His Perspective: her on her knees

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.
Her already near, he lifted one hand to caress a breast, cupping it and rubbing it from underneath while the other hand slipped down between her legs, probing for her vagina.
"Wait," she insists. "I'm not ready to be poked at just yet. Give it a minute."
John concedes, thinking, 'Would a girl born into the system need to be warmed up?'
He doubted it, but no philosophical question was going to hold his interest just then. They kised for a few minutes, his hands working her body over, groping and stroking whatever they could find of interest.
"okay," she whispered, between kisses. "Go ahead, now."
On command, he dropped one hand to her vaginal opening and began rubbing along the slit there. She let out a gasp as his fingers first touched her, then another one as the tips penetrated her, sinking in to the second knuckle before he withdrew them again.
Steady strokes, he pressed them in and out for a minute or so, the rhthm of his fingers being match by that of her hand on his penis.
"Okay," she said, letting go of his penis and pushing his hand from her crotch. John looked at her, surprised. She turned and face the shower wall, pressing her butt out behind her, arching her back.
"Do me from behind," she said, looking back over her shoulder at him, grinning.
He smiled, stepping up behind her and taking his penis into his hand, reaching beneath her and pressing the tip into her. She gasped again, then moaned as he pressed as deeply into her as he could from that angle and began to slowly pump in and out of her. He took a strong hold on her hips, using them to pull her back to meet him halfway, an act she helped him with by rocking her weight forward and backward in time with his thrusts. Soon, he was pounding into her full ****, the shower being filled with the slapping sounds of his skin striking hers. She was moaning lodly, gasping for breath here and there, asking him to go faster.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been behind her, or what she was saying to him. He was nearing climax, trying to put it off but knowing in advance he would not be successful.
"I'm gonna'...I'm gonna..." He spat, unable to finish the sentence.
"Wha...?" She asked, then his meaning sank in. "Oh! Not inside me, pull it out..."
He continued to thrust into her until a second before, then he withdrew, gripping his member in one hand and stroking it as he came. He didn't see where any of it landed; his head was tilted back, his eyes closed as he sighed, satiated.
When he opened them, she was facing him, leaning back against the shower wall, smiling at him.
"Did I get any on you?" He asked.
She shook her head. "Nope, just made a mess on the shower floor."
She giggled. "Had fun?"
He nodded.
She stepped toward him, kised him long on the mouth, then said, "I'll see you later, sweetie" and exited the shower.
He showered up, taking his time, then got out of the shower and headed back into his bedroom to dress. Andrea was long gone by then.
After he dressed, he sat down on the bed, wondering what he should do next.