Shower Help

My answer brought the beast to the surface. When he posed the question to me, he was forcing this primal part of him down. Perhaps he was hoping to release it after some foreplay disguised as helpful sanitization but now, he knew that I wanted it too and that made him ravenous.

I leaned against the marble wall first with my arms at my sides. I watched him soap up the washcloth, then he came closer. At first, he started with my shoulders, down my forearms, and hands. I rinsed and then went back to my spot.

I was looking directly into his eyes as I lifted my arms up, crossing my forearms just over my head, my left hand holding the other wrist. His lips dropped open but only briefly and then he went back to his task.

He brought the washcloth up to my armpit, sure to scrub the axillary areas well. Then he carefully went over my ribs, carefully minding the bruising. After that, he washed my stomach. When he looked into my eyes I said, "You missed a few spots."

"Did I?" he asked in a whisper. I nodded. He lathered the washcloth and ran it over my collarbone, then in between my breasts. When he decided to work on them, he chose my left one first. First, he applied more pressure to the skin just above my areola but once he reached the thinner, delicately sensitive skin, he let up and instead rolled the washcloth tenderly over my nipple.

The stimulation from the material and the way he was caressing me hardened my nipple. Underneath the cloth, he held his thumb against my erect flesh ever so slightly pinching. When I saw him glance at me to see what I was feeling, I felt a surge of animalistic lust for him that I wanted to unleash ... but I didn't want it too soon. I'd wait to see how this played out.

Over to my right nipple he swirled the soap along the tougher epidermis with light pressure but before he went to my nipple, he lifted my hefty tit and scrubbed underneath it. Realizing the error of his ways in neglecting the left, he returned and suspended it with his hand, cleaning me thoroughly.

Moving back to my right breast, he rolled his thumb over my nipple with the cloth the same way as he had for the left. As he massaged his fingers over me, I was overwhelmed with the sexy sensation it sent throughout my body. I bit my lip and my eyes fluttered.

"Wow, is it always that way?" he asked in a whisper.

"What way?"

"Is your right nipple more sensitive than your left?"

"It varies day to day."

"Really? You'll keep me guessing then."

"No need to guess. You can ask me."

"How should I pose the question?"

"You should ask, 'Hey, Alex. Which nipple should I touch today to send the strongest electric shocks of euphoria between your legs?'"

We were eye to eye now. He invaded my space. I welcomed him and as he began to kiss me, I thought I could feel him drooling. I loved how wet his lips were. The viscosity of our saliva mixed as we kissed, and I sucked on his lips.

I held his throat as I gently pushed him away from me.

"What's the matter? Did I hurt you?" he inquired, with concern.

"No. It's just that you didn't finish the job." I pointed down. He glanced at my naked body and then he nodded.

"I'll get right to it."

"You'd better ... sergeant."

That made him crack a smile. He turned around and lathered the washcloth up once more for me. On his knees he slowly rubbed my stomach to my belly button, then along my pelvis. He held both of my hips and rested his cheek against me for a moment. I ran my fingers through his wet hair as I gazed down at him lovingly.

He continued his thorough cleansing as he moved to my wiry chestnut-brown hair. I could feel the thumb on his left hand pushing a little harder than I'd expected against my hip. It wasn't uncomfortable, just notable. He was paying close attention to what he was doing and wanted to get it right.

When he brought his hands between my legs I accommodated for him, spreading them. His hands worked every spot that needed tending to. Briefly I rinsed the soap off and ran my fingers through my hair. Once I was out of the stream, I resumed my position with him.

He continued his journey making sure to get my thighs, shins, and toes. I rinsed once more but as soon as I was done, he pushed me back against the wall. I smiled as he kissed me roughly the scrape of his facial hair tantalizing. Then he lowered himself to his knees again and brought his mouth between my legs.

I sucked in a breath as soon as he began to plant plentiful kisses. I'd only had a preview of this type of adoration the time we first made love but that was in frenzied passion. What he was doing now was strictly for me and I could tell that he wanted to do it as well as his eager self was capable.

I held his head, gripping the longer strands of the grown out mohawk, clutching onto him, wordlessly begging him not to go. Never go. He inched closer to me and lifted one of my long legs, resting it over his shoulder. I arched as I pressed against the marble wall, the access he had to me now granted.

I was helping him understand how to get where I needed him to be with my feral moans and cries. Without awareness, I began to dig my long, ragged nails into his scalp, clawing at him like a cat. A feline true to its basest biology, always alert, graceful, and ferocious.

My cries became unyielding, and I rested my head against the wall, still twisting my fingers in his hair, unrelentingly forcing him to remain until I was done with my waves of orgasmic release. Even as I was still trembling, satiation would not come with only one, but I needn't worry. He wasn't finished.

Once more he led me to the same place, up on the ledge of a building with screaming winds and racing traffic below me. I was glancing over the edge and then I jumped. I felt the wind against my body as I plummeted to the ground. For that orgasm I had both hands on the back of his head pressing him to me while wailing in pleasure.

With an unspoken plan, he turned the shower off and helped me get out. My body was still sore which he was still mindful of. I wrapped a towel around me and then he picked me up, carrying me to our bed. Carefully, he sat me down.

He slipped next to me. I turned to him and held his beautiful sharp jaw, my nails scraping along the slight scruff that had grown. I tickled under his chin and then I gripped his throat. I bit his Adam's apple and instead of recoiling, he laughed.

Our eyes met and what I saw in his irises was myself. It wasn't darkness, fear, or pain. It was goodness, illumination, and ecstasy. As they shimmered in the light, he moved to me sighing like the inner animal within him had been set free.

He pushed me down on the bed and he was over me just like I'd dreamt about a hundred times. I could see him getting stiffer and I wanted nothing more than to bring forth his beautiful white fountain and spill it upon me. I'd need to bathe in it repeatedly because quelling my desire was going to take weeks of him ravishing me. We were finally free and the last thread that had inhibited me had just snapped.

I crawled to him watching his body begging me to kiss him. I slid my tongue out and with just the dripping tip, rolled it along the bottom. I tensed up the end of my tongue, making sure it provided the pressure of a finger but was enhanced with saliva. I tapped it with my tongue and then relaxed the muscle.

I smiled at him. I don't think he was able to speak. Just tremble. Inch by inch I came back to him. I could feel the ridges of engorged veins as he ached for me. I brought my tongue down to the base and then slid it back up to his tip.

He had been on his sitting, but I gently laid him down for me. I climbed between his legs like a serpent ready to feed. My lips were wet and glistening from his ever-dribbling viscous fluid. I could see it involuntarily expelling thick droplets.

My fingers fluttered over him only briefly. I knew he couldn't handle the extra friction and would explode too soon. If I wanted to make this last, I'd have to use only my mouth. I then progressed down lightly flicking my tongue on his salty swollen, skin. I rose back to the top and then I slid both my lips over him, dousing his juice in my mouth. I delicately pushed the fluid down over his skin, lubricating it.

Then, I carefully brought my mouth down completely, until I could feel him hot and throbbing in the back of my throat. Sucking upward, I remained at the top again, paying extra attention to the frenulum. My once soft kisses and licks were now concentrated. I tasted him with each stimulating brush of my tongue.

He moaned in aching cries. I knew he couldn't hold back much longer. I wanted him to last but I understood that neither of us had control. The release was going to be monumental. Gazing down at him, I raked my fingernails along his inner thighs causing him to twitch.

My hand moved underneath him, and I stroked, feeling the tightness against my hand. I made circular motions with my fingers, continuing my up and down sucking. Along my lips the ridges of his veins were swelling causing me to have to adjust my mouth's position to avoid nicking him with a stray tooth.

When I looked into his eyes, I could see that there was little semblance of reality left for him. We were on the same plane as every motion with my mouth was bringing us higher. It had been my dream all along to take care of him and finally, he was going to let me.

Or I was going to give him no earthly way to resist. When I looked into his eyes, I knew I had to return the favor that he had given me twice over. I began to run my hands in synchronous motion with my mouth over him. I found the perfect rhythm and now it was his turn to wrap his fingers in my snarled wet hair, pulling on me like he owned me. And why not? He did.

I could taste the real him, first in only a few small bursts but then he was pouring into my mouth, one after another after another. I gulped and swallowed every drop making sure to not leave him even one second too soon. I didn't want to lose any part of him. I needed to possess him.

I knew he was finished when he relaxed his clinging hands from my hair and reclined in the bed.

"Alex, that was fucking amazing," he gasped. I smiled at him.

"Yes, and thank you, ... for in the shower."

"I loved every second of it. I want to do these things with you any chance we can."

"Me too," I breathed. I could tell my cheeks were rosy from excitation.

"I don't know if I'm done yet," he confessed.

"You mean you want to go again?"

"Yeah."

"Really? Right now?" I asked. He nodded. "Lay back down," I said with a sly smile.