and as we walked in, I told him to turn on the shower. He stared me for a few seconds and I placed my hands on my hips. “Now.”
"You're a bossy one, aren't you, Molly?"
"Sometimes," I said. When he turned on the shower, I quickly took off my cardigan, and then slowly but surely, I took off my dress so I was standing there in just my bra and panties.
"You're so sexy." He stepped forward and kissed me on the lips, before kissing me on the neck. I felt his hands on my back, undoing my bra and before I knew what was happening, my bra was sliding off and was on the ground. I pressed my breasts into his chest and he groaned as his hands fell to my panties.
"Can I take them off?" he whispered in my ear slowly, and I nodded. He grinned as he slid my panties down and I lifted one foot after the other. Now we were standing in front of each other naked. I felt like I was in some sort of cheesy romantic movie, or a bad porno at best.
"You get in first," I said.
"Why?" he grinned.
"Because if it's too hot, I want you to be the one that gets burned."
"I'd take burning water any second of the day for you, Molly." He winked at me and then stepped into the shower. He winced slightly as the hot water hit his body and I watched as he adjusted the dials. "It's good now," he said. He grabbed my hand and I stepped into the shower.
It was deliciously warm, not scalding hot and not cold. I loved the feel of the water on my skin and I loved the feel of his skin next to mine even more. His hands were all over me and my hands were all over him. I was grabbing his cock before I could think what was happening and he groaned as I squeezed his shaft and ran my fingers along the length of him.
"Oh, Molly, don't stop touching me," he grunted as his fingers played with my nipples. I looked up at him. His eyes were filled with desire and I kissed him. I ran my hands through his hair and I pressed myself up against him as he touched me intimately and I touched him.
The seconds turned to minutes and the minutes seemed to turn to hours as we explored each other's bodies with our fingers and our tongues. He started to wash me with a washcloth and I allowed him to scrub my back and every single inch of me as the water cascaded down my face and through my hair. He grinned in delight as the curls started bouncing.
"Beautiful," he said as he played with them. I grinned at him. No man had ever loved my curls as much as him and I loved him for it. I loved him for liking who I was, 100% of me and not needing any pretense. Yes, we had met only recently and I thought he was a pompous asshole, but slowly but surely, I was beginning to realize that he was a good guy. He was an honest guy. He was a sweet guy. He was the sort of guy that I'd needed to meet for a long time and here we were and I was so excited to feel him inside of me.
"I'm ready to fuck now. I don't think I can hold it in any longer," he growled as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed me up against the wall. He kissed me, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he positioned his cock against my opening and I groaned as the tip of him rubbed my clit. It just felt too good, too sensual, too heavy, and my body started shivering and shaking. I was barely able to stay still as he caressed me and kissed me.
I felt the tip of him sliding inside of me, and before I knew what was happening, he was thrusting hard. I screamed in pleasure, excited and turned on and not wanting it to end. His cock moved in and out of me so delicious and slowly and he held me tight against the wall so I wouldn't fall, even though my body was shaking with so much emotion that I didn't know how I was still able to stay upright.
I bit down into his shoulder as his