Take you to the shower

Tristan lowers his head down next to your ear. You feel a couple of soft kisses up the side of your neck, ending in some nibbling on your ear. A gentle inhale, and then,

"How about a shower?"

You nod your head silently. He sighs his approval and rolls over to the edge of the bed. You move up behind him and wrap your arms around him. Mirroring his actions earlier, you run a trail of kisses from the top of his shoulder to the base of his neck. He sighs and rolls his head away to expose his neck to you. Without further invitation, you work your way lovingly up his neck. As you progress up, your hand on the other side moves around and down. Lips touch ear, hand grasps shaft. You nibble and suckle on his ear in tune with your strokes.

Up. Down. Nibble.

Up. Down. Lick.

Up. Down. Kiss.

"Cristina," Tristan sighs, "you're convincing me to stay here," he breathes out between your rhythmic motions. A low rumble of thunder fills the silence before you can respond.

"Off to the shower we go," you reply after the thunder subsides. With a quick kiss to his cheek and a couple more pumps on his shaft, you move around him to get off the bed. You pause and look at him. "We should be in the shower before we make a mess, don't you agree," you imply with a smirk.

"Ha," he says in agreement.

You get up from the bed and begin to walk to the balcony door. Slowly, deliberately. Each step intentional, with a slight exaggeration to swing your hips. Quite a silhouette for you to admire, you think to yourself. Strong hands grasping your ass confirms that. You step forward after opening the door, placing a hand in one of his now empty ones. In the dark, you navigate the short distance to the outdoor shower. Erotic tension permeates the air, accented by occasional deep rumbles of thunder.

You get to work turning on the shower as hands explore your back. You find a nice temperature as hands explore your sides. You step forward into the warm stream as hands explore your front. A breast in each hand, Tristan steps forward with you and presses himself against your back. The arousing feeling of his rod pressed against you, and his hands massaging your breasts causes you to lean back on him for support. With ease, he holds you, giving your breasts a thorough caress. For a moment you feel one hand leave, but with eyes closed in the shower you can't tell where it's going. He rotates you both so the shower sprays his back, and you feel the other hand return. Lubricated by soap this time, his hands take turns lathering your breasts completely. Thunder punctuates his motions, as well as the occasional throbs of his cock behind you.

"Do you think we should get out? I haven't seen lightning yet, but that thunder,"

"No," Tristan interjects, "that's just Zeus himself coming to watch the show. And can you blame him? With a goddess like this in front of me?"

You nuzzle back against him more and close your eyes again to focus on Tristan's hands. Down your tummy they go, a soapy trail in their wake. They spend some time rubbing your core and sides, making their way up beneath your arms, and inevitably back to your breasts.

"You're far more thorough washing these than I am," you comment as you bring your hands up to rest on his as they continue their work.

"My goddess' breasts must be worshipped, after all. Certainly you'd agree?"

"Yes, but now rinse your goddess off," you reply. You maneuver yourself back into the shower's jet. Turing your upper body back so that Tristan can watch the show, you see him slowly stroking himself. You gasp in mock surprise, and finish the rinse. Standing in front of him again, you raise your mouth up to his ear.

"Time for me to worship a bit," you trail off as you squat down in front of Tristan. In true role-reversal, soap finds its way into your hands and onto his member. Long strokes help the soap spread, and tender squeezes help cover his balls. Your hands apply and reapply soap all over his manhood. Regular moans and repeated mentions of your name tell you the cleaning is effective. After a minute of thorough cleaning, you guide him into the water to rinse him off.

The sky flashes with light, though no thunder accompanies it. Time for your show, Zeus, you muse to yourself. You wrap a hand around the base of Tristan and angle his tip down towards your mouth. Gently parted lips meet his tip, which gradually opens your mouth more. You give his tip some attention at first, bobbing back and forth. You take your time, letting Tristan appreciate the focus you give to one of his most sensitive areas.

Careful to break the rhythm occasionally, you cycle between sucking just the head, massaging his balls, licking up and down his cock, and trying to take more of his length down.

"Oh Cristina, you know how to make me feel so good," he gasps. You hum your agreement while you have half of his length in your mouth. Slowly, you back out until just the tip is in your mouth once again. Your tongue dances over him.

Another bright flash illuminates your environment for just a moment. You see the combined shadow of your muscular man being pleased by your feminine form, and you're aroused. Tristan begins to tense. You've pleased each other so many times that you don't need to let one another know that climax is near. You deftly pull him out of your mouth. A final run up and down the length of his shaft as you continue to pump him. You aim him towards your chest, and he releases onto you. The first shot lands squarely between your breasts, while the following ones don't have nearly the same energy. You continue to work him until he pulls away, a hair-thin trail of cum between the head of his cock and your hand.

"And all over my just-cleaned breasts," you say after standing up with a faux pouting expression.

"I would've gotten them a lot messier if you hadn't been keeping me so dry recently," Tristan chuckles in response, "Besides, I'm happy to clean them again." He leans in for a kiss, which you reciprocate.

"Good. You will clean them again, along with the rest of me, and I will continue to keep you dry. By the time we're both washed up, you should be ready to please me again," you inform him.

You finish washing each other completely. After plenty of inappropriate drying off, you find yourselves in a loving embrace on the bed once again.

"Thank you for that Cristina. I always appreciate it when you take the time to do that for me," he says with a nuzzle against you.

You guide his head back up, and answer him with a deep kiss.