I reply. You counter by pressing your body back against me, denying me (for now) access to that special part of you.


"Well, then, I guess I'll just have to move around to the front." More body wash (lots of it) from the dispenser, and I begin to wash your shoulders, your arms, your tummy. My hands, warm and foamy, make their way upwards, massaging the soap into your chest. I gently squeeze and tug at your beautiful buds, your nipples harden. Lost in the wave of sensation flowing through your body, you slump backward into me, your head tilted back and soft moans of pleasure emanating from your lips. "Oh, this is heaven." (I'm not sure which of us said that, we were both enthralled by what was happening.)


As my arousal becoming more evident, you begin to grind your body into mine, the suds turning us into a human slip 'n' slide. I reach down with one hand and take hold of you. I'm so turned on that I just could not resist and begin to stroke you into hardness. "Oh, God!" was all you say, as you begin pumping your lower body into my lathered fist. "Oh. Oh. Oh." in time to your motion. In and out of my hand, just enough friction to prolong the pleasure and drive you toward orgasm. Faster and faster. More and more urgent, desperate. A keening in your throat as you approach the edge. A bellowing, gutural exclamation as you climax, your essence spilling into my hand and onto the floor of the shower.


Your knees gone weak, you wrap your arms around my neck as best you can, your back still turned toward me. You take a minute to catch your breath, unwrap your arms and turn to me, a cheshire grin on your face. Your hands trace down my chest, to my belly and beyond. "It feels like someone is ready to play", you chuckle. You stroke me once, twice, three times with your soapy hand. You turn your back to me and bend at the waist, then place me at the entrance to your treasure.


"I'm not sure body wash is such a great lube." "Just put it in me before I change my mind", was your reply. I could hardly argue with that, and press forward. Slowly, the head of my cock finds its way inside, then a bit more and a bit more. You take your hand away and brace yourself against the wall of the shower enclosure. Looking back over your shoulder, "Do it. Do it now. I want you all the way inside me. I want you to fuck me until you cum".


I place my hands on your hips, holding on as well as I can with still soapy hands, and begin to pump into you. Slowly at first, then with increasing tempo. Our wet bodies slapping together creating a carnal symphony accompanied by grunts and groans. The feeling of being inside you is incredible, we are so connected - each out for our own pleasure but incredibly tuned into how the other was progressing. And WHAT progress we are making!


I feel myself approaching the edge, a surge that starts in the depths of my loins and finally explodes deep inside you. You hear me cum. You FEEL me cum. You straighten up and once again wrap your arms around my neck, still joined to me, locked together in the afterglow of our passion.


Neither of us wants this moment to end...

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