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Moving around in the slippery, narrow confines of a shower was awkward at first, but you both laughed your way through it, spirits high as you began indulging in one another. Wet kisses, eager fingers, and playful slaps accompanying a half-hearted co-habitated shower. You used a bit of soap, but you both had other things on your mind.
Johnny hums, sliding in close behind you for what seems like the 100th time; his long arms dipping down the curve of your waist, drinking in every warm, wet inch of your body. You tremble under his touch, biting your lip as your cheek slips against the smooth wet tiles of the wall. You look back at him, fluttering eyes gazing through the blooming steam.
His smile is full of charm and spirit, and his droopy, lovesick stare makes your heart stop. He's just as drunk on you as you are on him.
And he looks beautiful.
He lavishes attention to your body, greedily gliding over every dip and curve while he presses hungry kisses along your neck and shoulders. His voice is muffled, but he moans sweetly between the fervent kisses that send tingling jolts through your body.
Johnny's long, deft fingers slip through the slick folds between your legs, dipping into your heat until your knees tremble. He mumbles sweet nothings into your ear, hushedly serenading you while tearing you apart at the seams.
Two of his fingers easily slide in and out of you, while his other hand drifts over the front of your hips, settling the wide pads of his fingers over your swollen, sensitive clit. He presses down, firm but not too hard, and rolls pleasant, welcome circles over the hard bud until you're whimpering and pushing back against him, desperate for more.
He's remarkably good at this, carefully pulling you apart like it's his job- navigating in the confined slippery space in a way that makes you both comfortable. He's all slow, deliberate movements, that only pick up when your gasping becomes desperate. Every move he makes is solely dedicated to your pleasure, and his trembling frame and lilted voice reveal just how into you he is. He enjoys every moment he gets to touch you, feel you, and his heart thumps so hard you swear you can feel it when his chest is pressed against your back.
The attention to your quivering cunt is heavenly, and that coupled with feeling your beloved cradling you like a precious treasure, makes you feel so good. A wave of bone rattling heat shakes you to your core as you drop your forehead against the wall and gasp out Johnny's name in the midst of your pleasure. The water runs smoldering rivulets down your flush skin, furthering the intensity of the moment.
“Oh darlin~” Johnny trembles against you, the hand that wasn't knuckle deep inside you grips your waist, clutching to your form with wanton desperation.
You laugh breathlessly, loving how sweet he sounds, loving how much he enjoys this. You push a hand back, leaving one braced on the wall, and gliding over the smooth curve of his hip. You feel him twitch under your touch, which always makes you smile. He's so sensitive and excitable, you simply adore that about him.
He's so fun. Your heart thrums a joyous rhythm feeling Johnny all around you, your body beginning to boil under his generous attention. It really is getting steamy in here.
You allow your eyes to drift open again, looking behind you and searching for those soft, handsome features. Then- your eyes connect, and it's hot, the water flowing over you burns your skin like lava. It is very-nearly unpleasant. Not even the relative coolness of the tile can satiate the sweltering heat you feel. You let out a desperate, faint breath, rolling your body back against Johnny's, your voice coming out as a weak whimper amidst the gentle hiss of the shower.
“Too hot….”
And it really is. The hot water plus this obsessive attention is making your body burn. He's been very thorough, not to mention excitablely persistent, in groping every inch of you, and you're helpless to his fiery touch. It overwhelms your senses, and lights your veins with every thunderous beat of your heart.
Johnny's hands, playing softly with your flush, eager pussy, pause, lingering like radiators over your most sensitive parts.
“Aww, too hot for ya, Buttercup?” His voice rumbles lowly in your ear. Your eyes roll back and you collapse against the wall, moaning wantonly. You really like when he talks like that.
One of Johnny's hands slides up your torso to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
A finger is added between your legs, and the stretch feels delectably good. You moan Johnny's name again, your hands tightening into helpless fists against the slick shower tile. His other hand slips back down to press on your clit again, a little harder this time, and he chuckles softly as you begin to shake, the heat and stimulation very close to overwhelming you.
And Johnny notices; he feels the way your body starts to pull away, trying to find a reprieve, so he hums softly and slows down.
With that, you let out a soft, relieved breath as the temperature suddenly shifts. The burning hands scalding your skin cool down, and the lava filling you is suddenly cool and refreshing against your overheated parts. You feel yourself coming back down, comforted by the room temperature water cascading over you that helps center you again.
“Sorry, darlin’.” Johnny chuckles, sounding empathetic. He slides his hands away from you, bracing your hips as you take a few deep breaths. “I got excited.” He points out, nuzzling the nape of your neck sweetly, his fingers running small circles over your flush skin.
You hum softly, tilting your head back until you find his shoulder, resting there and gazing up at him as best you can. Your vision is a little blown out right now, but you can still see that charming smile and kind eyes, and your heart thumps happily. You reach up and twirl a wet, ringlet curl around your finger, pulling it down and letting it pop back up in his face, landing over the bridge of his nose. You can't help but laugh, endeared by the sight, and he guffaws in mock-offense, shaking his head so his hair returns to its normal place.
“Cheeky thing.” You hear Johnny hum, amusement in his tone. Before you can say anything, the hands on your hips suddenly turn cold, enough to make you squeak indignantly out of surprise. Johnny chuckles behind you, making sure to hold on tight enough so you can't get away. “Easy gorgeous.” He coos, his hands sliding both up and down your torso.
One sneaks between your thighs again, nearly shocking you as his chilly digits glide over your overheated parts. You gasp and buck into the sensation, some part of you going wild for how sharp and cold it feels. The contrasting temperature sends a tingling jolt through your body, and you can't help the breathy whine you let out.
It's made even more intense as his other hand, just as cool as the other, finds your chest, where your nipples already stand hard and at attention thanks to the new chills prickling your skin. He chooses one, first rubbing over it softly while he gently plays with your clit at the same time, until you're twitching in his arms.
The cold touch drives you crazy in all the right ways, setting your nerves alight with pleasant lightning, making you tremble and shake as Johnny slowly undoes you with playful, coy stimulation.
He pinches your nipple, not too hard, and then brushes his thumb over the top, biting his lip and allowing his eyes to flutter shut. He rests his head against the side of yours, continuing to toy with you as he enjoys the soft, beautiful noises you're making. He finds your sweet spots, figures out the right amount of pressure every time, it's a devilish skill, but you're not complaining. Your body writhes and bucks, pushing back against your generous lover, searching evermore for his decadent attention.
“Oh baby doll you are something else.” Johnny's sweet, low voice trembles with affection, and he gazes down at you as best he can. He eyes the cool streams of water that flow over your skin, dipping over and around the sinful contours of your body. You look like his sweetest daydream: flush skin dewy and covered in chills for him, your body like putty in his hands, and your soft voice lilted sweetly as you gasp his name. He moans softly, his touch briefly flaring hotly before he cools himself back down. “God almighty, you are beautiful.”
You bite your lip, a smile breaking out over your face amidst your ecstasy. The way he talks, the smooth, possessive lilt to his voice- it drives you crazy. You could listen to him moaning your praises all day.
Careful fingers begin to grow bolder as Johnny shifts your positions again, pushing you forward to brace yourself against the wall. He follows you down, peppering kisses down the curve of your shoulders and back as his hands briefly return to your waist and hips so he can greedily grab at you.
But that doesn't last long, as Johnny eagerly returns to your waiting cunt, brushing over your swollen lips and clit, while his other hands goes back to pawing at your chest. He feels more lukewarm now, obviously struggling to maintain his cooler temperature in his excitement, not that you mind; it allows you to get comfortable again, falling back into the enthusiastic rhythm of his attention.
“Oh, Johnny-” You gasp softly, rolling your hips back against him, silently urging him on.
You hear him rumble out a pleased noise, “Mh~ my sweet sudsy angel, I could listen to you all day.” He croons, the fingers, which have toyed with your nipples to the point of oversensitivity, slide down the curve of your waist and hips. He briefly gropes your ass, which makes you chuckle and swat at him playfully. But then, in an instance, you're being filled again; his long, trembling digits dip inside your waiting hole, finding a blistering warmth that makes Johnny's knees shake.
Three fingers are hardly a challenge for you to take, especially as excited as you are, but after lacking that attention for a few blazing minutes, it's sudden and makes you jolt. A loud, keening sound rolls from your throat, slipping into a pleased purr as Johnny begins eagerly fingering you.
Your hands wind into softly clenched fists as the pace is picked up, and you find yourself helplessly jammed between the wall and your lover. Johnny is taller and has long arms that seem to effortlessly keep you in place. At this angle, he has an open invitation to thrust his hand in and out of you with renewed vigor, biting his lip and quivering quietly. His hand still hooked around your front rolls repeatedly over your aching clit, with enough pressure that you feel yourself starting to slip down that proverbial hill.
You feel encompassed by him, possessed, held close and purposefully while he dedicates himself entirely to pleasing you. He's all sweet nothings and determined digits as he lovingly breaks you apart from the inside out. Your body grows warmer and wetter with the halfway lucid moments you spend together under the hiss of the shower.
You can't help but feel a twinge of selfishness mar this otherwise perfect moment as you realize you haven't dont much in the realm of reciprocation. So, with a coy grin despite your flustered state, you push an arm behind you, blindly finding the feeling of Johnny's soft belly, and languidly trailing your hand down from there.
With a gentle touch, your hand meets his cock, which is predictably hard and twitching eagerly.
But before you can do anything substantial, Johnny stops you by grabbing your wrist with a quiet hum. You turn as best as you can to give him a look, a pleading sort of pout that's worked on him before. He just shoots you back that dumb, charming smile and raised brows that almost always serve to shut you up. “Not so fast, buttercup.” He pulls you away from the wall briefly, just enough to spin you around and push you onto your back against the tile.
He rests against the wall and leans over you, cupping your cheek and gazing down at you sweetly, hotly. He's very worked up and it shows. You really love to see him this way. His pale features lit up red, and his lips puffy and hanging open as he softly pants. There is nothing but a hazy adoration in his perfect baby blues that stare at you with a mind numbing devotion that could very well be your undoing.
He really is distractingly pretty when he wants to be.
“Now, I know how… generous you're willing to be-” Johnny chuckles, a flash of extra redness rolling over his cheeks as he can't hero but recall your previous fervent couplings. “But I'm really… really enjoying this.” He strokes your sides, looking down at you through the steam and gasping softly, “Givin you the attention,” His voice shakes in his well mannered excitement. His eyes flick down and he bites his lip as he runs a hand down over your pussy, cupping it possessively and grinning when you gasp softly. “Making you feel good.”
His lips find their way to your's, and he kisses you passionately, cradling your neck and moaning against you. You can feel his wet curls against your bare skin, it tickles, but it's thrilling. Having him so close always is.
After a few deliciously lingering moments, Johnny pulls away, only to start pressing wet, eager kisses down your jaw, neck, and shoulders- seemingly determined to not leave a single inch of you un-touched. You turn your head to accommodate him, more than happy to take a selfish moment to enjoy his soft attention. You moan out breathily, his lips reignite the chills on your skin and you can't help but shiver in excitement.
“Mhh, I love the way you sound.” Johnny hums, pulling away and catching your stare again. He grins and leans in close again, touching his forehead to yours. He huffs out a low laugh, his expression shifting to something ever so slightly more devious. “But I wanna make you sing.” He rumbles out before rushing in to kiss you again while he happily slips between your legs once more.
If this were a cartoon, you would have hearts in your eyes and steam coming out of your ears. And, if Johnny wasn't kissing you, your tongue would probably roll out onto the floor.
Everything about Johnny is so delectably attractive, and while he isn't to everyone's more conservative tastes- you love how eccentric he is. You love the way he talks, acts, and goes through life with this boundless enthusiasm. It's just something about that suave cantor, and how he treats you, like you are something special, desirable, and like he's lucky to have you. His boyish charm blends perfectly with the pallor of a man who knows what he wants and what he likes and isn't afraid to show it.
It drives you wild.
It helps that he's a more than generous lover, devoting himself entirely to pleasing you, fucking you in whatever way strikes his fancy until you are a trembling mess in his hands.
Today is no different, and as you kiss him back with just as much fervor, his fingers return to your puffy cunt after he hoists your leg up around his hip, easily sliding into you. He moans into your mouth, and you buck forward onto his hand as a thrill rushes through you.
You break the kiss, not of your own volition, but rather because a shout is ripped from your throat as Johnny begins quickly curling his fingers around inside you. The repeated, steady pressure makes you see stars, your body tenses up as you come dangerously close to coming. In an effort to maintain any kind of composure, you screw your eyes shut, pressing your back firmly against the tile wall.
Your mouth is parted as you pant softly, little moans and squeaks rolling off your tongue as Johnny enthusiastically fingers you.
And he's staring again, droopy eyes and goofy grin in place as he watches you coming undone, giving in to the bliss. The way your body moves and writhes under his touch, the way your cunt swallow his fingers, coupled with the lewd cacophony of your coupling is enough to have Johnny gasping out your name.
His cock twitches against your thigh as he doubles down, his hand pushing in and out of you fast and loose, only stopping to play with your insides until you are moaning and shouting that you're about to come.
Then he slows, letting the sensation ebb with a cheeky grin, before repeating the process.
He does this for a couple minutes; mumbling sweet things to you while he repeatedly pushes you to the edge, letting your beautiful visage twist up in blind pleasure, reveling in the feeling of your perfect body contracting around his hand as you nearly come over and over.
He's drunk on you, his eyes blown out, drool slipping down the side of his mouth as he continues to edge you. He loves being able to play you like a fiddle- knowing the places to touch that will make you feel good, knowing how to fuck you until you scream his name. He obsesses over every second spent with you, and it shows in his devotional lovemaking.
Your bleary eyes crack open to look at Johnny, finding his hazy baby blues in the steam and holding his gaze. You know you look like a debauched mess, but you stopped caring how you looked a while ago, now preferring to desperately chase the release that is being kept just out of reach.
Not that you're complaining. You rather like when Johnny gets like this.
“O-oh, baby doll I-” Johnny shudders, his voice cracking with the strain as his head dips. His hand doesn't let up, and in fact he picks up the pace, combining the thrusting and curling of his fingers to send fireworks shooting through your insides. “Mffh, you feel so-ho-ho good-” He whimpers, an odd little tune catching in his blissed out voice for a moment. It's cute, and makes you giggle softly amidst your pleasure.
Johnny's movement gets erratic for a few moments again, and noticeable tremors wrack his frame. His eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open, his low, crooning voice stuck releasing breathy, desperate moans as he fucks you.
He jolts suddenly, his eyes flying open, though they remain lovestruck and droopy, and he presses his forehead to yours again. “You're so beautiful-” He hums, his free hand coming up to cup your face. It's tender and loving, and a sharp contrast to the debauched way you're taking nearly his whole hand inside you.
But it's perfect.
“I- oh my, baby doll I-”
Johnny's hand slides down to your waist and grabs you there, the hand working inside you stutters but doesn't stop. He holds onto you tightly, his eyes screwing shut and his hips snapping forward against you.
You gasp softly, smiling with devilish interest when you realize what's happening.
You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh, throbbing hotly as he comes, shooting a load against the wet tile wall as he mutters and groans through it while continuing to finger you.
Watching him come without even being touched ignites an inferno inside you. His devotion to pleasing you is mind numbing. Your face is flooded with color, feeling impossibly hot and your insides feel like they're boiling. The water temperature has risen again, but that isn't why.
You watch his beautiful face contort in pleasure, pleasure that he derived by pleasing you. He clutches you close, not willing to let go or stop as he gently rocks his hips against you, while his hand rolls around inside of you relentlessly.
“Johnny- nnh-! Johnny, I-” You want to compliment him, tell him he's pretty, say he's doing well, anything- yet you cannot find the words. Your mouth is stuck open in a delirious smile, heat taking over your trembling frame as you feel the rubber bands in your belly snapping with a devastating intensity.
Johnny seems to hear the strain in your voice, or can feel your body tensing up, but regardless he cracks his eyes open as he pants, smiling down at you with hazy, tired eyes. “Yeah, gorgeous?” He grins down at you through the dark, curly ringlets of his hair, and that's it.
You suck in a breath, feeling like you're falling although you know you're well supported. Your legs shake and your hands grasp at your partner for purchase as an earth shattering orgasm is rocked through you suddenly.
You pull Johnny close, smashing your lips together, moaning against your connection as you tremble and and rock yourself forward, pleasant, warm waves rolling through you. It's embarrassing, but you buck against Johnny's hand, somewhat desperately, your body aching for more connection even though you're already feeling tired.
Johnny is more than pleased, you can feel him smiling against your lips, and even though you've closed your eyes, you just know he's probably watching you. His pace slows to something deeper; he rolls his whole arm to-and-fro, letting his long fingers drag almost all the way out before sliding back in and curling up in just the right way to make you moan.
It drives you crazy, stretching out an already explosive orgasm into a mind-numbing experience. All while Johnny watches you with that same lovestruck expression he always wears.
He shifts down, lips dropping onto your neck and sucking hard enough that there will certainly be a hickey. You can't help a delirious, breathy laugh at the feeling.
“Mh, you're so pretty like this.” Johnny whispers next to your ear, which makes chills erupt over your skin despite the temperature of the shower. He looks down between you, watching his hand slowly moving in and out of you, biting his lip seeing the thick trails of white over his digits. He moans, practically whimpering as he moves to kiss you again, “Oh, baby doll-”
Your arms wind around Johnny's neck as he closes in, and you open your mouth to return the affection with vigor. Your connection is hot, all tongues and teeth as you indulge in one another, both of you slowly coming down from your respective climaxes.
Your hands find his hair and pull gently, and he makes a strangled sound into your mouth that makes you blush. You'll have to try more of that next time.
Once you seem to relax, your body growing slack and uncooperative, Johnny finally pulls his hand out of you, slowly and carefully, but not before sliding a playful finger over your oversensitive clit. You gasp with a smile and swat at him, and he chuckles.
He touches your waist, his hands sliding over your slick skin sweetly, and firmly as to keep you upright while you get feeling back to your wobbly legs. He touches your foreheads together, hazy eyes back to staring at you with a palpable admiration. You look right back at him, although you're still a bit lost in the haze of steamy shower sex.
He smiles, he's always smiling, looking pleased and enamored, not to mention handsome. Even flush and out of breath, soaked and out of shorts; he couldn't look better.
Your hands rest on his chest, and you share a quiet, peaceful, glowing moment with Johnny. Your blissed out doe eyes locked onto his dopey blue ones as heaps of emotion flow between the two of you in the aftermath of your coupling.
Johnny smiles, reaching up to push a few wayward hairs from your face before cupping your cheek softly. He makes a quiet, pleased hum in his throat as he seems to take extra care in admiring you. Then he leans in, kissing you sweetly, tenderly. If you weren't pressed up against the shower wall your foot could have popped.
“Ready to actually shower?” He snickers as soon as he pulls away, bringing the vibe back to the playful monotony you're both used to. “Can't help but feel like we didn't get very clean this whole time.” He makes eyebrows at you in the corniest way imaginable, and you can't help but laugh and playfully smack his chest.
“Yes, but let's make it fast, I'm… so pruny.” You laugh, cringing at the wrinkly state of your hands. Johnny just belts out one of those glorious, crookedly melodic laughs of his, and your heart soars as you grab the soap.