"You can scrub my back, I'll have the opportunity to scrub yours when you're through."
"No... I did that last time. Today you're the one who's supposed to scrub my back first, babe."
"Wait, how many times have we?"
"Counting today? Five? Maybe more?" He answered, unsure. "Thank god for condoms."
"Whoa! Five times? Already?" She inquired. "Someone's not getting tired of me that fast."
"Hey, I'm not giving you up that easily. We have our own gospel to preach you know?"
"At this rate, I can see myself getting pregnant very soon. This gospel of ours needs different chapters." She curled her arms around his wet moist waist. The water from the shower hit their naked bodies as it made its way to the bathroom floor.
"Like what? We have already talked about renting a new home in downtown Seattle once I land myself a good job."
"Yeah, that's nice. You need a job by the way."
"You don't have to remind me every time sweetheart, I'm working on it as we speak." His rough voice was coarse against the sound of the dropping water.
"How?" She asked. "What I can see working is this huge thing of yours down below."
"It has talents I know." He said before chuckling a little bit.
"Doesn't beat the tongue though." She told him, a smile working up its way on her lips. "I still can't get how good you are that?"
"Now, I sound offended. Someone's stopped praising the big almighty in the room."
"I like what you do babe, don't let your tongue feel jealous." She said as she scrubbed his wet dark hair with her fingers. "I like everything about you, good and bad... both of them."
"Thank you." He responded. "Though I know I'm not bad downstairs right?"
"I'm not answering that Mike."
"You're what?" He asked, astonished. "After all the wailing you did back there?"
She bit her lip playfully, swaying her hair around as he watched her. She drew circles on his hairy chest with the tip of her finger. Round and round it went. Her dark eyes looked at him, as she pressed herself onto him. "I'm not answering that."
"Oh, fine with me." He told her. He immediately grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up so that she was looking down on him, her hair reaching close to his manhood that hung long and heavy between his legs. He pinned her against the wet wall and she curled her legs around him as her palms rested on his shoulders. She felt her pussy lips part, when he entered her channel once again as slow as a tortoise, perhaps even slower.
"Oh... Ooh my god!" She moaned and bit her lip. "Fuck"
"Still nothing?" he asked mockingly.
"No." she joked.
"You really want us to have sex in here?" Mike asked her.
"Make me climb this wall like a gecko and I'll cook dinner for you today. No take-outs. Just a special diet from the Padalecki's family book recipe." Shallon told him as her sex ground with his that had already slipped out.
She was heavier. 'He must be exhausted already,' she thought. But his fingers were still digging into her hips, fingertips holding into her wet skin, biceps supporting her whole. Her long hair tangled with his grasp, a little slip up perhaps, and a hospital bed would be occupied for a week, or even more. 'Hold onto me more tightly,' her mind told him to do so. Wet wall called for her back, while her chest called back for him. Like the sides of a coin, man and tile pressed her in between.
Her eye-line dropped when he let go of her with one hand, the other one barely holding on. She wondered where it had disappeared to, as her eyes drifted down below. She hooked her fingers on the base of his shoulder, and hung onto him like the lover that he was, the wet slippery floor call casting all along. 'Don't drop me.' Shallon thought again. She was thrown so subtlety in the air before he held onto her again when she dropped down immediately. Before she had time to render, she felt him inside her again, and a little moan escaped from her cold breath.
She hissed, wincing and arching choreographically, but he didn't give her time to care. His fingers dug into the temporary grooves of her skin, pressing in and out. When he throbbed the first, she held on, knowing what she was asking for. The next one was a little too much, and she heaved upwards, her slippery hands losing grasp on his shoulders, holding the wet wall in desperation. And another, and another. She gasped as he moved in and out of her, her body slotting into bends of every manner. Her eyelids drew closer, as he pulled moans from her. She released her tiny sounds, whines, and curses and what she thought was probably his name. A faraway sound made her open her eyes, and she looked at him.
"Wait. Did you hear that?" She broke from the moment.
"What?"
DING DONG! The sound came again.
"That." She told him.
"Was that here?" Mike asked her as he paused in her. She was struggling to catch her breath, whatever she had too insufficient to supplement her. Shallon nodded.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I mean I've lived here since I joined UOW. I know what my doorbell sounds like." Shallon Padalecki told him.
"And who the hell might be visiting a time like this?" Mike asked. "Were you expecting a visitor today? On a weekend?"
"No. Mike get me down. I need to get the door." Shallon said. He slowly pulled out of her and helped her down. "You win your dinner." She told him.
"Go see who's there. I'll be waiting for your sweet ass here." He told her as she pulled a towel around her body. She got out of the bathroom after Mike had spanked her ass.
"Just can't get enough of me, can you?" She asked as she walked away, squeezing water from her long hair with the power of her hands. She took about two minutes to put on something light, just not to look naked before her visitor. Some simple grey sweatpants and a grey vest.
Shallon opened the door and looked at the road to where her visitor was retreating.
"Mrs. Layla." She called out. Layla turned around and saw her. "What a surprise."