I had just gotten my hair soaped up and he walked in the bathroom to get something. I saw him glance over at the shower through the clear curtain. He looked again. I turned so he could check out my ass. He loves my ass. I put my hands up on the wall, arching my back, teasing him. Then I turned back under the water. I heard the door lock and then he walked over predatorily to the shower, slipped his hand in and ran his hand over my body, the water running over my body and his arm. His hand ran down my side, up to my breast, then over my shoulder. I turned to look at him as he pulled the curtain completely back, water still running over me. He leaned in, t-shirt getting soaked, water splashing out of the shower, flowing down to his jeans, his hands were around me, running down my back, his lips were on my nipple, taking it inside his mouth, suckling it, making me moan. I looked down at his shoulders, how the shirt clung to him, the water puddles on the floor, and his dark skin against my light, the water over us both. He raised his head, looked at me with his heated gaze I love so much.
I was about to rip his shirt over his head when we both heard the tale-tell beep from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready" he said as he slid the curtain shut, leaving me alone with my fantasies and a huge puddle of water on the floor.
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