“No. Don’t do that.” I straighten up and tear myself away from him. My
legs are so shaky I fall back against him. Then I stand up straight and
turn off the shower. We towel ourselves dry, then go into the bed room to
complete what we’ve started. In the bedroom, I light a candle and turn
off the lamp as he spreads the spare quilt over the bed. As I turn
around, he takes me by the shoulders to kiss me, and, laughing, I throw
my arms around his waist and pull him onto the bed on top of me. He yelps
as he loses his balance and comes sprawling down in a jumble of arms and
legs. “Hey! Would you mi…” he begins. I shut him up with a kiss.
It’s so good to feel his warm weight on my body and his clean, bare skin
against mine. I savor the feeling, and enjoy a slow, hot kiss as well.

Just look at that.” “I wish I could.” “Oh, it’s beautiful. I’m so big
and hard and you’re so wet and juicy…oh, your muscles are contracting
around me and it feels so good…” “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Our
words deteriorate into wild noises and the world is nothing more to me
than water pouring down and cock filling me up. I can’t even move, the
best I can do is stand there and receive. “Can I come?” he asks, pausing
for a moment. “No. I want to watch. I want to watch you when you come,
and I want you to watch me. How’s that sound? That sound good?” “Oh,
yes! Please.” He thrusts once more. I grunt and push against him again.
“Feels so good” I sigh. “Yeah, but stop or I’ll come now, inside you.”