The Kiss!

The kiss lingered, our tongues tangling as water streamed down our joined bodies, her cock pulsing hot in my hand. I broke away just enough to press my body flush against Tommie's, chest to chest, hips grinding together so our cocks trapped between us, sliding with slick pressure.

Her length dwarfed mine, the heat of it throbbing against my abdomen, while mine nudged her thigh. I could feel every inch of her—soft breasts flattening against me, nipples scraping my skin, her breath hitching as I shifted my weight to pin her gently to the tiled wall.

My fingers wrapped around her cock's length firmly, tracing from the thick base up to the swollen head, feeling the veins pulse under my touch. She was so responsive, her hips bucking forward instinctively, seeking more friction. Precum leaked steadily, mixing with the water, making my strokes glide easier, teasing her with deliberate slowness.

'Shh, Tommie,' I whispered, my lips brushing her ear, voice low and commanding yet tender. 'Relax into me. Trust this—trust us. I've wanted to hold you like this for so long, to make you feel good, safe.' My free hand cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheek, blending the dominance with the emotional support she'd leaned on me for, our friendship deepening into this intimate claim.