I came up behind Anna and stroked the sides of her breasts while she lathered shampoo into her hair. The familiar scent of roses permeated the moist air, beyond intoxicating in the small enclosed space. She backed up until her ass was right up against me, prompting me to chuckle and grow hard again. I kissed her temple and wrapped my arms around her waist, my fingers gently pressing into her belly, considering whether or not to go lower.
She turned around in my arms, arching her back and neck to let the water wash out the shampoo. I stared at her pert little breasts, her nipples dark pink and stark against her pale skin. I lowered my head and sucked on one of them, her eyes opening a tiny bit to watch me while she rinsed. Before I could move to the next one, she finished rinsing her hair and straightened, leaning into me and gazing longingly into my eyes.
Her hands trailed up my arms, pausing to squeeze my triceps, then up around my shoulders and down to flatten against my pecs. She splayed her fingers across them and gently groped me. Squeeze, squeeze. I laughed softly as she smiled and slid her hands lower over the crest of each of my abs.
Instead of going lower, she slipped her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes, pressing herself against me. My hands closed around her ass as she leaned in and exhaled softly into my ear. “Just come inside me.”
“Uhhh, what?”
She pulled out of my arms, turned around, and planted her hands against the wall, looking at me over her shoulder. “Just do it. Fuck me again, but come inside me this time.”
I laughed, but my body responded eagerly at the thought. “Why would I do that?”
She lowered her eyelids, giving me her best seductive look. “Because you want to.” She licked her lips and continued, “Because I want you to.” She stuck her ass out farther until she could rub it up and down on my increasingly hard dick.
I don’t think so. But I still grabbed my penis and stroked it a bit, getting it ready to penetrate her again. “You know, it’s going to take a lot longer for me to come this time.”
She gave me another sultry look over her shoulder. “I’m counting on it.”
I chuckled, slipping my fingers into her hair and gently but firmly pulling her head back as I slid into her. Her moan filled my ears, the sound heavily amplified in the small space. I leaned into her so that her breasts and face were pressed up against the wall, though not painfully so.
Damn. Even though we’d just had sex, she still felt so tight. Maybe I wouldn’t last that much longer, after all.
I started slowly, teasing her by going almost completely out and then back in. I reached in front and fondled her breast, my hand pressing up against the wall as I pinned her in place.
“Faster, please,” she begged. I continued my slow pace. In...out...in...out...in...out. I wanted to draw out this pleasure between us, grow—
“Ian, please, please fuck me harder.”
Well. If she was going to ask so nicely.
I rammed into her, hard and deep, and her groan of approval filled me with satisfaction. I plunged into her, faster and faster, smiling at the hot moisture that was dripping down my leg. It was definitely from her and not from the water. She was so deliciously wet.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” With every two thrusts, Anna let out a “Fuck.” Like a sex metronome. I smirked and thrust harder.
I could feel the pleasure mounting, and I quickly had to decide—did I want to come inside of her or not? As if reading my mind, she growled, “You’d better fucking come inside me this time. I’ll take all the Plan B. Just. Don’t. Pull. Out.”
I leaned into her and murmured, “Wasn’t planning on it.” Even though I kind of had been.
She rubbed her clit with her fingers, frantic, her legs shaking uncontrollably. With one last hard thrust, my fist clenched in her hair, I cried out and unloaded myself inside of her. She groaned deep within, deep enough for me to feel, and her muscles quivered and clenched around me as she came. It was so deliciously intimate, so satisfying to feel the confirmation of what I’d done to her. Infinitely better than pulling out.
I kissed her hair and leaned into her, pressing my forehead against the back of her head. We were both breathing hard, quietly collecting ourselves after that explosion of pleasure. But after a moment, I realized that she was still shaking. It sounded like she was whimpering. I immediately pulled out of her and turned her around.
“Hey, are you okay?” She was crying. She sank down and sat on the floor of the shower. I turned off the water and retrieved the towel from behind the door, then wrapped it around her. “What’s wrong? Anna, tell me what’s wrong.”
Her sobs came harder, so I pulled her into my arms. She came willingly, crying for a few minutes longer until all I heard was the occasional sniffle.
“Anna. What’s going on?”
She looked me in the eyes and sniffed, wiping her nose on the towel. “That was...amazing.”
I was very confused. “Are you crying because the sex was...so good?”
She whimpered. “Partly. I think I’m just...tired. Emotional. And it’s been a long time since I last, you know...” She trailed off.
She hiccuped once, then was quiet. “It’s just been a long day,” she whispered. She glanced up at me, then looked down at her hands. “Thank you.”
I stroked her wet hair. “Of course,” I replied, though I honestly wasn’t sure what precisely she was thanking me for. She started to shiver,
