Struck by inspiration, I took him by the hand and led him towards the bathroom.
Getting my clothes off in record time, Noah started stroking my pussy and kissing my neck as I turned on the shower and tested the water temperature. When it was tolerable, I stripped Noah down to nothing, his beautiful cock already fully hard, and got into the shower with my fake fiancé close behind.
I went first, washing him off, first the cream and then in general, caressing every inch of his perfect body, half convinced that I had to be dreaming.
I tried to focus, but it was no use. When I got down to his legs and saw his big hard cock, I just couldn’t resist. I was overtaken by a powerful desire and just had to touch it.
Wrapping my hand lovingly around his throbbing shaft, I began to stroke, listening to his moans of pleasure. Before I knew it, I was gently lifting his shaft, still stroking it, and filling my mouth with one of his balls. It really did barely fit. Giving that one some tender loving care, I switched to the other and then back again, alternating at regular intervals until Noah was ready to explode, barley getting his cock into my mouth in time, but I did and was very happy.
There was something about his cum that made me feel amazing. Keeping his cock in my mouth, I started to suck him. Slow and gentle at first, for my benefit as much as his, getting used to his massive girth in my mouth. When I had adjusted a bit more, I wrapped one hand around his cock, keeping the other massaging his balls. Noah put a hand on my head to let me know that he liked it. I knew this was the intent because he didn’t push or pressure me in any way to suck him harder. He just let me do what I was going to do with no pressure or expectation, which felt really freeing.
Before long, I had gotten him to the end again, nursing a massive load of cum from his huge cock, instantly filling my mouth. I struggled to swallow it all down, but it was worth it. I didn’t want to waste a single drop.
When I was finished, he helped me back to my feet and kissed me, letting me know how much he liked what I had done.
Taking a handful of body wash, Noah scrubbed me down, taking extra care with my boobs and pussy, which were particularly sensitive from my heightened excitement. The slightest touch on my pussy lips sent waves of pleasure through me.
He even washed my hair, washing and rinsing properly which I could attest was not an easy thing, not least because I wore my hair so long. On the last rinse, he started kissing my shoulder, then my neck slipping his hands around my waist, holding me tight, one of them finding its way down my pussy. I leaned back against him and moaned, letting him know how good it felt.
“Bend over,” he said.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing, never having fucked in the shower before, but still, I did my best to get into a good position for him. Bent as far as I could at the waist, I pressed my hands against the wet tiles. I guess I did an okay job because his cock slipped right in, my pussy lips hugging it tight pushed in.
“Okay?” he asked.
I replied by saying yes, but that fell far short of how I was actually feeling. In actuality, I was absolutely desperate for it, and if he didn’t fuck me soon, I might actually scream. I didn’t say that though he seemed to get the message, likely from the desperation in my tone when I said yes, meaning it as much more than momentary consent, which he also had in spades.
Taking me firmly by the hips, Noah started to move in me, working further into my pussy with each thrust, managing to get all the way in. Something that wouldn’t have been possible the first time. I didn’t know he was going to try that and was not sure he did either, but I was really glad that he did because it felt absolutely amazing.
Intuiting that I was ready, Noah started going faster, building up to a steady, medium rhythm, which was honestly pretty intense, mostly because of the depth but still felt amazingly good. A fact I made clear with the sounds I was making. I was usually pretty quiet when I was touching myself, self-conscious about the sounds I might make, and what people might think should they accidentally hear me. With Noah, I didn’t care and let it go, wanting him to know exactly how good it felt.