Steaming Hot Shower

I pulled out a strand of hair tangled in the hairband and dropped it on the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror and slowly started to take off my clothes. As always, I took my time looking at my belly, my flat butt, my thighs--looking at everything I didn't like about myself.

I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. When the steam rose over the shower curtain, I stepped in. The scalding water made my hair stand on end and gave me a moment of pleasure.

While lathering myself with soap, I heard the bathroom door open.

"How's it going?" Liam said.

"Fine." I replied, frowning. "What the hell is he doing?" I thought.

"Hey, do you mind that I came in?" he asked.

"Umm... no." I didn't know what else to say, even though it didn't bother me.

I turned to face the shower head, closed my eyes, and let the water splash onto my forehead.

"Don't worry. I can leave if you want."

"No!" I said with more enthusiasm than I intended.

"Good. Because I'm not going anywhere." He said.

I heard him draw the curtain and felt his hand on my waist. My hair stood on end again. I had to remind myself how to breathe. My heart pounded in my chest as his hand moved slowly up my back, setting on fire where his fingers touced my skin.

I began to slowly spin around. I glanced at his bare shoulder, and my gaze drifted downward toward his chest, stomach, and manhood, which hung softly. "He's completely naked," I thought, feeling my cheeks redden.

I looked up again and met his eyes. They were looking down at me with fire and lust.

His hand, still on my body, moved upward until it found one of my breasts. He caressed it, tracing a spiral inwards until he reached the nipple, and my breath caught. It was then that hunger took over.

He pushed me against the wall, kissing me hungrily, his tongue frantically slipping into my mouth. His fingers playing with my nipple, while the other hand grabbed my thigh, his waist pressing against mine with urge.

I closed my eyes and let myself go. I crossed my legs around his body, returned his kisses, tangled my fingers in his jet-black hair, and arched my back.

"Just like this..." He whispered in my mouth. And I gasped.

He made me step down from his waist and pushed my back against the wall again.

"Try not to move." He tempted me.

He knelt down, put one hand on my stomach to make sure I didn't move, and with the other he moved one of my legs over his shoulder.

He started playing with the short hairs on my pubes, he began to gently caress my slit with his nose, and then I felt the heat of his tongue. I rolled my eyes, tensed my fingers, and my knees almost gave way, but his hand on my stomach kept me upright as his finger entered me and retreated a couple of times, then a second joined, making me hotter than the water dripping down my arms. A third finger made me tremble, and a small shriek escaped my throat. His tongue circled my clit, he kept the motion going, bringing me close to the edge. When I was almost there, he stopped moving his fingers and withdrew his tongue. I looked down at him. His eyes were fixed on mine, and he was smiling mischievously.

With his fingers still inside me, his eyes on mine, and playing with my clit with his thumb, he stood up. His other hand moved to my hair and pulled gently. He started licking and biting my neck softly, moving up to my earlobe, which made me moan loudly. He laughed low in my ear, making my insides burn.

He started moving his fingers again, first slowly, then hastily, my hips joining the motion. My knees trembled as the pleasure in my lower body grew, stealing hushed noises and heavy breaths from my mouth.

I grabbed his neck with one hand, the other on his back, nails scratching his skin, and rested my brow on his shoulder, breathing heavily, and emiting a high pitched moan when I finally came. My whole body shook, my mouth opened, my eyes rolled back, and my hand on his neck tensed, making his head bend over, while his free hand circled my waist.

When he finally withdrew his fingers, I opened my eyes. I saw his erect cock standing between us, ready to burst. I moved my shaking hand from his back down his member, but before I could reach it, he grabbed my wrist.

"Not this time," he whispered in my hair.

"Why not?" I looked up at him, placing my free hand on his chest.

"Good things take time. The more I wait, the better it will be." He kissed the inside of my hand softly. "I'll let you finish showering." He stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel.

"Liam." I called, covering my body with the curtain.

"Yeah?" He turned around to look at me while drying his hair. His back red with scratches and his cock still hard. In that moment, he was sexier than anything I'd ever seen.

"Next time, don't wait that long."

"Only if you promise not to be ashamed of that body of yours. I fucking love it." He winked, and I felt my face burn. He left a new towel on the rack and closed the bathroom door behind him.

All of what just happened came to me at once, and a shiver ran down my body while a soft groan left my mouth.

"Fuck, that was hot." I whispered.