The coolness of the marble vanity which pressed against her buttocks blended with the heat of his breath against her neck, creating a dichotomy of sensations that enveloped her with unmitigating ferocity. It injected into her spine a river of tingling electricity that tumbled over nerve endings before waterfalling into her most intimate areas with a thunderous crash.
He was leaning over and into her now, and as his muscled body bridged the last few inches that separated them, her legs reliquished their last vestiges of feigned willpower and spread open, accepting him eagerly, without restraint. She leaned back, her shoulders touching the glass of the mirror, which was now opaque from the steam in the room, and braced her trembling body against the flat vanity top with her hands. Her spread legs wrapped themselves around his back and pulled him inexorably closer, unconciously trying to pull him deeply into her and complete their expectant union. Their angle, however, prevented this immediate satisfaction, and his manhood instead buried itself vertically between the impatient swollen folds of her womanhood. She held him tautly there with her legs, and pierced his eyes with her unflinching gaze. Locked together like this, his searing heat and throbbing pulse transferred to her like the merciless beatings of a percussionist, his felt-covered timpani mallet beating the stretched, taught skin of the drum, sending shock waves reverberating unhindered through her body. They traveled through her womanhood, involuntarily clenching her already-tight abs, and played her rib cage like a xylophone before gripping her thundering heart, which bludgeoned her in glorious synchronicity with his searing, swollen pulse. Without separation of their bodies, their sex, or their eyes, his hands grabbed her ass and lifted her from the vanity, her hands moving from the countertop to wrap themselves securely around his neck. She felt now like she was floating in a sea of swirling mist, the heat lamp in the room barely penetrating the thick hot vapor, like a sun lost in a thick fog. She was suspended weightless in a dream that threatened to end with a sudden startling awake—and she didn't want this dream to end. Their lips once again melted together in unbridled exploration. Her senses were so lost in pleasure, feeling his tongue, his lips, his skin, the heat of his pulsing manhood, that she didn't even feel him move to the shower, and didn't hear him open the glass door. Bound in a glorious union, they stepped inside, wrapped together, and the warm tingle of gentle water caressed the back of her neck, the drops running down the valleys on both sides of her spine, causing her goosebumps to rise even more, if that were possible. He closed the shower door. This is heaven on earth. Us, together, alone, finally. The water that traced both sides of her spine rejoined at at the bottom of her perfect back and trickled teasingly between the cheeks of her shapely ass, which were spread open by his large hands. She immersed herself fully in the sensations... the water lapping at her anal rosebud and continuing lower, the water's surface tension forcing it to cling to her body rather than falling to the floor as gravity would otherwise mandate. Her skin, already in a state of elevated awareness, recorded the particulars of every drop's meanderings and sent hurried messages to her synapses, which struggled to cope with the flood of messages that barraged her already swamped consciousness. She finally yielded, and stopped trying to cope with the messages, and instead just let them wash over her, just like the water and his heat. Her eyes had, til now, been continuously locked on his, but the visual stimuli in combination with the physical were now too much--she needed to focus solely on the feelings now. Her eyes closed as she laid her head against his wet shoulder, her face facing his neck, feeling the roughness of his unshaved skin. With attention now focused exclusively on her sense of touch, she perceived the water continuing further, filling the valley between the walls of her sex, lapping at and circling around her vagina. Focused on that sensation, she could (and did) imagine his finger touching her there... or his tongue... either or both would be delicious, she thought. Though his manhood was still firmly placed between her legs and lips, she sensed the water continue its steady advance between her skin and his, being pushed along by the warm ribbon that continued to pour from her back, thus exiting from the inverted bowl of the entrance to her sex and spilling over the far lip to continue its journey, where it found and intimately fondled her clitoris. Around and around this sweet spot the warm water swirled, and her breath quickened, then stopped. The feeling threatened to overwhelm her, and she escaped the held breath into a sigh in his ear before turning her head downward and burying her open mouth on the top of his shoulder, groaning deep into his soul. Though she denied where it might lead her, she felt the crescendo within her germinating, and her focus on the sensations consuming her led her into a trance-like state. He knew, even if she did not, where she was headed—-he could feel the anticipatory release quivering in her. The water knew, too, and continued unabated to persuade her culmination. The tremors that instantly consumed her came without further warning, starting deep inside her womanhood, radiating outwards and through her, washing over her, coursing through the very core of her being. After a seeming eternity of blissful waves of pleasure, as the last ripples washed over her, the water finally realized that it had reached its objective, and it let loose its gentle but almost painful grip on her clit and cascaded backwards, away from her tenderness, letting her go gently, and then dribbled away to the floor of the shower. As she floated back to the surface, she became aware that she was biting his shoulder. She raised her head, saw the teeth marks, and started to utter an apology, but was halted when his finger touched her lips with a gentle sssssshhhh and a knowing smile. He reached behind him and helped her release her now-cramped legs, and lowered her gently to the warm shower floor, the bullets of her nipples catching lightly on his, too, before snapping over them deliciously as she slid slowly down his body. She had not the strength in her legs to support her own weight, so she leaned against his body, nestled in the crook of his arm, which was now stretched around her back, as he turned and leaned against the wall, both of them content in the afterglow of the unexpected but fantastically glorious climax she—they—had shared. In need of further respite, her weakened legs buckled slightly, and with her arms wrapped around his torso, she lowered herself to her knees. He considered joining her on the floor of the shower, enjoying the warm waterfall from above, but she sensed his movement and stopped it with a firmly implanted flat hand against his rock hard stomach, pinning him to the tile shower wall.