The steady, hot pulse of the water tingles on the skin, awakening every cell. It’s a counterpoint to the smoothness of your skin, your body in my rough workman’s hands. I lather the sponge and scrub your back, then turn you roughly to face me. I watch the water flow across your shoulders and down your breasts. More lather, more scrubbing, beginning at your neck and working my way down, slowly, carefully, methodically: shoulders, breasts. I pull one nipple with my fingers, pull the other into my mouth for a moment and bite down just to feel you shudder. I move the sponge around, raise your arm and scrub your side, then the other arm and the other side.

“Leave your arms up,” I tell you. And you do, because you are curious and eager to please.

My journey with the sponge, with the lather, with my fingers, continues: under your breasts, across your belly, down between your legs. I graze and feel your body tense, expecting more, hoping for more, but I scrub down one leg and back up the other before turning you around again, pushing you forward to brace your hands against the wall so the water cascades down your back.
I scrub your back again, the sponge rough and hard against your ass, gentler — for now — when I push it between your legs to scrub your labia, your sex, and elicit your soft moan. You begin to rock your hips back and forth, forward and back, along the sponge. A sharp slap on your left ass-cheek stops you. Another, harder, and then hard again on the right cheek. My voice in your ear.

“Don’t move. Don’t move a muscle until I say, or I’ll stop.”

I spread your feet apart, and apply soap directly to your back. My hand glides down, slipping, sliding, teasing your anus and riding between your labia, teasing your clitoris. My other hand grips your shoulder, then massages its way around to your breast, my thumb and forefinger gripping and twisting your nipple. I feel the tension building in your body, the expectation, the linkage between nipple and breast and clitoris and ass, all connected in an erotic line that says, “Claim me.”

You are wet now, getting wetter. My finger thrusts into your cunt, tip grazing your G-spot, my thumb circling your anus. My grip on your nipple tightens. You push back, despite my earlier warning, so that my thumb disappears from view.

I withdraw my hand and spank you, even harder this time. I spread the shower gel directly, then push my hard cock deep into your ass, my two hands working in tandem on your clit, your nipple, your breasts. I watch the water. I hear you cry out.

We sit on the shower floor, letting the hot water run over us and wash away our sins, our pleasure. I am already thinking ahead, picturing the shower hitting your back with you on your knees, my hands on your breasts while you swallow all I have.