Shower (story time :) )

He picked me up as usual. No one else home, the house all to ourselves, a few hours to spare. I was upset with him this time. He didn't care about me like I cared about him, I told him. He loosened me up. A few kisses here, a couple of hickeys there, and the next thing I knew we were in the shower.

I had always told him Spanish music does something to me that I cannot control. The movement of my hips, the feeling between my thighs. The animal look I get in my eyes. Off went the lights, and he pulled out a speaker that had a light that danced to the beat. And loudly the Spanish music played.

The water rushed around us as I grinded on him like we were in the movie Dirty Dancing. I grabbed his hair in my hands and lead his hands to where I wanted them and made him sway with me. I bit his ear and bit his lips and when he was finally done with playing around he pinned me to the wall and asked me why we had never played Spanish music before.

He pulled my hair, and bit my lips, and thrusted to the beat of the music. I asked him if he missed the way I molded around him, like he was meant to fit in me, and I contracted my muscles into a little squeeze. He moaned a yes and pulled me out of the shower and threw me on his bed. The speaker still sat playing in the bathroom.

I rode him like I never would again. I got him to the edge until he couldn't take it anymore, and he flipped me over and licked from my ear to my inner thigh and told me if I didn't make him finish I'd regret it.

I sucked the soul out of him. Eyes rolling, toes curling, muscle spasming kind of ecstasy. The slight mutter under the breath, "oh how I've missed you". The sigh as I swallowed what he had to offer me, and the kiss that followed after. The groan of the bed as he got up to get the speaker, and the groan of desire when he came back just to take me all over again.

Submitted November 30, 2019 at 12:22AM

He picked me up as usual. No one else home, the house all to ourselves, a few hours to spare. I was upset with him this time. He didn't care about me like I cared about him, I told him. He loosened me up. A few kisses here, a couple of hickeys there, and the next thing I knew we were in the shower.I had always told him Spanish music does something to me that I cannot control. The movement of my hips, the feeling between my thighs. The animal look I get in my eyes. Off went the lights, and he pulled out a speaker that had a light that danced to the beat. And loudly the Spanish music played.The water rushed around us as I grinded on him like we were in the movie Dirty Dancing. I grabbed his hair in my hands and lead his hands to where I wanted them and made him sway with me. I bit his ear and bit his lips and when he was finally done with playing around he pinned me to the wall and asked me why we had never played Spanish music before.He pulled my hair, and bit my lips, and thrusted to the beat of the music. I asked him if he missed the way I molded around him, like he was meant to fit in me, and I contracted my muscles into a little squeeze. He moaned a yes and pulled me out of the shower and threw me on his bed. The speaker still sat playing in the bathroom.I rode him like I never would again. I got him to the edge until he couldn't take it anymore, and he flipped me over and licked from my ear to my inner thigh and told me if I didn't make him finish I'd regret it.I sucked the soul out of him. Eyes rolling, toes curling, muscle spasming kind of ecstasy. The slight mutter under the breath, "oh how I've missed you". The sigh as I swallowed what he had to offer me, and the kiss that followed after. The groan of the bed as he got up to get the speaker, and the groan of desire when he came back just to take me all over again.