Are you gonna join me?

A hand came through the glass door and the steam, her heart raced. Torn completely in two by the girl she was raised to be, and the woman she was inside, she stepped inside and closed the bathroom door, but hesitated.

“Promise I won’t bite.”

Tempted was an understatement, she wanted this. She took his hand, he pulled softly. As she came closer, through the steam she was finally able to make out his face, his stare grabbed her and wouldn’t let her go. Nearly in a trance, she stepped into the hot water with him, clothes still on, she wasn’t concerned about that in the moment.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He put his hand through her hair, the spray starting to douse her. He pulled free the clip holding back her hair and splayed it across her shoulders. Without giving her time to think, he cupped her face in both his hands and pulled her to him. She held her breath. The scent of his soap filled her senses. She braved placing her hands against his naked skin, brushing them along his sides, coming to rest on his hips that were wet and slick. He moaned into her mouth as his lips came down on hers.

She melted.

She heard her own sigh as she parted her lips to welcome his passion. He sucked her lower lip, then covered her mouth with his, his tongue just lightly brushing hers. He moved his hands down her back and pulled her body seamless to his own. She felt every hard line of his body, every soft spot. Her clothes were drenched now and she imagined transparent as well, but she didn’t care.

His tongue explored hers. She’d never been kissed like this before, but she was learning and giving back as much as she got. His tongue skimmed the roof of her mouth, she shivered. His hands lowered on her body until they grabbed the fleshy part of her butt and he squeezed causing her to press into him harder. She moved her hands up, touching his chest, shoulders, then caressing his face.

The water played around them, splattering against the shower wall and bouncing back to sting her face. He finally pulled the cardigan off her drenched body and dropped it to the shower floor. She knew for certain now that he could see through her light top and skirt if he looked. Her nipples were hard...
and her body was aching for his touch, but he continued to only devour her lips and mouth in a most complete way.

He pulled her closer still, and she felt for the first time how large and hard he was. It startled her for a moment and she pulled her mouth away.

“I’m not sure I…”

She searched his eyes for some sense of rightness. They were dark and sexy and she felt she might drown in them.

“I won’t push you. Just enjoy this.” He caressed her cheek. “My touch.” His fingers ran over her shoulder and softly over one breast. “My kiss.” He brought his mouth back to hers way too briefly. “Enjoy how it makes you feels.” His mouth came back to hers and he whispered against her lips. “Enjoy imagining all the possibilities of our bodies together.”

Her knees buckled, but he held her so close there was nowhere to fall. His smile told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her, but before she could think, he was back to kissing her and she lost herself in that kiss. He pulled them both directly under the spray. The hot water ran across her body amplifying everything she was already feeling. He moaned, then one hand left her. He adjusted their bodies so he could stroke himself while he continued to kiss her.

She felt his hand working himself between them and god help her, it turned her on even more. Finally she pulled back to watch. He was gorgeous. It was the first time she’d ever seen a completely naked man. She drew her gaze up his chest, over his biceps, to his face. He was watching her, a dreamy half smile placed on his lips. Her eyes caught on his, she reached out to touch him, not sure if she had the courage to see it through or not.

She stopped with only enough space between her hand and his for daylight to slip through. He groaned.

“You’re killing me.”

She swallowed.

“What…”she closed her eyes, then looked directly back into his. “What do you call it?”

He laughed hard, then that wicked smile came back into full play.

“I like cock myself, but I don’t really care what you call it…” he leaned closer and whispered against her cheek. “Just touch it.”

She adjusted her gaze downward, then returned to look him in the eye.

“Show me how.”

She swore she heard his breath catch in his chest. Then he soflty took her hand and placed it directly on him. A shiver took over her entire body. The skin was the softest thing she’d ever felt, but the pronounced hardness that lay just beneath that softness was incredible.

“Close your hand around me.”

He pulled her body close to his again, and began suckling on the curve in her neck. From the position he held her in, she could no longer look into his eyes, or see his… cock. She let the word run over itself in her mind for a moment. His hand placed firmly on top of hers now, he directed her in a smooth rhythm as he worked his mesmerizing mouth down the side of her neck. She closed her eyes, drowned in the sensations. A smile grew across her face as she allowed herself to relax and immerse in his kisses, his body.

His arm was wrapped around her tight, holding her close. His hand massaged her back, his mouth ran wild along what bare skin she had above the top she wore. He pulled down one sleeve and sucked her shoulder until she moaned. Her grasp on him was tighter now, the movement ramping up. Her free hand explored his bicep, his back, his ass. She loved the way his skin felt, the rough texture of his hair beneath her fingers was enticing. She took notice of how he kissed her, and began an assault of her own on the curve of his neck. He dropped his head back.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

He was breathless. His other arm fell away from her. She stepped a half step back to see him. He was glorious. Naked and hard with the hot water streaming over his body. She ran her hand down his chest, played with his nipple for a second and watched him close his eyes tighter.

“How tight can I hold you?”

“Honey you can’t hold tight enough to hurt it.”

She grabbed harder, he growled, and fell back against the shower wall. She continued to move her hand the way he’d shown her. She had never felt so much power in all her life. Nothing, not even soaring above a crowd of people, compared to what she felt right that moment.

He groaned once more and grabbed both her shoulders pulling her tight against him while his body tensed. Somehow she sensed when to slow her movements, then stop all together. It went strangely silent for a time, the only sounds that of the running shower, and Sebastian’s breathing. She wanted to melt into him, be a part of him forever. The thought made her sigh contentedly and when she did he grabbed her faced in both his hands and kissed her fiercely.

His tongue wasn’t soft or exploring this time. This time he was taking no prisoners. Her knees buckled beneath her, he quickly caught her up against him, turned their positions and pressed her against the shower wall. He was on fire again even though moments before he seemed to be spent. He stopped kissing her for a moment to look her in the eyes.

“You may be the death of me woman.”

She smiled, somehow liking the idea, but didn’t have time to think about it before his hot kisses were once again covering her lips. His fingers pushed beneath her top to skim the skin of her belly. She knew he was going slow for her sake. His hands continued to roam freely under her shirt, when she felt the tips of his fingers graze the underside of her breast she hesitated briefly. He stopped kissing her to look in to her eyes, she knew he was looking for the go signal. She bit her lip, her breathing was so short she sounded like a panting dog, and her heart was racing, but she wanted this, she wanted…