For you, my love

After I slide up behind you and make you stop typing by kissing your ear and blowing softly against it, I pull you up and drag you with me down the hallway to the bathroom. We slip inside and I turn on the shower… The cabin is small, so we’ll have to press tight against each other—but that’s exactly what I want.

I guide you inside and slowly undo the buttons of your shirt, pull it out of your pants, and let it slide off your body. Then I sink to my knees to work on your jeans—I pry the buttons open with my teeth, pull the zipper down, and rub my nose against the hard length of you already straining against the fabric.

I tug your jeans off and let my hands glide over your bare ass… delicious that you skipped underwear tonight. Now you’re naked, and I rise slowly, my body sliding up yours so you can feel every inch of me.

You reach out, fingers undoing the buttons of my flannel, letting it slide off my shoulders. Underneath, I’m wearing my favorite bra—black with delicate purple lace and little bows. Your hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over the lace as I arch into your touch.

You reach behind me, unhook the clasp, and let the bra fall, tossing it onto the floor with the rest of our clothes.

I stand there topless, watching desire flood your eyes as you drink me in. You sink to your knees, looking up as your tongue traces slow, wet paths along my ribs and stomach. Then your fingers find the button of my jeans.

You yank the zipper down, drag the denim over my hips, and discover I’m completely bare underneath. Your tongue follows, tasting my smooth skin as you pull the jeans all the way off. I step out of them, shivering while you lick a slow trail back up my body—teasing every sensitive patch of skin, until you finally take one nipple between your lips and suck lightly.

I pull you up into a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding against yours and exploring the roof of your mouth. I remove my necklaces, place them beside our scattered clothes, turn the water hotter, and fill the tiny space with thick steam.

I step under the spray first, adjust the temperature until it’s perfect, then gesture for you to join me behind. The showerhead hangs high in the corner, the knobs beside it, the opening on the right side.

I feel your arms wrap around me from behind, you spin me to face you. Our mouths melt together—hot, urgent, matching the pounding water. I reach behind you for the soap, rub it between my hands until they’re slippery, while my breasts press firmly against your chest.

You groan into my mouth, kiss down my neck, tongue licking my ear as water cascades over us. I start soaping your back, kneading tension from your muscles with firm strokes. You smile against my skin, eyes closed as you let me tend to you.

I work downward, coat your ass in lather, then gently push you back so I can wash your chest, your arms, underneath, over your ribs, up your neck, even your face. I turn you so the water rinses everything away.

I sink to my knees again, grab the soap, and glide it along your legs, lifting each foot to wash between your toes. I slide the soap up the backs of your thighs, then between your legs, before setting it aside to cup your balls with soapy hands—roll them gently, coat them in slick lather.

Then I lift your cock, stroke slowly along its full length with both hands, working lather over every thick inch.

Your head falls back; your fingers tangle in my wet hair as you groan deep in your throat. “Mmm… feels so goddamn good, Adriane…” I savor every sound you make, how you pulse in my grip, knowing I’m why you’re this hard, this desperate.

I tease the head with my fingertips, fill the slit with lather, then glide down the shaft before standing. Water pours over you, rinsing away the suds, streams following every muscle.

I shiver with anticipation and hand you the soap.

You start at my shoulders, work downward—kneading my back, then cupping my ass, gently spreading me to soap between my legs. I lean forward, brace my hands above the knobs, offer myself to you.

You take your time, gliding along the backs of my thighs, then the fronts, teasing me with patience. Finally, your hand slides between my legs again, fingers gliding through my lips, slippery with soap and my own arousal.

I moan, rocking into your touch. “Oh god, yes… YES… ohhh…”

You slide two fingers into me, pumping slowly while your thumb circles my clit.

You spin me suddenly, kiss me hard, then guide me under the spray to rinse clean. As I gasp and tremble, you grin wickedly and pull back just enough to make me whimper.

You lather your hands again, then cover my breasts, palms sliding in slow, deliberate circles. My nipples harden under the slippery pressure; I arch and moan, “ohh… ohhhh…”

You descend lower, soaping my stomach, my hips, then rinse me with water while kissing me deeply. You lean closer, whisper filthy promises against my ear that make my whole body shiver.

I turn around, brace my hands against the wall, and reach back to grab your cock—thick, hard, and slick. I guide you forward until you sink deep inside me in one smooth thrust.

“Oh GOD… OHH!” I come instantly, my walls clamping around you as the sudden fullness shoves me over the edge.

You follow instantly, pulsing hot and deep inside me, both of us shaking as we hold each other tight. The water keeps streaming over us, cooling our skin as we catch our breath.

That’s what I’d do if you were here…

Because this one would be for you, my love.