“I’m filthy,” she protested.
“We can handle that.”
I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the bathroom.
“Jesus Christ, your bathroom is larger than my entire apartment.”
“Quit talking and get naked,” I ordered.
We both tore off our clothes, then I brought her into the shower. It was enormous, with jets on three sides and a tiled seat, one of my favorite features of the bathroom. Well, that and the jacuzzi tub. Oh, and the heated floors.
“Let’s get you clean.”
I pushed her underneath the shower spray, then grabbed the shampoo. Pulling her hair out of her braids, I lathered up her hair, giving her a little scalp massage that made her moan in pleasure. I nearly came on the spot. Once I’d finished with herhair I used the washcloth to clean her body, paying special attention to her breasts and the area between her legs. By the time I was finished, Sam was panting and grinding her pussy against my hand.
“On the bench,” I ordered.
“You’re kind of bossy today,” she noted.
“You like it.”
“I do,” she said, dropping gracefully onto the tiled shower bench.
I reached for the detachable shower head, turning it to pulse, then gently pushed her legs apart.
“What are you… oh. Oh!”
She made a squealing sound that was somewhere between surprise and pleasure as the water streamed against her pussy. I moved the spray up and down a few times to get her used to it, then focused my attention on her clit. Sam wiggled on the bench, and I grabbed her hip with my other hand, keeping her in place.
“That feels so… weird but good.”
“It’s my favorite way to masturbate,” I confessed.
“And do you think of me when you’re getting yourself off?” she asked, her tone saucy.
“You know it.”
I leaned forward to kiss her, my tongue tangling with hers as I continued to hit her clit with the stream of water. By the time I pulled back again, Sam was whimpering against my mouth. I sat back on my heels and slid one finger inside her pussy, stroking in and out while continuing to tease her clit with the shower nozzle.
She was shaking now, her eyes screwed closed in pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Come for me,” I said, pressing a button that increased the water pressure while continuing to fuck her with my finger.
“Livi!”
She screeched my name as her orgasm hit and I couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked giving in to pleasure, the pleasure I gave her. I wanted to make her look like this every day for the rest of our lives.
I turned off the water and gave her another kiss. She flopped against me, arms over my shoulder, breath rough in my ear.
“Holy shit, if I wasn’t already in love with you that would have convinced me,” she said, sounding shell-shocked.
“I don’t care where we live, but wherever we end up, promise me we can have a shower like this.”
“You make me come like that again and you can have whatever you want,” she said. “I swear I almost blacked out.”
We stayed in the shower for several long moments, hugging each other and enjoying the sense of closeness.
