I was setting my keys down on the table inside the doorway when I heard the tell tale singing that meant my lover was 
in the shower. My stomach twisted and heat pooled between my legs as I reached down to undo the ankle straps on my high heels so I could make my way through the tiled house quietly. Padding barefoot I worked the buttons on my shirt, removing it as I crept through the otherwise quiet house to the sounds of him singing “mama said knock you out”. I chuckled to myself as I tossed my shirt on the back of the sofa and started work on the zipper of my skirt.
By the time I reached the bedroom all that was left to do was to sit down to remove my stockings and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor as I stood. My panties were the last to come off and with a flick of my foot I tossed them into the corner of the room. I could clean up later but right now all I wanted was my hands on my man’s wet soapy body.
The door to the bathroom stood open.
Steamy heat hit my body as I crossed the threshold. I sent up silent thanks to the designer who insisted that the clear glass steam shower was the way to go. Through it I could see the outline of his body as he lathered himself; his back to me. I opened the door and watched him stiffen then relax when he realized it could only be me. His back, strong and broad, came into clearer view through the haze of steam and my hands sought it out.
He sighed and leaned back into my fingers as they massaged and caressed him. He handed me the soap and I quickly worked it over him then used the pads of my thumbs to stroke hard along his spine, coming to end at his ass. Up and down I massaged his soapy body and he groaned his approval when I worked his neck and shoulders as well. Those massage classes were my treat to him and we both benefited from them.
The sight of my hands on his body always turned me on. My sun kissed tan hands, manicured with rings sparkling and bracelets tinkling on his muscled deep coffee colored skin always looked so sexy to me. Soaping my hands some more I moved my hands lower to his ass and massaged there as well before giving it a playful slap. In a heartbeat he spun around and pressed me up against the tiled wall at the back of the shower.
“Careful, woman.” he warned.
I leaned up on my tip toes to kiss him before taking the soap and gliding it over his chest and stomach. His hardened cock bobbed between us as he stepped back but I didn’t give it any attention…yet.I loved watching his muscles jump at my touch, quiver under my skillful hands. Ironic since he was the one who made a living off those glorious hands.
“How was work today, dear?” I asked sweetly as I pressed my body against his.
“Trying. Women never know what they want until a man tells them.” He answered.
I pulled back to quirk an eyebrow at him and would have been upset if this was not a long standing joke between us. Apparently building homes for rich women who can’t make up their mind isn’t as fun as one would think. Luckily I was smart enough to leave the design of our simple home in his capable hands.
“Poor baby had to coddle women all day. Sorry, love.” I mocked as I moved forward to reach for the shampoo. Squeezing some into my hand I requested that he sit on the bench in front of me and began to massage his scalp as I washed his hair. He leaned forward, resting his hand on the soft but taunt flesh of my belly and breathed deeply, content.
“You have no idea. Half the time I end up choosing for them anyway and they love it. Why won’t they just trust that I know what I’m doing? It’s the company name on the line, my name, I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.” he vented.
“Some women just don’t know how to let go of the reigns.” I said simply. “For right now though, why don’t you just let go and trust me?”
“With pleasure, honey.” He said as his lips found my stomach and his hands caressed my thighs. Pushing away from him I reached out the door to the shower and grabbed the towel from the heated towel rack.
I folded it and dropped it on the floor of the shower.
His eyes questioned but only for a second as I sank to my kneed on the towel and looked up at him. His mouth came down to meet mine and his tongue plunged, hungry and hot, into my mouth. Those strong rough hands found my breasts and kneaded them into taunt peaks before rolling my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. I broke the kiss to look down and watch his large hands on my body.
My hands found his thighs, massaging and stroking their way to his generously sized cock. It may not be true that all black men are well endowed, I wouldn’t know, but mine sure was. Soaping my hand a little I began to lovingly clean his cock stroking up and down and savoring the weight and heat of him. Dropping my other hand to his balls I rolled them gently in my hand cleaning those as well. Resting his head back on the tiled wall my man closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation and I smiled at his pleasure.
Rising on my heels I was able to reach the button on the wall next to his head that turned on the overhead rectangular rain shower head my brilliant husband suggested. Leaning back I allowed the water to fall over his lap, rinsing him clean before switching the control panel to a fine mist. The water beading and rolling down his chest mesmerized me and my tongue darted out to catch and drink it up.
His hands found my hair, still up on pins from work and quickly loosened my mass of curls down around my shoulders. He pushed it back from my face then wrapped his hand in it while I trailed my tongue around his torso, flicking its hardened tip against his nipples then nipping my way slowly down to that subtle V to his groin. My tongue laved the crease of the V and I grinned when his hips thrust upwards. Ending his torture I let my mouth slide down to his magnificent member.
I started the sweetest of tortures.
My lips then tongue made an achingly slow path from the base of this shaft to the tip and back down again. The mist on my back tickled and the heat between my legs was more than a little distracting. I reached down to my core and began lazy circles on my clit and moaned around his head as I slurped it into my mouth. The taste of him, soapy and manly exploded on my tongue, I love his taste. Bobbing my head I took more and more of him into my mouth as my hand worked the bottom of his shaft. My hand worked faster between my own legs until he lifted his head and looked down at me.
In one swift motion I was lifted from my knees and was standing in front of him facing the wall. Instinctively I spread my legs and felt his warm breath on my wet slit and shivered. His tongue dove into me, lapping from my ass to my clit before sucking it into his mouth. Mewling I rotated my hips slightly and with a delicious slurping pop he released my clit and spreading my ass cheeks with his hands drove his tongue into my sweet hole. If there was a heaven this surely was as close as you could come on earth.
“You are so wet, my love. You’re always so ready for me.” He said in amazement. I whimpered a protest when he stood but quieted when he lifted one leg onto the bench before sinking balls deep into me in one sure stroke.
I cried out and pushed against the tiled wall to meet his thrusts. His strong hands on my hips pulled me and pushed me off him as he continued to pump into me. Already close before he entered me I was already on the edge. My toes curled on the bench, clenching and unclenching and my legs began to shake. His hands on my hips went around my waist as he prepared to hold up my shaking weight but he never stilled in his thrusts.
My legs gave out as my climax rolled through me.
So full of him I clenched onto him so hard with my silky walls that I could feel him having difficulty withdrawing to thrust again. He groaned against my neck and letting go of my weight a little let me fall deep onto him as he spurted his thick load deep inside me.
I was still shaking when my muscles finally relaxed enough to release him. He turned me, kissing me deeply and telling me how much he loves me before he sat me down on the bench to begin his turn washing my body.
