I awoke to the sound of her mumbling in her sleep. I lay still, eyes adjusting to the bright morning, and enjoyed the warmth of her still-naked body next to mine. The steady rise and fall of her chest, the soft sound of her breathing, it was almost enough to soothe me back to sleep. I considered waking her, pulling her into my arms and holding her against me, but she looked too peaceful, too serene. Instead, I opted to leave her be.

I slipped from the sheets and carefully lifted myself from the bed, ensuring I made as little noise as possible. As I stood, I looked back at her, noticing that my movement had disturbed the sheets around her. I found myself captivating, staring openly at her exposed upper body, taking in the ridges of her collarbone, her slender, toned shoulders and arms. The smooth soft skin of her breasts, rising and falling almost hypnotically. Her pert pink nipples, so perfectly placed as if to be screaming out to be kissed, be licked..

My mind wandered, and my cock began to throb and stiffen. I thought again of waking her up and pulling her close to me, but this time the thoughts were much more lustful, stemming from a more baser instinct. Still, I resolved to let her sleep, allowing myself to place a kiss on her forehead as I brought the sheets back around her shoulders. Another sleepy incoherent mumbling, this time with a contented smile on her face. I smiled broadly as I left the room, my heart warming at the sight of her resting peacefully.

Stepping into the bathroom, I slung a towel over the shower window and turned on the water, allowing it to heat up. As I waited, I caught a glance at my reflection in the mirror, and turned to examine it more closely. The pale skin of my upper chest was covered in long red scratches, drawn down from my collarbone to my stomach. Turning, I noticed the same scratches on my back, this time deeper, longer and a multitude more. I smiled and chuckled to myself as I reminisced the looks on her face the night before as she had inflicted each one. Some were purposeful teases, drawing her nails down my skin slowly to incite my passion. Others were involuntary, her hands clawing at my skin and pulling tightly in the midst of her own pleasure. Each mark was a battle scar, and a badge of honor.

I removed the last of my clothing and stepped into the shower, sighing to myself as the hot water washed over my skin. The marks stung slightly, reminding me of the sharp pain I had felt when her nails dug into me. She knew I enjoyed it, and she made sure to mark my skin each time we were together.

The steam rose around me, and I began to hum to myself as I washed. I faced the stream, allowing the hot water to cascade down my face and over my chest. Suddenly, I felt a breeze of cold air against my back. Before I had time to comprehend this fully, I felt her hands slide over my back and onto my shoulders, draping her arms over my chest and pressing her chest into my back. Completely silently and unbeknownst to me, she had managed to sneak into the bathroom, open the shower door, and slip in behind me. She giggled softly as I tensed and spun my head around. I looked down and saw her looking up at me, a playful grin on her face and wide, innocent eyes. Almost immediately, I melted, and began to laugh myself.

“You're quite the sneaky one, you know that?” I laughed, as I turned to face her. “Did you come to join me, or should I hop out?”.

She quickly shook her head. “Oh no, I think you can stay”. Her smile colored her words with an almost deviant humor, and I was unable to leave even if I had any desire to do so. She shivered in an exaggerated fashion, and motioned towards the falling water. I quickly stepped aside, allowing her to warm her body under the hot water.

I leaned against the shower wall, the tiles cool on my back as she purred like a kitten in the spray. She ran her hands down her arms, across her shoulders, down her legs and back up again. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was putting on a show for me. The hot water splashed against her chest and cascaded down her body. I took in the sight of her naked body for the second time today, and I again felt that familiar tingle. Instinctively, I reached between my legs and idly squeezed my cock as it began to harden.

She noticed my eyes travelling across her bare form, and the subtle ministrations of my hand between my legs, and she knew her performance was working exactly as she intended. Her hands moved to her breasts, and she locked eyes with me as she gently squeezed and massaged them, taking her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinching slightly. This elicited a small moan from her, which resulted in the same reaction from me as a lightning bolt of pleasure ran through my core, causing my cock to twitch in my hand.

She stepped closer to me now, resting her thighs against mine. As she leaned in, my now-stiff cock pressed against her wet stomach, and even through the warmth of the shower, the heat against her skin made her coo softly. I just leaned back and smiled at her, allowing her to decide what was to happen next, for now. She smiled back and leaned in for a kiss, letting her lips graze mine ever so slightly. As I instinctively leaned forward to meet her kiss, she backed away, shaking her head firmly.

I laughed in disbelief, but resigned myself, leaning back against the wall and meeting her gaze expectantly. Again she leaned in, slower than before, and began to kiss her way across my chin and over my jawline, up towards my ear. Her body pressed in closer against mine as she did, her nipples now pressed hard against my chest. As her kisses drew higher, I turned my head to assist her, and she eagerly responded by kissing her way up to my ear – eliciting a low moan of pleasure unbidden from my lips. Clearly sensing that she was beginning to gain control of the situation, she took full advantage of it.

She kissed her way back down along my jaw, and once again raised her lips to mine. This time, she allowed me a deep, passionate kiss. Our lips pressed together insistently, and I was eager to taste her, to feel her tongue against mine. My hands went to her hips, and she did not stop them. Indeed, she willingly complied when I pulled her hips closer to me, gasping slightly into my mouth. As we finally separated, I felt her lips linger a little longer on mine, only to feel the sharp pain of her teeth descending on my lower lip. She clamped down and pulled away slowly, dragging her teeth across my already-sensitive lip. I shuddered visibly, waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and as her teeth finally slipped away, I moaned loudly, struggling to regain my senses as she grinned at me coyly.

She stepped back under the flow of the hot water, her body darting away from mine. I gaped at her open-mouthed, my lower lip still throbbing from the feel of her bite down upon it. She knew my weaknesses, knew how much this made me want her. Still, she stood back, eyeing me up and down mischievously. Her gaze lingered between my legs, and I followed her eyes to see my cock fully hard, now no longer pressed against her.

“Was that...me?” she asked as her eyes went wide, her mock display of innocence a display of eroticism in and of itself. I could only pant and nod in response, my body still recovering from the teasing it had received so far. “Oh my, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?”, she adopted a more sensuous, seductive voice this time, sending familiar chills down my spine. She reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft, simply gripping and squeezing as she observed my reactions.

As I felt her hand wrap around me, I melted. Her boldness to slip into the shower behind me was simply the beginning, the catalyst. Her teasing to this point had worked me into a state, and from her first touch my resolve melted away. I groaned her name as she began to stroke me, her eyes wide and fixated upon my cock. I mustered all of my strength simply to not lose my footing, and pressed myself harder against the cold tiles, the sensations almost too much to bear. Her pace increased, and a wry smile spread across her face. She clearly knew I was under her spell, and she could do anything and everything she wanted.

“You know”, she said, leaning close, “I haven't had breakfast yet this morning. And I am quite hungry..”

With that, she lowered herself to her knees in front of me. Still with my cock in her hand, she looked up at me, making sure my eyes were glued to hers, as she opened her lips wide and slipped the head of my cock into her mouth. Her lips closed around it, and I felt her tongue lash out and slide hungrily across it. I threw my head back, almost crashing into the wall, and cried out loudly, every muscle in my body tensing, every nerve ending exploding in pleasure. Spots appeared in my vision, and I could do no more than gasp and grunt as her head began to bob, sliding more of my shaft between her full red lips.

I managed to look down again, and admire her beauty and radiance even during such a deviant activity. The water struck her back and cascaded down, flowing off the curve of her hips and down over her round, toned ass. Her eyes were now lowered to the task at hand, and her head bobbed back and forth with a steady rhythm. One hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking it each time she lifted her head to the tip. I craned my neck to determine where her other hand was. Her body rocked back and forth slightly with every motion, and I thought I could catch glimpses of her hand disappearing between her legs, fingers circling feverishly over her clit. This was further confirmed by her beginning to moan against my cock, the vibrations nearly doubling me over in pleasure.

My hands instinctively moved to the back of her head, and I held desperately to her wet, tangled hair, as if were I to let go, I would float away. Almost my instinct, my grip on her head tightened, and my hips began to move of her own accord. Always eager to be compliant, she simply opened her mouth wider and pressed her head against my hands, encouraging me to continue. Her hand released the base of my cock and fell to her side limply. Again, she raised her eyes and made sure to catch my gaze, locking eyes with me as I began to gently thrust into her open mouth.

I held her head in place carefully but firmly, allowing her to adjust with each stroke, slowly growing deeper and faster each time.

Her own moans began to grow with each thrust, but whether this was from her own playful ministrations between her legs or from my cock sliding across her eager tongue, I could never know. Before long, I had built up a steady pace, and my grunts and groans fell in time with each thrust of my hips. Her tongue massaged the underside of my cock, her warm and wet mouth encircling me each time; it was almost enough to push me over the edge.

Deep down, however, I knew that I had to have her this morning. I'd known from the first minute I had seen her bare flesh in my bed. She had an innate ability to awaken a desire deep within him, one that he was almost unable to suppress or control. I knew that this would only end with me inside of her, and it pleased me that she knew it, too. I drew myself out, leaving the head of my cock resting just out of reach of her lips. She looked up at me expectantly, almost pleadingly, and I simply tapped her on the shoulder and motioned my head towards the shower door.

She sprang to her feet, seeming more eager than me. I reached past her and turned off the water, both of us bounding from the shower towards the bathroom counter. The steam swirled around us the morning chill creeping in, however neither her nor I seemed to notice it for a second. As she skipped towards the counter, I couldn't help but admire her back, water dripping from her shoulder blades and down the small of her back. Her round, firm ass presented in front of me was almost too much to resist.

Thankfully, at that moment she placed her hands on the counter, lifted herself atop it, and turned to face me. For a moment, that same coy, almost shy look crossed her face, but it was hard to maintain when she sat naked and spread-legged in front of me. Were I not in a lust-fuelled haze by this stage, I would have taken time to admire her pose – her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her lower lip caught behind her teeth, her eyes burning bright with desire, her hand resting on her inner thigh, as if to draw my eyes to the wetness between her legs. In the state that I was in, however, I was unable to hold back any longer. I stepped to her, between her legs, and hooked my arms under her knees.

Almost too forcefully, I pulled her forward. She gasped slightly, and came to rest at the edge of the counter, head leaning back against the mirror, knees dangling from the edge. Without pretence or build up, I threw myself forward and buried my head in her lap, kissing and lapping at her inner thighs hungrily. She squealed in surprise and quickly spread her legs further, allowing me the access I so badly desired. My insistent kisses drew further up her thighs, drawing ever closer to her lips. She arched her back and pleaded me to continue, her hand cradling the back of my head.

Even if I had any desire to tease or prolong her suffering, I was in no mindset to do so. I wanted her badly, and I wanted her immediately. My tongue finally brushed her outer lips, and I tasted her arousal for the first time today. Like nectar from the gods , I thought to myself, in a moment of lust-fuelled lunacy, and I felt myself grow ravenous for more.

Her hands intertwined with the hair on the back of my head, and she squeezed tightly as I centred my head between her legs, running the flat of my tongue across her lips from bottom to top. I allowed the tip of my tongue to find her clit and linger, circling slowly as her body bucked and tensed. Her taste was intoxicating, and my only conscious thought was for more. I found her opening and pressed my tongue inside her, exploring her deeply.

My nose pressed against her clit once again, and with every movement of my head, her thighs twitched and her moans intensified. My lips and chin became soaked in her juices as my tongue probed deeper inside of her, her hips rocking gently up and down to match the bobbing of my head. Her thighs clamped tightly around my neck, and I could barely hear her moans and cries any further. I continued to savor her taste, savor each movement of her body, each tensing of her muscles. She began to cry out something over and over again, high-pitched and insistent. Finally, I was able to hear and make out what she was saying.

“Please, fuck me”. Again and again, she cried out. “Please, fuck me”.

I lifted my head from between her legs and struggled to wrest myself free. Rising to a standing position, I looked down at her, legs still spread wide, gasping and panting, sucking in ragged breaths, wide-eyed and frenzied. I slowly licked my lips, lifting my hand to my chin and drawing all of her juices to my mouth. I made a show of it, demonstrating just how much I craved her taste. She moaned again, and repeated herself in a hoarse, lust-soaked voice.

“Fuck me”.

No please this time, but I was in no place to stress on manners at a time like this. Taking my cock in hand, I guided myself between her legs. For a moment, I simply rested the head of my cock against her wetness, pressing gently against her, but not quite enough to allow myself to slip inside. She whined impatiently and batted her arms without effect. Suddenly, wordlessly, without warning, I leaned closer, and felt the head of my cock slip into her. I held there for a moment, my own breath taken away by the sensation. The walls of her pussy gripped me tight, seeming to pull me deeper without me even moving. My eyes went wide and my mouth opened in a silent scream. I managed to focus long enough to observe her reaction, and it was a mirror of my own. I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs and allowed myself to slide further in. Her body accepted me eagerly, and my shaft disappeared between her legs slowly, inch by inch.

Her expressions changed between shock, pleasure and frustration, again and again, as I paced myself. Sliding out almost to the tip, I held there for a second then another. Once I saw that familiar look of frustration and need cross her face, I would begin sliding in again, each time deeper than the last. Drawing out, sliding back in. Each time her pussy eagerly accepted me, drawing me in and seeming to hold me there, squeezing and milking my cock with each thrust.

Before too long, any remaining ability to tease or torment was out the window, and my focus was simply on pleasure – both mine and hers. My thrusts became more insistent, less drawn out, and more intense. I began to build a steady rhythm – long, deep thrusts, causing her legs to shudder and her breasts to bounce back and forth with each thrust. Her eyes were now focused between her legs, entranced by the sight of my cock slipping deeply in and out of her with each thrust. I had settled into a frenzy of my own at this stage, and the animal that had awoken inside me had a filthy mouth.I knew how much she enjoyed filthy talk during sex, and I knew that it was a sure-fire way to drive her over the edge.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? Coming into my shower, teasing and tormenting me?”. Punctuating each question with a hard thrust, I was met with only low, continuous moans as answers.

“You're such a tease, and you know it” I said with an almost malevolent chuckle. “All you wanted was to have your legs spread wide, and my thick, hard cock thrust deep inside you, didn't you?”. She bit her lip and moaned at this, nodding vigorously. “Well, dirty little cock teases like you get exactly what's coming to them.” I growl deeply, my voice now originating deep within my chest.

I lean in close, and in a menacing tone I utter “Dirty girls like you get fucked hard, and get filled with cum, whether they like it or not”. With this, she threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut tightly, and cried out a loud, guttural scream. I knew I had her. She sprung forward and buried her head into my shoulder, her nails digging into my back and gripping tightly.

Her scream continued, muffled now by my chest, and I felt her body start to shake and convulse. As her orgasm crested and broke over her, her pussy clamped tightly upon my cock, her muscles tensing uncontrollably, milking my cock. Her screams grew higher in pitch, shifting to an uncontrollable squeal as her mind went blank, focused solely on the waves of pleasure rocking her body as she came. With these sights and sounds of her carried away in pure ecstasy, the last barriers holding me back were collapsing. The final straw was the feel of her nails dragging down my back, still clawing desperately. With that sudden shock of sensation, I felt my own orgasm hit.

My body tensed, every muscle at attention. Every sensation was heightened in that instant – the sight of her wet hair pressed against her shoulders, the stinging from her nails down my back, the pooling of water at my feet. Finally, with a loud groan of her name, I felt myself release deep inside her, her body still shaking uncontrollably, riding out her orgasm. Again and again I came, emptying myself into her, filling her as promised. I pulled her close against me, panting loudly, and could do no more than grip her tightly as she continued to shudder and shiver, both of us basking in post-orgasmic bliss.

Once I had cleaned and tidied the bathroom, I returned to bed, to find her back under the covers. She was sitting up with a pillow behind her head, sipping a cup of tea. She motioned to the table next to her, and I saw she had prepared one for me to. She was still not clothed, and her breasts were brazenly on display. I laughed to myself and slid back under the covers alongside her. She shuffled closer against me, and handed me my mug.

Leaning her head on my shoulder, she stated matter-of-factly “Well, that was fun”. I laughed again, and motioned to her chest. “You know, when I woke up this morning, you were lying there, half-naked and fully asleep. I think that's what started my morning off on such a high note.” I laughed to myself, only to realize she was smiling even more broadly than I.

“What's so funny?” I asked. She reached down and pulled a t-shirt of mine from behind the bed. “You realize I wore this to sleep, right? I woke up a full hour before you”. She winked as the gears turned in my head. “Fully asleep, yeah right. This was all my doing”, she giggled, and lay her head on my chest as I sat there, laughing.