Shower

SHOWER

By Darrell R. Jones

Reina returns home after a long morning class of yoga. She would sneak out in the a.m. and try her best not to wake her husband but Jordan always seemed to be awake by the time she got back and she could smell the brewing coffee from the kitchen. Not for him of course. Jordan was too good for coffee, so no doubt he was at his computer at his desk in his study drinking a cup if mango juice. He also most likely had made some toast and eggs for the both of them because that scent was tickling Reina’s nose as she moved through their house.

“I texted you to see when you’d be here!” Jordan shouted from his study, two rooms from the entrance to the house.

Reina started to head to the kitchen but instead turned around and made her way through the living room and to where Jordan was. “I was driving and didn’t want to text and drive.” She said as she hung at the doorway, stretching her arms out between the frame.

Her husband steepled his fingers under his chin and looked at her through black horn rimmed glasses. His glasses caught the light from the window to his right, over his shoulder but it quickly passed and Reina was able to see his hazel eyes slowly tracing the outline of her body. She must’ve looked good too, because he sure was taking his time enjoying the view of her tiny frame that seemed to bubble in all the best places. She was small but curvy with a cinnamon complexion and Jordan loved that. While he was tall and lean with muscles in all the best places. Even sitting at his desk, Reina was caught up by the way his shoulder muscles looked with the sun spilling over him from the window behind him. It made his skin look like a creamy caramel to her.

“How was your workout?” He asked, breaking the silence.

She giggled. “It was good. I’m all tired and sweaty now though.”

A finger began to rub at the small patch of hair at Jordan’s chin and Reina began chewing at her lip.

“I’m bout to go take a shower so…” As she stepped away from the door, Jordan stood from his desk, closing his laptop.  “Thanks for the breakfast…” He moved around the table, shaking his head and saying “no problem.” “Did I wake you this morning when I left?”

“No. I woke up like twenty minutes later.” By now he was close enough to touch her and he did, lustfully reaching for her waist and pulling her into him.

“You better stop. I wanted to go take a shower and then go eat breakfast.” She tried pulling away feebly but her body betrayed her and moved in closer on him.

“You smell good.” He whispered.

“I smell like sweat and stink.”

He buried his face into her neck and inhaled, “You smell hella good.” Dragging his lips across her collar bone, his hands made their way down her waist to her thighs.

“You go back to work mister. Stop being so naughty.”

Reina knew where this was going the second she saw him at his desk. He was wearing a tight v neck tee shirt and loose fitting slacks while she was wearing Nike yoga pants and a pink workout shirt that zipped up in the front. She might as well have been wearing a sign that said “eat me” because Jordan’s eyes were hungry. It didn’t help that when he stood up from his desk Reina was able to see his growing desire between his legs. Even now the stiff rod pressed against her and sent waves of want down to her nether regions.

“You need to get back to work,” She said, breathless and growing hot. “And I need to go take my shower. Don’t start anything--”

SMACK. She loved the sound as much as the sensation she got from the sudden slap Jordan gave her soft behind. She hissed and cooed at the second strike. She tried again to talk him down but he wasn’t listening. Jordan was in a trance, rubbing and grabbing and spreading and spanking her round ass while she moaned and snapped her teeth in his ear.

“Jordan, you need to stop!”

He yanked down her pants, exposing her bare ass and again she cooed after a quick smack from her husband.

“Damn.” Jordan whispered. He squeezed one cheek to the point where Reina half expected it to pop. Two more quick slaps and before she knew it, she was spun around and shoved away; disorientated and well worked up, Reina laughed.

“You just gon push me away when you done with me?” She asked.

“I’m not done.” He whispered. “Walk.”

“Walk where?”

The sound of his belt coming undone and his fly coming down were the sounds she got in response. “Just walk.” He added.

She chewed at her lip and begun a slow trot down the hall with her tights hanging below her ass. With each step, each strut, she heard Jordan follow after her; along with heavy breathing and soft grunts.

“Does it look good?” She asked.

“Very.”

“Very?” She stopped and swayed from side to side.

“Very.” Jordan caught up to her and took her by the waist and pressed his mouth to her neck and sucked. She moaned and her right hand found the length of his hardened member. She stroked him slowly.

“You are so… bad.” She moaned, as his tongue crept up the length of her neck.

“You taste good.” He said.

“Don’t lie!”

His hands went down to the wetness below, “I’m not lying.”

She stroked him slowly then smirked as she shoved him away and continued walking. “I should really go take a shower.” She crossed through the living room, headed for the stairs and stopped after going up two steps. With Jordan right behind her, she bent over and shook her ass in his face.

“Fuck.” He said, before burying his face into her backside and working his tongue into her wet opening. With a gasp Reina reached back and spread her cheeks while he licked and sucked and kissed her pussy.

“You’re so fucking nasty.” She purred and he nodded his head while he continued to eat. “You couldn’t… wait ‘til I took my shower?” He shook his head now, not taking his mouth away. “I’m all sweaty and probably stinky and--”

SMACK. She shook after the hit and leaned forward. Though it wasn’t her ass he struck, it was her pussy. He had taken his mouth away for a brief moment to spank her wet spot and she shrieked with pleasure. Then he immediately dove back in to resume licking her. She took a step up the stairs and he followed her greedily. As she took another step he growled and followed her. With the next step, Jordan spanked her pussy again and her whole body shook.

“Don’t move.” He said through clenched teeth, before going back in.

Reina moaned curses as she pulled her long dark hair free from the tie behind her head, that kept it up in a ponytail and strands poured over her face. She started shaking her ass in his face, grinding slowly while he licked her lips and probed her opening with his tongue. When she felt her climax drawing near and her knees buckled, she dropped down to all fours, repeating the words “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Jordan finally gave her some relief when he stepped away, slapping her ass and sending electricity through her with the pop.

“You’re so bad!” Reina said under her breath.

“What?” Jordan replied.

“You’re bad!” She cried out.

“No I’m not.” He spread her ass and played with her clit with his thumb. “It’s yo fault.”

“How it’s my fault?” She moaned.

“Comin’ here, lookin’ so fuckin’ good.” He exhaled deeply. “You still wanna go take your shower?” She turned back at him with an expression on her face that could only say, “are you serious?” She turned around completely and sat down on the stairs, pulling her husband and taking him into her mouth. He let out a soft moan along with a curse under his breath. He placed a hand on the back of his wife’s head and moved her hair out of the way while she bobbed and gagged on his length. Choking herself, she deep throated his full nine inches and tried to swallow him. When she pulled it out to catch her breath, she rubbed the head and looked up at him, drunk with passion. Squeezing and circling his head, she closed her hand tightly around the tip and sucked on it, making it pop on her lips.

“You like that? Hmm?” She asked. He moaned in response. “You like it baby? Hmm? Tell me daddy.”

“I love that shit.!” Jordan began taking off his shirt and his wife continued to suck on him, slob on him and spit on him. She pulled her hands away now and bobbed on him faster; enjoying the view, looking up the ridges of her husband’s toned abs and broad chest. Then she felt his hands cup around her head and she knew what was coming; a rush of excitement went through her and her hand found her clitoris before the thought was made in her head. She stopped moving her head, opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes while her husband proceeded to fuck her mouth. She gagged, blew out spit, and sucked on him as he slid in and out of her mouth; all while she played with her pussy as he pulled and pushed her head. The excitement was becoming too much and Reina felt the building waves start to crash and ebb as each orgasm was longer, larger and wrecking her with each blow. When Jordan finally stopped, he pulled away and a thick build of spit and saliva followed him, leaving a thin line from Reina’s mouth that also ran down her chin.

“Still wanna take a shower?” He asked, his eyes low and lusty as he stared at her and licked his lips.

Reina wiped her mouth and smiled, “I wanna fuck!”

“You wanna what?”

“I wanna fuck. So you need to hurry up and fuck me.”

Jordan grinned a devilish grin and leaned in, taking her neck in his hand and squeezing. With one smooth fluid motion, Reina removed her shoes and yoga pants and opened her legs wide to wrap them around her husband; though his waist was just out of reach.

“I need to hurry up and do what?”

“You need to fuck me.” She slowly patted her wet pussy and he tightened his grip around her throat, sending another bolt of renewed want for what was throbbing between his legs to be deep inside her. She reached for him more and swung her legs to grab him but he dodged and slapped her hands away.

“I need to what?” He asked.

Her growing frustration was getting the best of her when she shouted, “Fuck me Jordan!” But when she looked in his eyes she began to beg and plead for his dick to be inside. She even started to play with herself to sweeten the deal, as she offered herself to him. With no words, he moved in, spread her legs and pushed them up with one hand. As he pushed into her, the world fell away and she floated into bliss. She was so full. So lost in the moment that she didn’t hear him asking her a question. Instead when Jordan began to start pumping, she cried out and he quickened his pace. Once again he asked her how she wanted it, but she merely humped back with him while he held her legs up. When he spread them, his rhythm changed and his pace along with it. Long slow strokes, grinding deep into her while her leg hung over the railing of the stairs; Jordan pressed her calf to keep her legs apart. Her morning yoga classes were paying off; she felt no discomfort with him drilling into her and pushing her right leg so far back. Instead she was able to simply enjoy the pounding her husband was giving her. Her intentions for the class weren’t for this reason in particular, but it was definitely an added bonus. Jordan loved her flexibility and often put her in positions that would be too difficult for the average woman. He took his hand from his wife’s throat and instead used it to pin back her left leg as he rolled his hips and worked in and out of her. With his hand removed, Reina was free to moan and cry out as loudly as she liked, which meant she was hollering now; cursing and shouting into Jordan’s ear. By the fifth time she screamed she was coming, Jordan finally reached his limit as well.

Jordan exhaled and laid on top of his wife for a moment before saying, “You wanna take your shower now?”

Breathing hard, Reina laughed and said, “I have to now because of you!”