Shower Shower Secrets

The bathroom door swung open, revealing my man’s muscular torso glistening with moisture. He’d just finished shaving, leaving a faint, clean scent in the air, and his package bounced and jiggled beneath his skin as he moved. A primal heat surged through me, igniting a desperate need to claim that magnificent display. I instinctively curled my legs beneath me, reaching for my own soft, slightly swollen nipples, feeling the first hints of arousal. It was intoxicating just watching him prepare himself for the shower, a silent invitation to the pleasure that awaited.

He stepped into the frosted glass stall, the doors sliding shut behind him, sealing his anticipation. The rhythmic drumming of the showerhead filled the room, accompanied by the muffled sounds of him washing himself, the sight of his erect, hard member a constant, tantalizing tease. I found myself unable to look away, lost in the raw, visceral display of his arousal. It felt like a slow burn, a growing hunger that demanded immediate satisfaction. I wondered if he was already anticipating my touch, fantasizing about the release he’d soon experience. The anticipation itself was a potent form of pleasure.

As he rinsed off, his cock remained stubbornly erect, a testament to his arousal. My mouth began to water, a desperate yearning building within me. I could practically taste the anticipation, the hot, salty sweat clinging to his skin. I imagined the exquisite sensation of my lips tracing the contours of his shaft, the velvety feel of his head against my tongue, the overwhelming pleasure of drawing forth his precious fluid. The thought was too much to bear, a potent cocktail of desire and lust.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations building within me, visualizing every detail of the scene. I pictured myself descending, deep-throating him with fervent passion, letting his magnificent member guide me deeper and deeper into his pleasure. The image fueled my arousal, intensifying the heat that was now consuming me. I wanted to feel every inch of his body, to lose myself completely in the ecstasy of the moment.

He emerged from the shower, pushing back a stray strand of hair from his forehead. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he moved towards me with a slow, deliberate grace. The imprint of his cock on the towel was undeniable, a blatant invitation that sent shivers down my spine. When he got in front of me, he casually dropped the towel, revealing the full force of his arousal. His gaze met mine, intense and demanding, a silent command to submit. "I need you to suck me, and suck me hard," he stated, his voice a low, husky rumble that vibrated through me.

I smiled, a wide, unrestrained grin that betrayed my complete submission. I shifted into a comfortable position on my stomach, letting my body relax into the bed beneath me. As he approached, I began by gently licking his shaft, savoring the feel of his hardness against my tongue. The first drops of pre-cum began to flow, a warm, salty river that tasted of pure desire. I swiped it away with my tongue, relishing the sensation, knowing that I was playing a crucial role in his release.

As I took him deeper, he groaned in delight, the sound resonating through my body, amplifying my own pleasure. Each thrust deep into my throat brought a fresh wave of arousal, pushing me closer to the brink. I loved hearing his enjoyment, feeling the connection between our bodies, the shared experience of mutual pleasure.

I watched him standing over me, my head hanging over the edge of the bed, and made sure he was comfortable. Then, I tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and he shifted his position slightly, a puzzled expression crossing his face. I moved towards the edge of the bed and guided him to sit down beside me, so we could face each other directly. This close proximity only heightened my desire, fueling the fire within me.

Returning to my task, I continued to lick and suck, drawing out more and more of his precious fluid. My tongue brushed against his head, tasting the salty tang of his arousal, and I sensed his hardness increasing with each stroke. The rhythmic thrusts deep into my throat brought a wave of ecstasy, pushing me closer to the precipice of release. With each groan of pleasure, I felt myself losing control, surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensation.

Looking up at his face, I noticed his eyes were closed, lost in the pleasure of the moment. He was oblivious to everything but the sensations flowing through his body. I paused, taking a deep breath, and then leaned down to jack him off, focusing all my energy on the exquisite pleasure he was providing. He let out a massive groan, a primal sound of pure ecstasy, as I continued my ministrations. As I began to pull back, he unleashed a torrent of cum, a thick, hot stream that filled my mouth and throat.

With our eyes still locked, I continued to lick him, savoring the taste of his release, until he was completely dry. Finally, I told him, "I need to cum," my voice breathless with anticipation.

He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes, and sat up, pulling me up onto the bed beside him. He proceeded to pleasure me with the same fervor, and the experience was so intense that I instinctively grabbed the pillow to steady myself. He looked up at me, his gaze filled with adoration, and said, "Baby, you better hold on. You gave me the most amazing blowjob, and now I’m about to give you the best orgasm you have ever had."

As he began his work, I felt my climax building, a wave of intense pleasure washing over me. He kept a steady pace, using his middle finger to stimulate my G-spot and his tongue to caress my clitoris, creating a symphony of sensation. I screamed out, "Oh, my god, I’m gonna cum! I can’t take it!"

He encouraged me to hold back, whispering, "Come on, baby, I want it to be good. Tell me how good it is!"

My need to release became unbearable, a desperate urge that threatened to overwhelm me. I yelled, “I have to let it go—NOW!” I arched my back, pleading for permission to climax.

He asked, “Does it feel good? How good? Tell me!”

With a final, uncontrollable groan, I shrieked, "It feels amazing! I have to let it go!"

He smiled, a triumphant expression on his face, and said, “Good—don’t let that go.” Then, he climbed on top, straddling me in the “69” position. "You have me hard again." He continued his passionate ministrations, and I opened my mouth, allowing his stiffened cock to enter my throat, taking him as deep as my body would allow. As he pushed, I sucked, and as he sucked, I pushed against his mouth, determined to experience every moment of pleasure.

The sensations intensified, merging into a single, overwhelming wave of ecstasy. We both let out a collective moan as we simultaneously released, our bodies writhing in unison. Drinking and drinking, I sucked him dry, and he licked me clean, extolling the goodness of my juices. Finally, we rolled off the bed and nestled together, our eyes locked, a silent acknowledgment of the shared experience. Pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

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