More Than I Wanted(15)

His kiss was sweet, and standing in the water we enjoyed the intimacy of the moment. I don’t think I’ve enjoyed kissing someone more. He did something to my heart and mind, leaving me breathless and happier than I ever remember being.

Austin reached over and took the soap from my hand, slowly bringing the bar to my chest. He drew small, lazy circles around each breast. The steam from the hot water left tiny bits of mist in the air. Closing my eyes, I saw nothing but darkness, drifting along in the sensation he offered.

The smell of the soap played in the air as he lathered my body. It was a springtime fresh scent, and right now it was heavenly, combined with each stroke across my skin, accompanied by Austin’s hand. My head felt dizzy in the most delicious way, enjoying his caresses.

Placing the bar of soap back in its holder, he rubbed his body against mine, spreading the lather between us. Pressing against him, grinding, I was highly aroused. Sliding together, we played with the slippery feel of the soap and our slick bodies.

I turned so he could take a turn under the shower spray, and ran my hands across him, helping push the suds down, letting water and gravity do the rest. The small bubbles spilled down the length of his legs, and then spun around the drain before disappearing.

Austin’s fingers were tight on my ass cheek, groping and squeezing me. With a playful spank, he paddled my rear. Laughing, I squealed and told him to stop, but he continued on, lightly spanking my ass. Each new slap across my fleshy cheek brought out an arousal that I wasn’t expecting. The sound bounced around the tiled wall. I was getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment, and soon my hips started to grind on their own in a slow and steady rhythm.

“Mmm, looks like somebody likes this,” he said, lowering his head to my breast. Teasing me, he paddled my bottom lightly, while suckling my nipple. “It’s my lucky day, I’ve found a secret little desire.”

Light moans escaped my lips and echoed through the tiled room. Austin turned me to the wall, and pressed me tightly against it. Our kisses grew more heated, and hands roamed. I could feel his hardness swell against my hip and wanted to feel him inside of me.

The water sprayed over and around us, and in those next few moments, I was lost in our kisses, feeling his soft, sweet lips pressed to mine. Our tongues explored one another. I gently sucked and nibbled his lip, and then got lost in a passionate kiss once again.

Lifting my thigh, he slid into me, and together we bonded intimately. Groans and whispers bounced around the tiled walls, and as we finished, moans of pleasure filled the room.

Cleaning up yet again, we finally turned the water off and reached for towels. Drying off, I headed to the bedroom, “I’m thinking pancakes,” I called over my shoulder.

Austin stood drying his body. Tossing his towel over the rack, he grabbed his toothbrush. “Sounds good,” he said, his mouth full of foam, as he brushed vigorously.

Tossing on a t-shirt and panties, I padded into the kitchen to start breakfast. I was famished between my run and our shower encounter, and was ready for some food.

I should have known he’d start trouble as soon as he saw the pancake spatula. “Stop that,” I said hopping around, as he swatted at my bottom. We were laughing, and when I finally finagled the spatula back, I was able to flip the pancakes before they burned. “Great, now I’m flipping breakfast with a dirty spatula,” I pouted.

“You’re clean. You just got a shower, and your panties are fresh from the wash,” he winked. “I think you like that. I could totally see us adding a little extra sensual spanking to our escapades.”

I smiled, pretended to be offended, and then broke, “Sure, twist my arm,” I teased. “What can I say; the girl likes her bottom pink sometimes.” Austin came in and was groping me. “How am I going to get this stuff done? Sit down at the table,” I pointed. “Let me finish here.”

“Fine,” he playfully pouted, “if I must.”

Serving up breakfast, I grabbed the syrup and butter and joined him.

Sitting across from Austin while finishing my pancakes, I smiled watching him eat. I was in love, and there was no denying it.





Chapter 9





Austin was making plans, with less than a year to go, he’d be out of the military. He was hoping to go back to school and start a new career. While the idea of psychology appealed to him, he wanted the stability of having a trade, and was thinking more along the path of electrician or heating and cooling, knowing there’s always work. He even thought about starting his own business over time. With four years in the army, his ideas of what he wanted had changed over time. He’d have four years of inactive reserve to account for, but he was hoping his time was coming to an end. Many of his friends re enlisted, but he knew a military career wasn’t for him.