I love a good shower blowjob

I love standing, arms wrapped around you, in the stream of warm water. I love pressing against you, our bare skin caressed by the air.

I love washing you clean, rubbing my soapy hands all over your body - chest, back, ass, arms, cock. I love kissing you deeply, delaying the moment we both know is coming.

When I work my way down, your cock is already partially erect. I love taking your softness in my mouth, changing it from pliable to hard and straight.

The sounds you make are better than any thank you. The way you hold your body is a loud-and-clear compliment.

I fumble, distracted, to find my seat on the edge of the tub. I move the shower curtain so I don't sit on it and rip it off it's hangers. I don't care when I push it away too dramatically and I don't worry about the water I know must be dripping on the floor.

I keep you wet with my saliva. I move my mouth over and over your pink tan blue black purple mottled skin. Everything in you strains for that release and yet you hold back. I love how you want to make it last.

Finally, I can tell you are going to cum. Your body is ridged. Your moans intense. Your breathing is short and hard.

I love that moment when you cannot stop yourself, even if you wanted to. I love the gush of warm fluid that bathes my mouth. I love your grunts, your sounds of passion.

I love the urgency of maintaining motion, frantically sucking your cock, stimulating your balls with my hands as you cum. I love licking you clean when you are done filling my mouth. I love looking up at you, a vixen's smile on my face and in my eyes.

I love you.