eyes had ever laid on, and it made me want him that much more.
Slowly, I walked out of the water to take his hand and pull him back with me. He came willingly, and I grabbed the soap from its holder beside us. Lathering it up in my hands, I brushed it across his wide, muscled chest, letting my fingers dance across his body and slide through each delicious ridge. I walked around him, soaping him until he was completely covered, and then pushed him to step under the stream.
As water fell on him, I curled around him from behind, letting my hands brush the soap away from his chest, his abdomen, and then down to his cock. From behind him, I reached for his staff and began to stroke him, one hand on his cock and the other reaching below to massage him underneath. He was so thick and long, my hand barely wrapped around him, and after a few moments, he turned toward me.
I slowly lowered to my knees in front of him, submitting to him and offering him my mouth. He took it hungrily, pressing the thick head against my lips and pushing them open with it. My tongue slid underneath as I brushed him against my cheek, opening my mouth as wide as I could make it to accommodate his size. My hands reached up to continue their stroking and massaging as I worked on him with my lips and tongue.
His body was rigid, stock still as he looked down into my eyes while I pleasured him. That same look of amazement, of appreciation, of worship was in his gaze, and it emboldened me to take him deeply into my throat. Fighting the urge to choke, I slid him in until I was nearly to his base and then took him out again. He groaned with appreciation and I repeated it, keeping it there as I slid my tongue from side to side underneath his thick, veiny staff.
When I pulled him out of my mouth again, I expected him to press back inside, but instead, he reached down, pulling me up gently by my chin. When I was on my feet, he turned me so I was mostly under the stream of water, keeping me warm. Then his lips began to trail from my neck down to my shoulder. Then down my arm to my fingers, where he kissed each one before moving back up my arm to my chest. Crossing over, he repeated his kisses on my other arm and back to my chest before kneeling to one knee and letting his tongue slide across my breast. I gasped as he took one into his lips and flicked the sensitive nipple with his tongue. Then he slid across to the other, letting his thumb and forefinger tease and gently pinch the nipple he had just suckled on.
My hands fell to the back of his head as he moved down my stomach, chasing the last remnants of soapy water to the thin bush of my mound. One hand rose up to hold my ass, pulling my hips forward so he had a better angle, and he licked around the lips once before sitting back and admiring my pink, waiting pussy. I had never felt so desired as I did in those firm but patient touches and those long gazes at my more intimate parts.
Slowly, he brought his face to my core, and his tongue slid through my folds. One hand clenched to his hair, and the other reached for the wall of the bathroom as he caressed my clit and sent lightning bolts of sensation through my body. I lifted one leg to rest on his shoulder and the hand that had been holding my ass slid forward slowly, pausing the fingertips at my opening. His other hand slid up my chest to knead into my breast and I moaned deeply as he slid his finger inside.
His tongue swirled around my clit, then nudged it from its hood. The finger, so thick and sure, brushed across the upper wall in thrusts. I felt the wave of an oncoming climax building tension inside me and my hand tightened in his hair. My leg tensed as I pulled him tighter into me, not wanting to let his head move from the spot as I got closer and closer to release. His finger increased in speed, sliding in and out of me repeatedly, brushing the upper wall while the