His Perspective: Her from behind

He got in, leading her by the hand. The water was pretty warm but not hot, exactly how he liked it. He dipped his head under the spray, letting the water run down his chest and legs, then turned to her.
She leaned forward and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around him, running them up his sides where his love-handles would have been, had he any. He'd opten not to have them, and to have a low bodyfat percentage. He could gain and lose wieght according to what he ate, something many of those in the Mainframe chose to avoid, but he could never top 13%. To a certain extent, he felt the need to fit in, not kill his chances of being one with the community, though he'd stepped away from it in recent weeks.
Her fingers ran across his skin, barely touching but still unignorable. He pressed his lips tighter to hers, dipping his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers. He reached down and firmly gripped her hips, pulling her closer.
Her right hand found its way between them, and she started to stroke his penis gently, trying to work it into an erection. He responded in turn, quickly getting hard in her hand.
She pulled her lips away from his, started to kiss his neck, then his shoulder.
He leaned his head back, enjoyng the attention, as she worked her way down to his chest, carefully biting at his nipples, then down to his stomach. He let his hands slide along her skin as she got down on her knees, licking her way from his navel to the base of his penis.
When she took him in her mouth, he held his breath for a second, caught up in the warmth that suddenly surrounded him. When he exhaled, the breath came out in a long groan.
She moved slowly at first, working him halfway down then pulling back until the head almost slipped from her lips, then taking him down again. His breathing grew heavier as each second passed.
He fought the urge to place his hands on her head. A girl he'd known some time ago had insisted that this was disrespectful, and he always found himself wondering if he should when faced with the impulse.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, griping them tightly enough to keep them planted. They wouldn't wander that way, he was sure.
She quickened her pace, humming slightly. The vibration seemed to move within him, arousing new sensations.
He groaned again, this time raising his hands to brush away the hair that had fallen on her cheeks.
She worked at him more vigorously, apparently driven by his responses. In a few seconds, he was near his end.
"I'm gonna cum, Babe," he muttered.
SHe drew her head back, keeping just head head in her mouth still, and waited. His body tensed, he let out a loud groan and let loose his semen in her mouth. She waited until he was finished, then pulled her head away and spat the semen onto the water as it ran toward the drain, then stood and leaned against him.
"There. Was that good?" She asked.
At that exact moment, all he could do was nod.