I was done washing my hair when Marc stepped in closer behind me, breathing on my back, our skins touching.
Every cell in my body wanted to turn out and push him out of there. Yell at him, and jolt myself out of this situation. But I couldn't do it. I was being driven by something in me that I had no control over.
He started to slide soap all over my body. I could feel hw hard he was getting against my ass as he lather my breasts in soap.
Placing a hand on the back of my neck and other on my hip, he pushed me forward against the wall, while pulling my ass against him.
I loved every second of being touched by him. Is this the same Marc I had known all this while. Gentle but firm. Slow but steady. Calcualative but Decisive. He knew what he was doing to me. I felt, for the first time, a desire in me. I longed for him in that moment. He slid his fingers until he reached my wet lips.
He began to move his fingers around my lips, gently playing with my clit.
My body moved readily to his touch, anticipating his next move. I almost bit my lip. invitingly.
He used the tip of his cock from behind to rub against my clit, squeezing my breasts. He held my nipples in both his hands.
At a loss of words and overwhelmed with sensation I glided my hands up and down. Our bodies shivered in delight.
He wrapped his arms around me, leaving no space between us. One in a deep embrace. I could feel his length against me. He ran his hands through my wet hair and the back of my neck, kissing, nibbling, licking.
I turned around and pulled on his hair until our lips met again. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, as his tongue stroked mine with a passion that burned my skin.
He wanted to tease a little more. His fingers, massaged my breast, hardening my nipples before slowly passing down. They brushed at first around my legs. He moved his fingers in slow but strong circles and I let out a little groan of pleasure.