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“Can you pass the soap?” I hear him asking, and I shiver in response for so many reasons, the most pressing one of all being the arousing temptation that awaits me once I turn around to face him, allowing his hand to slightly graze against mine when I offer him the soap I’m tightly clutching within my trembling fist.
I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I don’t even hear him the second time, but I’m immediately pulled out of my reverie when I feel his wet hand then place itself upon my left shoulder. His initial grasp on me impressionable enough to fuel and rouse my imagination even more and I waste no time in playing with this new piece of information, mentally and physically.
I close my eyes in immediate response to the tingling sensation of his touch. Each finger pressing a little harder than the other, and I can’t help but wonder what else they were capable of achieving.
I softly gasp his name almost out of instinct to his numbing effect on me, and that’s when things come to a screeching halt. My eyes opening widening in realisation of what I had just uttered clearly in the spirit of the moment, and the distinct silence that follows apart from the splashing water, gives me no sense of consolation whatsoever. His hand has also removed itself and I have no choice but to then……….
Face the music.
I slowly turn myself around to face him and the sight that graces me when I do so nearly causes for me to loose it completely.
There he is standing under the pulsating shower head, his hair drenched and ruffled and his eyes focused not on me but on the bar of soap I’m still holding. I slightly frown at the last bit but the majority still has me captivated. With the way each droplet of water smashes onto his hard and naked body….
God he must work out every minute of the day.
“Soap” he reminds me with a smile that turns me into a bubbling mess, so much so that the bar of soap slithers from my hand and onto the wet, tiled floor before me. Without thinking I move forward to get it at the same time he does, but I beat him to it in the end, bending down to pick up the soap, and not even preparing myself for the opportunity that just so happens to present itself through the position I’ve now placed myself in.
I continuously try to wrap my mind around the fact that I’m now on my knees and staring at his cock in it’s thick and swelling entirety. I’ve never seen one up this close, especially his but it’s enough to make mine grow hard with anticipation and excitement. All the more when my mind actually registers the fact that it is his cock I’m staring it.
I half expect him to say something or at least move away but he just stands there almost willing for me to continue with my keen observations and perhaps a little more I wonder as I see his cock twitch ever so slightly when my breath hits it’s smooth and velvety surface.
So smooth but so hard and raw at the same time.
My mouth is literally itching to taste, suck and drive him completely over the edge but I restrain myself and then make the daring attempt to look up and gauge his reaction to what I’m clearly suggesting here. His eyes are intently focused on the scene and after a few more minutes of assumed silent thinking, his eyes finally connect with mine while his head nods in wordless agreement of what my eyes and mouth were begging to have.
The first thing that hits my senses the moment I lean forward to seal my mouth over the tip is the heat emanating from him, more so from his moist and engorging cock as my tongue licks around the edge of it’s head, again so soft and velvety but equally hard in it’s need to be satisfied.
I spend a few more minutes lightly sucking on the head of his cock, occasionally flicking the edge of my tongue on the tip to heighten his excitement, and my ministrations fail to disappoint me in return. In fact he encourages me all the more by grasping himself at the base and slowly pushing more of his length into my gasping mouth. The act urging me to abandon any concerns I may have had that he was still uncomfortable with this.
I move my mouth halfway up his length and I stop, briefly dragging it back and then moving forward once again, this time engaging more pressure, and eliciting a low growl out of him in response, bringing a smile to my face for being the one solely responsible for causing it.
As my mouth strives to consume as much of his swelling cock, my mind loses the ability to think of anything else other than acquiring more of the taste, more so the seeping liquid I start to feel hitting the surface of my tongue with each greedy thrust.
“Fuck Yeah.” He gasps clearly ditching his inhibitions as well and instead allowing himself to be controlled by the physicality of the moment and I have no qualms with it whatsoever.
The more the better
Thrust after thrust and my pace strives to quicken when I feel him swell suggesting the arrival of the one thing I’ve been working to get out of him and eagerly down my throat.
“Mmmmm” I momentarily hum against the tightening skin of his cock right before I open my mouth to devour the rest of it.
“Yeah, yeah…….I ahhhhh” He speaks through laboured breaths, apparently trying to convey something but too caught up in the empowering sensation to care about finishing it. So in an effort to convey it in a more clearer way, he places his hands on either side of my head, stopping me in my tracks and gaining my complete attention as a result.
“Fuck it.” is all he says, gaining a firmer hold upon my head and then patiently waiting for me to make the next move, and I make it within seconds by resuming with my thrusts this time faster, urgent and fully encouraged by the person above wanting me to do it.
“Fuck it, fuck it.” He chants over and over while literally pistoning his hips into me, his cock on the verge of exploding and I brace myself with a hungry and willing mouth. Although I grow incredibly confused when he suddenly pulls himself away from me only to then show me how he plans to finish himself off, and the dark almost animalistic hint within his gaze gives me no choice but to comply by opening my mouth in readiness for his impending release.
Three, four, five strokes later and I finally feel the first drops of his hot release spill onto the surface of my tongue. Each stroke issuing me the promise of so much more…..
That’s until I open my eyes to be met with a sight that reminds me of what this all was.
A fantasy.
THE END