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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Hot water cascaded over her body. It's warmth stung her back to life after the cold, driving rain. Her skin turned pink as blood returned to invigorate her. The water ran down her breasts and cascaded from her nipples, feeling like fingers gently pulling at them, stiffening them again, not from the cold, but from arousal this time.
She barely heard the shower door open and close as he stepped in behind her. A cold body moved against her back. Cold hands ran from her ears down her shoulders, around her front, across her bosom and down her stomach, slowly, gently, teasing. Not stopping their slow exploration. But then they did stop. Too high. Too early.
She snuggled back into him and as she leant her head back a tongue flicked at her ear. Then it moved behind her ear and his lips kissed her neck, teeth nibbled at her ear then her earlobe was drawn into his mouth. His hands moved again. One upwards to cup a breast, the other down, further down.
She tried to turn to face him but his enveloping arms stopped her. She wished that mouth would leave her ear and kiss her neck again. It did. Her legs felt weak and she started to sag down, parting her warmth. He supported her, his fingers teasing from outside.
Her nipples were becoming so hard now it hurt. His fingers brushed over the breast he was cupping and then pinched the nipple to greater heights of arousal. Her head fell right back onto his shoulder and she started breathing deeply. The hand moved up from her nipple, sliding up and up to caress her throat, her chin. As the fingers passed her lips she opened them and sucked a finger in, deep, sucking hard.
And what was that? Nudging slowly between her cheeks. She could feel his length beginning to ease upwards between her legs. The soapy water easing its journey. His hips moved forward as hers reciprocated and moved back toward him. The slight movement of moving back parted her legs a little and allowed him to slip gently up and fully between her. He was resting now, tight up against her, she couldn't tell if it was soapy water or her own wetness that allowed him to slide too and fro between her legs with such softness.
She tried to lean forward, his arms allowed her, his hands moving to support a breast each. Resting her head against her hands on the wall of the shower opened her. She could feel him rising up further. Nudging her open, accepting him. Her breasts were being cupped, their weight being carried, and her nipples teased, hot water was fully on her back, splashing everywhere.
She leant over more, arching her back, parting her legs further, opening herself to accept him and his pressure allowed him in. She didn't care anymore and invited him fully into her. |
