Bluff Called

It was now well past 11:00 while Sophia stood under the shower at Tomas' for the second time only this one included him in there with him.

As the warm water cascaded down their entwined bodies, Sophia felt Tomas's hands gently massaging her scalp, his fingers working out the knots and tangles from their earlier exertions. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the water and Tomas's touch conspired to relax her muscles. The sound of the shower created a soothing white noise, blocking out the rest of the world and leaving only the two of them, suspended in this intimate moment.

Tomas's hands drifted down to Sophia's shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the tender flesh as he worked out the tension. Sophia's head lolled forward, her chin dipping towards her chest as she let Tomas's ministrations wash over her.

Sophia turned around and began to lather his cock with slow movements while her other hand cleaned his balls and then worked its way to his ass, "Sophia if your not careful I am going to have to pin you to the wall of this shower."

Tomas's warning was laced with a low, husky undertone that sent a shiver down Sophia's spine. She smiled to herself, knowing that she was pushing him to the edge, and yet she couldn't help but tease him further. Her hand slid up and down his shaft, the soap suds creating a silky smooth surface that allowed her fingers to glide effortlessly. As she reached the head of his cock, she gave it a gentle squeeze, her thumb tracing the sensitive rim.

Tomas's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with intensity as he watched Sophia's hands work their magic.

"Do you think I am bluffing?" he taunted her as he pulled her closer.

As Tomas's words hung in the air, Sophia's eyes locked onto his, a spark of challenge igniting within their depths. She smiled, a slow, sultry curve of her lips, and continued to stroke his cock, her hand moving in a languid rhythm. The soap suds slid down his shaft, creating a glistening sheen that seemed to mesmerize Tomas, his gaze fixed on the spot where Sophia's hand met his flesh.

Tomas's chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate breath, his eyes never leaving Sophia's face. He took a step closer, his body crowding hers, and Sophia felt the warmth of his skin radiating towards her and she replied, "I was betting that you weren't" The air was thick with tension as Tomas's gaze seemed to bore into Sophia's very soul, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

Without breaking eye contact, Tomas reached out and gently grasped Sophia's wrist, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice. He pulled her hand away from his cock, his eyes never leaving hers, and Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine as he drew her closer. The water from the shower cascaded down around them, creating a misty veil that seemed to isolate them from the rest of the world.

Tomas's lips curled into a slow, sensual smile as he leaned in, his breath whispering against Sophia's ear, "I am going to make that pay off until you scream" and with that he picked her up and as her legs wrapped around his waist he impaled her on his cock and then she felt herself being pinned to the glass wall of the shower.