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My breasts were apparently very dirty, so he spent a lot of time there. Before I could moan again, he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me. The sound went from my throat into his, reverberating between us. I laughed.

“Asher!” I said, regaining some composure. “We’re showering! You said we have things to do.”

“I did, didn’t I?” he said, coy.

His hands roamed lower, across my stomach. He pressed a finger into my belly button and tickled my side with his other hand.

“Stop it!” I laughed and playfully slapped at him.

Then, without warning, he pulled me closer. Spinning me around so my back was against his chest, latching his lips onto my neck, warm water from the shower spraying against my breasts and my stomach, he held me tight. All semblance of washing left us, with only the soap remaining to remind us of what we were supposed to be doing.

Asher slipped his hand between my thighs and rubbed at my clit. I staggered, but he stepped back and braced us against the rear of the shower so neither of us would fall.

“Just once more,” he said. “Please. I know we have important things to do, but just once more?”

I nodded. “It won’t take a lot,” I said. “I’m really horny today. I don’t know why.”

He didn’t reply, just sucked on my neck. His teeth bit lightly into my soft skin and his fingers pressed and stroked against my clit.

“Like that,” I said. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t, never. I closed my eyes and thought about him and what we’d just done on the bed, what we were doing now. Leaning my head back, I relaxed and let him take me. It was probably the shortest build up to orgasm I’d ever experienced.

The familiar feelings of climax bubbled up inside me and then burst out. I tensed, unfamiliar with the sensation of doing this while standing. “Now,” I said. “Now, don’t stop, please. Just, just lighter. Softer.”

He softened, but remained insistent, his fingers brushing against my clit. He held me up with his other hand and squeezed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I love watching you like this.”

“I want to, too. I…”

I was at a loss for words, swept up in pleasure. The rippling echoes of my climax shivered through me, delightful and sweet. When they lessened, calmed to a faint swell, I loosened Asher’s hands from me and slipped away from him. Getting to my knees, resting on the slippery floor of the tub, I gazed up at him, lovingly.

He never said a word, only looked down at me and smiled. He looked so sweet and caring and I wanted to kiss him, but I stopped myself. We were in a rush and I needed to make this quick, and after today maybe we could spend all the time we wanted adoring each other, but…

Better not to think about that since I wasn’t sure what would happen. I knew what was going on right now and that was it. Later, I hoped for a lot of things, but right now I had Asher and that was enough.

His manhood greeted me, jutting out from between his legs. I scooted forward and wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him. With the water helping me, my hand slid up and down his length easily. Asher watched me, eyes glazed and halfway shut and his mouth agape.

I stopped for a second and reached up, fumbling for the bottle of body wash. Asher didn’t say anything, didn’t complain. I squirted a little of the soap into my palm and mixed it between both hands, then grabbed his cock once more. This time, with the slipperiness of the soap, my hand glided across his shaft in quick, smooth motions.

“My God,” he said after the first few strokes. “That feels amazing.”

I was in control now. Asher was mine and mine alone. I relished the thought and quickened my hand movements.

“Cum for me,” I said. “I want you to. All over my chest.”

“Jessika!” Asher said, a gasp, shocked.

I laughed. “You told me to tell you what I want before, so I’m telling you.”

“Keep… keep going,” he said. “A little faster. If you keep that up it won’t take long.”

I stroked him with one hand and, in a fit of erotic genius, grabbed his balls in my other hand. I squeezed them and rolled them between my fingers, urging him towards climax. Asher didn’t disappoint me, either. He tensed and his cock swelled and three sticky, white jets of cum shot onto my neck and breasts. I laughed, watching him, and slowed my strokes. When he finished, I ran my fingers over my chest and played with his cream.

“My God, you’re insatiable,” he said. “That was amazing.”

I got up and smiled at him and pressed hard against him. “I love you.” I tried to remain serious, but it didn’t last for long before I giggled.