After dinner, hubs went to take a shower. I waited a few minutes, used the toilet and joined him. I slipped behind the curtain, and he was covered in soap and smelled amazing. Unfortunately for me, he was already done washing himself. I love to scrub his body and get him all slippery, but I waited too long. Instead, I asked him to wash my hair. After he rinsed the soap from his body, he stepped aside and let me pass so I could stand under the water. As I soaked my hair, he rummaged through all the bottles looking for my shampoo. I turned to face him, and he gave me one of his soft, jello-knee inducing kisses before he told me to turn back around. While the warm water streamed over my chest and cascaded down my body, his hands went to work on my head. Something about the way his strong hands running through my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp, just makes me go week. I kneeled in front of him, still facing away, as he worked the shampoo into a lather. The water continued to spray over me, and soon, I was getting rivers of bubbles in my face. Unable to with stand it, even with the amazing sensations he was giving me, I stood and began to rinse. This time, I faced him, letting the water spray the back of my head to aid the rinsing. While my hands were busy lifting my hair, his slid around my waist as he stepped closer to me. With my head tilted back, he was able to plant kisses and nibble gently along my collarbone and neckline, which absolutely drives me wild. By the time I got all of the soap out of my hair, I was moaning quietly with every nipping kiss he gave me. My hands dropped around his shoulders and I held him close as he lifted his face to mine. The first kiss was gentle, our lips meeting, his slanting over mine so our noses didn’t get in the way. As our mouths pressed together, our lips opened, and his tongue sought out mine. After a few moments of smooth tongue dancing, he pulled back. One hand slipped up my back while the other slid up to cup a breast and his mouth returned to mine. This kiss was longer, a little more urgent. Our faces moved in opposite directions, allowing the angle of the kiss to change frequently. His tongue continued to slip between my lips and tangle with mine. Soon, I was returning the favor, darting mine out to touch his lips and retreat again quickly. My hands moved as well. One slid up the back of his head, my fingers curling into his hair, while the other cupped his scruffy cheek in an attempt to hold him still. Soon, my mouth wasn’t enough, and his lips began skimming down my face to return to my neck. He bit me there, in that little hollow between throat and shoulder, my sexy spot, the spot that turns my insides to mush. I panted into his ear when he did that and moaned quietly. This spurred him on, and he continued his oral assault on my sensitive shoulder line. His hand at my back slid down a little ways and pulled me closer to him, while the fingers at my breast continued to dance over the nipple. When the peak was hard, he dropped his mouth and slowly flicked his tongue over it. This earned him a slightly louder moan and more panting. I could feel his cock beginning to harden between us, and I dropped one of my hands to his hip. As he began to feast on my breast, I slid my hand closer to the hot pole between us. When my fingers first touched him, all I felt was warm, satiny velvet. My fingers ached to close around him, but I wanted to tease him a bit first. I danced them over his turgid flesh, lightly skimming his sensitive skin with my short fingernails. He groaned, and the vibrations shuddered over my sensitive flesh, bringing a deeper moan from my throat. I couldn’t wait anymore- I had to hold him in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and slowly slid them up and down, using the water from the shower at my back as lubrication. He groaned again and lifted his mouth to mine. As our mouths met, he began to thrust his tongue into mine. My hands mimicked his movements- As he thrust into my mouth, my hand slid down his shaft. As he pulled his tongue back, my hand slid up. Soon, we had worked out a pleasant rhythm of thrusting and gliding. By then, both of us were moaning. Nothing gets me excited like the feel of a hard cock in my hand. He moved his mouth away from me again, gliding his lips down my throat, and I soon felt his hand cup my mound. Wasting no time, he slid a finger between my lady lips and pressed gently at my already swollen clit. I moaned and my head fell back as I took in the pleasure. His fingers began to work at my pussy, sliding up and down my slit to tease both my clit at the top and my secret entrance at the bottom. While his hand worked me, I slid mine farther down to cup his heavy balls. He moaned quietly when I did that, and sent one of his fingers deep into my body. I couldn’t hold on to him anymore, and braced my free hand against the shower wall for support as his fingers continued to fuck me. Like I said, nothing gets me more excited than a hard cock in my hand…. except, that is, the same hard, velvety cock in my mouth. I didn’t want to cum yet, and the way he was working me, I would soon explode. To stave off my orgasm, I dropped to my knees in front of me. By then, the water had begun to turn cool, so I turned up the hot with one hand while I jerked his shaft with the other. He was so hard already, I didn’t have to do anything but open my mouth and take him inside. Having just been washed, his cock was heavenly. It was so clean and smooth and so HARD I wanted nothing at that moment but than to just savor it. He groaned loudly as I took him as deep into my mouth as I could that first try. I looked up at him through the drops of water, and he had one hand braced on the wall, the other gripping the shower rod so tight his knuckles were white. As if I needed more confirmation that my mouth felt amazing, he thrust ever so slightly even deeper into my mouth until his cockhead bumped the back of my throat. I moaned around the intrusion in my mouth- he just tasted so damn good. The vibrations skimmed over his sensitive organ and he groaned deeply again. I love hearing his groans and growls- there’s such passion there that he tries so hard to hide. It’s one of the sexiest things. I decided to do whatever I could to get more of those deep groans from him. I pulled my head back until his cock was completely out of my mouth, to which I was rewarded with a disappointed moan. Smiling, I turned my head and slid my lips down his shaft sideways. I slid my face up and down a few strokes, watching his face as I did so. His eyes closed and his brow tightened as he concentrated on the sensation of my lips working his rod. His balls were heavy, and on every down stroke, I felt them against my cheek. I slid my lips to the base of his cock again, and instead of sliding back up, turned my face and let them meet his sac. I dipped my head and began planting kisses all around his nearly hairless cock region. When I got to the lowest point of his testicles, I opened my mouth wide and began sucking them while bathing them with my tongue. I brought my hand up to stroke his cock while my tongue teased and manipulated his balls. One at a time, I sucked them into my mouth and held them while I stroked his stiff rod. His hands dropped to my head, then my shoulders, then fisted in my hair as his groans got louder. I knew he wouldn’t let me stay down there much longer, so I slide his cock back into my mouth, shoving my face all the way to his pubic bone on the first try. I deep-throated him for several strokes, flicking my tongue at his shaft as I went down, sliding it along the bottom as I pulled back up. His groans turned to pants and I knew he was close when his knee came up and gently pressed me back, away from his hard, extended organ. “stand up” he whispered, in a sex choked whisper. “It’s your turn”. He kneeled in front of me, but I hadn’t actually washed my parts yet. We’d gotten distracted before we got there. When I told him so, he didn’t care. I managed to steal the showerhead for a quick rinse, but then his mouth was there. He pressed his lips to mine, parted them with his tongue and began to lick furiously where his fingers had been earlier. Because I have a bit of a belly, he couldn’t get super close to his feast in the position he was in. Instead of stopping, he propped my foot on the side of the tub and slid his feet under me so he was sitting on the floor of the tub.