Your breath against his skin, the rub of your brow against his breastbone - you're shaking your head, he's biting down a whimper.
He's still worried. There's a lot more could be said. And neither of you even understand what's actually got a hold on you.
But you're saying yes with your words and please with your body. And his body begs, too.
He cradles your face in both hands, lifting, straightening your bowed shoulders and neck. The shower head, still running, is slowly spinning on its hose somewhere nearby. He grabs it, washes you over with warm water. His eyes are dark and hungry and calm, still pools of emotion and understanding and above all that, trust.
He'll trust your word, and trust you to trust his. Your bodies are screaming at you both.
Date strokes one palm, flat, heavy, warm, across your belly, following the water's spray. He kneels, pressing the handle of the showerhead into your empty hand. His are going to be busy in a moment.
He holds you by the waist with one hand. His other rubs across your belly, seeking that shudder out, coaxing it again and again.
He takes you in his mouth without looking up, attention downturned, focused on his task. You fit easily - he's got a big mouth. He works his tongue against you, sliding further down, assessing his own comfort and adjusting.
[and of course i keeled over right then. but i TRIED!! *^*///]
He's still worried. There's a lot more could be said. And neither of you even understand what's actually got a hold on you.
But you're saying yes with your words and please with your body. And his body begs, too.
He cradles your face in both hands, lifting, straightening your bowed shoulders and neck. The shower head, still running, is slowly spinning on its hose somewhere nearby. He grabs it, washes you over with warm water. His eyes are dark and hungry and calm, still pools of emotion and understanding and above all that, trust.
He'll trust your word, and trust you to trust his. Your bodies are screaming at you both.
Date strokes one palm, flat, heavy, warm, across your belly, following the water's spray. He kneels, pressing the handle of the showerhead into your empty hand. His are going to be busy in a moment.
He holds you by the waist with one hand. His other rubs across your belly, seeking that shudder out, coaxing it again and again.
He takes you in his mouth without looking up, attention downturned, focused on his task. You fit easily - he's got a big mouth. He works his tongue against you, sliding further down, assessing his own comfort and adjusting.