Shower goodness... reposting from Vixen
Aug. 1st, 2009 03:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spritechanYesterday was great. So great. After I got off work, I came here to Steve's, where I've stayed all week. We went and got Pei Wei and visited Joe Waid at work. Then we cleaned up his house and watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall because he hadn't seen it yet. After it was over, it was around 10:00. We just hung out and were being cute. And then we noticed it was raining. Off to the front door we went, and it was raining pretty hard. He dragged me outside and baby-carried me down the driveway. It was SO cold and wet! My jeans were soaked. We chased each other around in the rain, splashing and screaming and kissing. His neighbors were sitting in their garage, watching the rain. Steve waved at them. Then we walked hand in hand back to his yard, where he wrestled me, shrieking, down into the grass, and proceeded to pull me around the yard by the bottoms of my jeans. Eventually I was able to get a hand in his jeans to pull him down too, because he is so much stronger than I am and there's almost no way for me to even joke that I can beat him when wrestling. We kissed some more and decided a shower was in the immediate future.
After struggling out of our plastered clothes, we hopped in the shower. We shower together often when we can, because showers are always more fun with another person there to wash your hair and soap your back. The water was so warm and refreshing, a stark contrast to the biting, cold rain. I had grass all over my lower back and ass from being pulled around the yard. He started kissing me, hard. Running his hands around my curves and through my hair. He pushed me roughly up against the wall of the shower, which is quite possibly one of the hottest things he can do. He held me by my shoulders and slightly lifted me off the ground, pushing against me. I let my hands explore him as well, as I love any sort of physical contact with him. He stopped me by lacing his fingers through mine and securing them high above my head, so I was helpless.
Before I knew what was happening he'd opened the shower door and was kissing and pushing me into the living room. He shoved me on the couch, and where we usually hit a short roadblock trying to get his formidable self inside me, the slickness of the shower water on my body allowed for immediate entry. Everything was amazing, and rough. While he is usually unintentionally rough because of his size, he was feeling very physical tonight. After awhile I suggested a change of scenery so we rolled over and I got on top, trying to match him. We had a giggly moment when I accidentally pulled out one of his lip rings and then dropped it on his chest.
One of the biggest turn-ons is watching him when I'm on top. It's not only a major ego-booster but just plain hot. Oh man. I leaned in and told him to grab me, which he complied to, squeezing and pulling me all over. Eventually he rolled us again and finished as hard as he could manage. Bah. AMAZING. And he has turned me into an extremely vocal person in bed, and of course the more I moan, the more turned on he is, and the harder he goes. It's a super great system we have. He makes me passionate again. He makes me feel alive.
We lay there panting and kissing for awhile before deciding to finish our shower. That was more standing there and hugging and just enjoying each other.
After struggling out of our plastered clothes, we hopped in the shower. We shower together often when we can, because showers are always more fun with another person there to wash your hair and soap your back. The water was so warm and refreshing, a stark contrast to the biting, cold rain. I had grass all over my lower back and ass from being pulled around the yard. He started kissing me, hard. Running his hands around my curves and through my hair. He pushed me roughly up against the wall of the shower, which is quite possibly one of the hottest things he can do. He held me by my shoulders and slightly lifted me off the ground, pushing against me. I let my hands explore him as well, as I love any sort of physical contact with him. He stopped me by lacing his fingers through mine and securing them high above my head, so I was helpless.
Before I knew what was happening he'd opened the shower door and was kissing and pushing me into the living room. He shoved me on the couch, and where we usually hit a short roadblock trying to get his formidable self inside me, the slickness of the shower water on my body allowed for immediate entry. Everything was amazing, and rough. While he is usually unintentionally rough because of his size, he was feeling very physical tonight. After awhile I suggested a change of scenery so we rolled over and I got on top, trying to match him. We had a giggly moment when I accidentally pulled out one of his lip rings and then dropped it on his chest.
One of the biggest turn-ons is watching him when I'm on top. It's not only a major ego-booster but just plain hot. Oh man. I leaned in and told him to grab me, which he complied to, squeezing and pulling me all over. Eventually he rolled us again and finished as hard as he could manage. Bah. AMAZING. And he has turned me into an extremely vocal person in bed, and of course the more I moan, the more turned on he is, and the harder he goes. It's a super great system we have. He makes me passionate again. He makes me feel alive.
We lay there panting and kissing for awhile before deciding to finish our shower. That was more standing there and hugging and just enjoying each other.
