A light cloud of steam swirled around the bathroom when he opened the door for me and guided me inside. The water was running like a warm mist in the shower stall lined with ceramic tiles in a soft mocha color. There were four glass jars filled with candlewax lined up along the vanity, with a dancing flame reflected by the mirror.

With one hand he closed the door behind us and with his other hand he reached into the waistband of my jeans and pulled me close up against his body, popping the button and pushing the zipper down. He kissed my lips, our tongues dancing and probing, our hands exploring and roaming all over each other. It was easy to tug his shirt up and over his head, then he pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down over his hips. He pushed my jeans down with one hand and held my face up against his, forcing deeper kisses into his mouth. As our jeans dropped to our ankles we each stepped to the side and pushed them away. As I reached behind me to unhook my bra, he grabbed my wrist up twisted my arm up behind me. With a little push on my shoulder he turned me around and then pushed me up against the wall and thrust his hips against me. I felt his cock throbbing to life, and the roughness of his pubic hairs against my ass made my crotch tingle with anticipation.

Pinned to the wall with his body weight, I remained still as his hands slowly guided my bra strap down over my shoulders. He put two fingers under the band and used his thumb to unhook it. then his hands pushed their way around my body so he cupped my breasts and massaged them in small circles.

With his lips close to my ear, he whispered that he wanted to make me wet – both inside and out. I shivered slightly and he laughed in a low chuckle. He wrapped one arm across my chest, just under my breasts and backed up slowly, Just four steps later we were stepping up over the shower thresh hold and into the shower stall together. I felt the water hit my neck and shoulders, then he pulled on my hair, making me raise my face into the stream of water and I instinctively closed my eyes. He chuckled again, enjoying his dominance and control.

Using his knee, he forced his leg in between mine and I felt his hardened cock rub against my inner thigh. He whispered in my ear that he was going to fuck me, but not yet. He said I wasn’t ready, and I moaned softly – part disappointment and part sexual desire.