No Turning Back

The next morning I wake up cold...Viggo's not in bed and then I realize the shower is running. I get up and slip into the steamy shower with him. He turns and smiles at me and I say, “Water conservation.” He laughs but I cut off his laughter with a kiss. Once we break the kiss Viggo is smiling at me.

“Love your environmentalist tendencies.” Viggo says as I begin to laugh.

I have never been with anyone who makes me laugh so easily or makes me feel so comfortable. I have been married three times and never have I felt this connected to someone else. Now that Viggo is rubbing up against me, slick wet skin against my own slick wet skin other thoughts fade away. Now all I am focused on is how this feels…and how I can make him feel the same way. I realize then I am in love with him.

We kiss deeply as the water bounces and slides over our skin. We stop kissing and I say, “We’re never going to get clean at this rate.”

He laughs and says, “Then hand me the soap.” I do and we take turns washing each other’s chests and arms then move lower to wash the really fun bits. Then I say, “Can you get my back for me?”

“Mmm sure.” Viggo says softly.

I turn and he washes my back and down further across my arse and down my thighs. He’s quite thorough in his ministrations. I am sure he is as hard now as I am and it’s driving me nuts that he isn’t doing more than jusshinshing me. “Your turn.” I say turning toward him. He presents his back and I do the same to him but as I stand back up from washing his calves I kiss my way back up. He seems to really be enjoying that. Know I would enjoy it. Then he says, “Sean, I am dying here.”

I smile against his skin and bite him lightly on his shoulder and soothe it again with my tongue. He places his hands on the opposite wall presenting his backside to me. I reach over and grab the bath oil he keeps in the shower and rub it on myself and then pour it on his bum massaging and then sliding a finger inside him slowly the combination of the water and the oil making it very easy to do so. Will I ever get used to that tight heat? I hope not. I begin moving my finger and then pull back and add another. I brush his prostate and he moans loudly. I love when I do that to him. Finally I pull my fingers out and he whimpers and I know it’s an unconscious move on his part but his leans back toward me. I rub my hand across his lower back and then posn myn myself and slowly begin to enter him. Ever since we decided not to bother with condoms anymore based on both of our histories, this has been so much more intense.

Once I am sheathed inside of him he pushes back against me, “More.” He says in a moan as I begin thrusting inside of him. Between the hot water hitting my back and his tight heat wrapped around me I am not going to last long. I begin thrusting faster and faster and then reach around him and begin stroking him in time with my thrusts. Both of us are moaning and trying to be quiet because Orli could be in the next room but we aren’t doing a great job of keeping our voices down.
Finally I feel Viggo tense around me and feel his cock jump in my hand as his seed spills over my hand. His muscles clenching around mine causes me to spill inside him shuddering and barely able to catch my breath. I kiss his shoulders and back and can feel him shaking under me.

The water is starting to run cold or our skin is just so hot it feels cold so we decide to finish up quickly and get out of the shower before our teeth start chattering.