A long, slow fuck in the shower

With her hand wrapped around my prick (which has resumed its full throbbing length), Shoshannah looks speculatively at the shower stall’s built-in seat. “That might be big enough,” she muses. She tells me to sit down, then says, “I think this will work.” She arranges the showerhead so that it’s spraying me full-on, then straddles my lap on her knees with her hands locked around my neck. “It’s not ideal,” she murmurs, poising herself above my steel-hard pole; as she slowly impales herself on it, she finishes with a moan: “but it will let me get your cock in my pussy one last time.”

I wrap my arms around Shoshannah, gripping her ass firmly to help her feel as secure as possible. Her position has her succulent melons in my face, with rivulets of shower water flowing down them before running off their sides or over their eager buds. I bend my mouth to capture one and spend a while kissing it gently and teasing it with my tongue while she settles herself on my prick and begins to move. Any sort of vigorous up-and-down movement would be ill-advised, so she rocks and gyrates her hips, shimmying on my pole and rubbing her clit against me. I massage her ass cheeks and switch to the other breast, first licking and flicking its swollen bud with an open mouth, then closing my lips over it. Water flows over my face and gets into my nose as I slowly suckle her nipple and stroke it with my tongue. “Suck my tits, baby,” she moans softly. “Love my big girls. Make love to my body. Feel how much my little pussy loves your big, thick cock. Feel how wet I am for you. Feel how much I want you. Mmmmmmm, Andrew, make love to me.”

There’s not much more I can do physically to respond to that. I look up at Shoshannah, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, and say, “Always, love. Always.” She moans in pleasure as I recapture her nipple and suckle it harder and deeper, though still slowly. I can feel the shower spraying us and the water flowing down our interlocked bodies as her cunt flows back and forth over my cock with her movements. We’ve both come enough times tonight, and we’re both tired enough, that our pleasure builds slowly; this is less about cumming than it is about enjoying the fusion of our bodies. It’s less about the climax than the climb.

For the second time tonight, our lovemaking is slow and dreamlike and quietly intense. I hold Shoshannah as she rocks and gyrates in my lap, feeling her ass muscles flex beneath my fingers. She kisses my hair and murmurs my name as I lick and suck her nipples; when I crane my head back for a kiss, our lips meet langorously and sensuously while our tongues try to seduce each other. After some time, she throws her head back and moans, “I’m so close, baby, so close . . . cum with me, lover, cum in my hot little pussy. Let me feel your cream. Let me feel you with me.”

“I’m all yours, love,” I moan into her full breast, and let go. My climax floods me like the ocean, deep and powerful and vast, and my balls unload into her molten core, emptying themselves in one last fountain of ecstasy. When she feels me cum, Shoshannah tosses her head and cries out softly in tones of pleasure and deep satisfaction. Her orgasm is the longest of the night; I pull her ass hard into me as her body undulates in my lap and her cunt pulses and spasms around my cock.

Shoshannah clings to me long after her climax has passed, kissing all over my head. Eventually, we separate and rinse off one last time. We take our time drying each other off, our movements languid in a sleepy afterglow. When we part in the hallway, Shoshannah kisses me tenderly and says, “I love you, Andrew.”

“I love you too, Shoshannah,” I reply. “Sleep well, and dream of me.”

She blushes and says quietly, “Oh, I will.”