"Well...maybe just off certain fingers. Anyway, let me finish washing you." I take up the bar of soap again and make suds in the hair on his chest. I wash his belly and then hesitate. His cock bobs a little, as if saying 'Me next!' I nonchalantly begin soaping his right leg. "Hey, you skipped..." "Don't worry" I assure him, working on his calf. "I saves the best part for last." "Oh. Okay." I finish the right leg, proceed to the left, then finally arrive at the area he's been waiting for me to arrive at. I soap it between my hands, the soap slithery in my palms around his hard shaft. I drop the bar of soap and slide my hands around in all that lovely slipperiness. I spread the lather all through his hair, all over his balls, between the cheeks of his ass. He sighs and claws at my back. "Okay, rinse off" I instruct him. He rinses, then I make sure all the soap is gone and get on my knees again. I press my face against his crotch, which being freshly washed doesn't smell like anything. I take his cock into my mouth, and it tastes like water. The water is pouring down over me, dripping on my head. I close my eyes and suck. I imagine my mouth as another vagina and fuck him with it energetically.I can taste love-drops. "I love to have my mouth full of this" I say, pausing for a moment. "I bet you do" he says, running his hands through my hair. He thrusts his cock against my cheek. I grab hold of it lovingly and rub it on my face. I moan, and so does he as I pull back and slide my lips over it again. I suck until he starts getting too excited. I straighten up.