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Brett’s eyes filled with hunger, and he nodded, then got to his feet. He helped me up. I turned toward the bathroom, but Brett put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him, kissing my neck. I shivered.
In the bathroom, I switched on the hot water. When I turned around, I stripped for Brett. I did it slowly, sensually. His eyes were glued to my body, and I knew that he saw something he liked. He undressed in the process, and his hard dick was a dead giveaway that he was as aroused as I was.
When I stepped into the hot spray, the water cascaded over my body.
Brett only took in the sight for a second before he stepped into the shower with me. He grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed it between his hands, working up a thick lather. He reached for me and slowly soaped me up, starting with my neck and working his way down my body. He ran his hands in circles over my breasts, massaging them, and my hard nipples poked against his palms.
Brett took his time, continuing to lather them for a long time, admiring them. I loved the way he looked at me, and wondered if he liked the contrast of our skin tones together as much as I did. I closed my eyes and leaned against his hands, moaning softly to tell him how much I liked what he was doing.
I took the soap from Brett and did the same thing, working up a lather before putting my hands on his body. I mirrored exactly what he had done for me, but instead of stopping at his chest the way he had stopped at mine, I slid my hands farther and farther down until I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock.
Brett made a growling sound at the back of his throat and leaned forward to kiss me. Our soapy chests pressed together, my dark breasts sliding against his lighter, hairy chest, and the sensation was amazing. He ran his hands over my back and to my ass, squeezing it. Our kissing became more urgent, and the desire grew between us. Lust was so thick in the air it made it hard to breathe.
Brett ground his dick against my groin. He took the soap from my other hand and ran it down my back and over my ass. He nibbled on my ear while he did it, and I shivered. My ears were erogenous zones, but no one had ever known that. No one had ever tried.
After a while of driving me crazy, Brett put the soap down. He slid his hand between my legs, and I moaned. I spread my legs a little, and he ran his fingers between my pussy lips, sliding up and down over my clit. I moaned louder. I kissed him, and this time the kiss was more urgent. He was driving me wild the way only he knew how.
Brett rubbed the first orgasm out of me in no time, and I shivered. He held me up as my muscles contracted and I started feeling weak at the knees.
When I could think straight again, I pulled away from Brett and grabbed the showerhead. It was detachable. Perfect.
I kneeled in front of him and rinsed him down, starting with his neck and moving downward until the spray was on his dick. Brett groaned and pushed his hips slightly forward. When he was free of soap, I moved the spray a little lower, rolled my gaze up to make eye contact, and sucked him into my mouth.
Going down on Brett while we were in the shower was the best thing I had ever done. His skin was smooth, the tip slick with lust, and the flesh in my mouth was cooler than the hot water that had been running over him. He tasted like hot water and sex, even though we hadn’t done anything yet. Brett groaned as I moved my head, sliding him in and out of my mouth.
I didn’t get to suck Brett off for very long before he pulled back and held out his hand to me. Maybe he was closer to the edge than I had thought. Maybe he wanted to torture me a bit.
Brett pulled me against him and slid his dick between my legs. I moaned as he kissed me, grinding against my pussy. It was the closest we would ever come to sex without a condom. I wasn’t on the pill, so I needed him to be wrapped up, but when he ran himself across my pussy lips like this, I wondered what it would be like to have him just like this.
I was getting more and more frustrated. Brett’s dick was so close, but he wasn’t going to give it to me, and it was pure, delicious torture. I shivered and moaned, and Brett suddenly stepped away. I gasped in the absence of him.
Brett reached for the showerhead I had abandoned, and he sprayed water on the tiles behind me. When he nudged me back against the wall, I realized he had heated up the tiles for me so the cold wouldn’t be a shock. It was the little things.
