What I Did in the Hotel Shower with My Husband
We went into the room knowing there were still a couple of hours before the dining room opened. Just enough time to rest a bit before going down to lunch. Or at least that was the excuse we’d told ourselves in the elevator. I left my sandals by the door and went over to the wardrobe with the intention of unpacking and keeping the clothes within easy reach.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bruno strip down to his underwear and throw himself onto the bed, taking over the air-conditioning remote and the TV. He’d been driving since dawn and the tiredness showed on his face, though not enough to stop him from looking at me.
I filled the hangers and most of the drawers, then pushed the empty suitcases under the dresser with my foot.
—I’m going to take a shower —I announced, raising my voice a little.
I opened the wardrobe door looking for clean towels, fully aware that his eyes were fixed on my back. It was the perfect moment to play for a while. I untied the knot holding up my capri pants and let them fall to the floor, accompanying the gesture with a very slight, calculated sway of my hips.
I was wearing purple panties that, with the bustle of the trip, had shifted just enough to show half a cheek. I knew perfectly well the effect that sight had on him.
Without giving him time to recover, I grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. While I gathered my hair into a messy bun with a clip, I unfastened my bra at the back. With a soft roll of my shoulders I let the straps slide down my arms and freed my breasts just as I bent to take off my underwear.
When I straightened up, I turned halfway around. The bulge stretching the fabric of his boxers betrayed how much he was enjoying my improvised show. I took a big towel and a sponge and headed for the bathroom.
As I passed by the bed, near the doorway, I turned my head. I let my gaze drop to his crotch without the slightest hint of shame, then lifted it again until I met his green eyes. I slowly bit my lower lip, savoring the anticipation, and finished going into the bathroom, pushing the door behind me but making sure not to close it all the way.
The invitation had been served.
***
As soon as the hot water started running and soaking my skin, I heard the soft creak of the hinges. I smiled under the stream. He hadn’t even taken ten seconds to jump out of bed.
I stayed with my back to the shower screen, letting the water beat against my chest and slide over my whole body. I felt the cold draft when he opened the glass door to slip in with me. He stretched out his arms and wrapped them around my waist, interlacing his fingers over my navel. His bare chest pressed against my shoulders and, instantly, I felt the hard, burning pressure of his erection trapped between my ass and his abdomen.
I shivered. I covered his hands with mine, pressing them against my stomach to keep him stuck to me. Settled between my buttocks, he began kissing my shoulders, gifting me tiny possessive bites. I let my head fall back, resting it against him, offering him my neck in complete surrender so he could run the tip of his tongue over it. I closed my eyes, intoxicated by the steam and by his touch.
His hands left my stomach and moved upward, barely grazing the base of my breasts in delicious torment. I could feel the pulse of his erection begging for attention against my skin, while my hardened nipples demanded exactly the same. At last he grabbed them. He massaged them firmly, kneading my wet flesh. I pressed my hands over his, urging him to be rougher.
He turned me halfway around and I found his lips with urgency. Our tongues collided, tangling with nerves and pure arousal. My belly brushed against him and my nipples flattened against his chest. Driven by instinct, I lowered one hand, took hold of him, and started stroking him, guiding his wet tip so it slid between my lips. The water kept falling over us, but the heat coming off me was of another kind, unmistakable.
He gripped my shoulders and gave me a slight push back to make me let go of him. He turned me around again, leaving me facing the tiles, and I felt him kneel behind me.
He started devouring my cheeks with kisses. He sucked and nipped at them while his hand moved without hesitation between my legs. His palm brushed my sex in a touch so perfect I couldn’t help stifling a moan. I was soft, freshly shaved, and extraordinarily sensitive. I felt his fingers descend little by little, until one traced a burning line that ran through me completely. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine.
With exquisite delicacy, he parted my lips. He could feel how much I was already throbbing, how badly I wanted him. Not wanting to prolong the agony any further, his fingers returned to my clit and he began to massage it very slowly. I grabbed the faucet with one hand and braced the other against the wall, feeling my knees threaten to give way at any moment.
He gradually picked up the pace. The speed of his fingers grew in direct proportion to the volume of my moans, which echoed through the bathroom. Just when I thought my legs wouldn’t hold me any longer, he stopped the massage for a second. His hands seized my waist and he pulled gently to force me to turn. I let him, now leaning my back against the cold tiles, facing him.
Bruno sat down on the shower floor, looking up at me. He took my ankle and lifted my leg, resting my foot on his shoulder to leave me completely exposed to his eyes. He grabbed my hips, pulled me closer to his face, and buried his mouth between my legs.
The scream that escaped me must have been heard all the way down the hotel corridor.
He hunted for my clit with marvelous desperation. He wanted to kiss it, bite it, feel it trembling inside his mouth. My thighs, trembling, framed his face and brushed his ears. He penetrated me with his tongue, drinking in the shower water mixed with my own desire. The pleasure was so overwhelming I had to let go of the wall to grab my breasts, pinching my nipples hard so I wouldn’t lose my mind.
He focused again on my clit, licking it greedily. My agitation turned into a series of little convulsions. I was soaked inside and out. His fingers met the slightest resistance as they slid into me. My body molded itself to him instantly. He began a deep, back-and-forth motion while his tongue dragged me, with no brakes, toward the finish.
I didn’t take long to come. My whole body shook from top to bottom in a violent spasm.
Bruno slowly straightened up. He stood in front of me, looking me in the eyes, and put one finger in his mouth, tasting me with a slowness that made me swallow. Then he offered me the other finger. He wanted me to taste my own flavor too. I took it, sucking his wet skin, and from my expression he knew I liked it as much as he did.
***
We finished showering, though really it was him who took care of soaping us both down. While he was washing me, his erection kept brushing my legs, my ass, and my abdomen the entire time, like a constant reminder of what was still left.
I left the bathroom before he did, wrapped in a towel to dry my hair. I threw myself naked onto the bed, raising my arms to rest them on the pillow, stretching every relaxed muscle in my body. When Bruno came out, my gaze went straight to his erection. I lifted my feet and started stroking him with my soles, uncovering the tip, where a thick drop was already shining. I used my fingers to spread it along his shaft.
He held my ankles to make the job easier, setting the rhythm and making sure I couldn’t get away. I watched as my feet gradually grew wet with him. Suddenly he pulled on my legs, dragging me toward him until I was right at the very edge of the bed, with my legs spread wide open.
I brought one hand to my sex and rested a finger on my clit. It was glossy, swollen with pure need. Bruno leaned down slightly, settling between my wet lips. I invited him in. He entered little by little, and I couldn’t stop watching how my own body embraced him until he disappeared completely inside me. We both sighed at the same time.
He brought my knees together, pressing my thighs against my chest, so my feet were almost brushing his face, and he increased the pace of his thrusts. My moans started becoming uncontrollable. I tried to silence myself by biting my lower lip, aware that hotel walls seem to be made of paper, but I was unable to hold back the flood. Bruno was on the verge of the edge. I stopped touching myself and let go, spilling over him in a series of intense spasms, capped by a long sigh of pure exhaustion.
He pulled out of me just in time, taking his own orgasm with him halfway there. His shaft was shining, completely covered in me.
I stood up at once. I gently pushed him aside from the edge of the bed, creating a small space between him and the mattress where I could kneel comfortably. I took him in both hands and, carried by the momentum of my own climax, I didn’t even take a second before taking him into my mouth.
My saliva mixed with the remnants of my pleasure, creating a thick heat that made him lose control much sooner than he would have wanted. Bruno gripped my shoulder firmly; it was our signal. I knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.
I reacted instantly. I pulled away, releasing him from my lips. I tilted my head slightly upward, opened my mouth, and placed my left hand beneath my chin like a tray. With my right hand I began stroking him with ruthless firmness, speeding up the pace while I felt his contractions kick under my fist.
At last he exploded.
The hot impact hit my face and slid slowly until it reached my tongue. I kept my hand moving, matching it to the jolts of his pelvis, milking him to the very last drop.
When the final spasm faded, I let him go. I used my right hand, now free, to gather what had remained on my face. I dragged it with my index finger and let it fall in a heavy thread into my left hand, which was still waiting patiently beneath my chin. Once I had collected it all, I spread it over my breasts with both hands. My nipples stood up again.
Bruno collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted, his breathing ragged. I stood up slowly, leaned over him, and gave him a deep kiss, shamelessly licking up what little was still left in my mouth so he could taste it too.
—It’s your turn to go back in the shower —I whispered in his ear before heading back to the bathroom with a smile.
We still had an hour before lunch. And knowing us, I very much doubted we were going to make it to the dining room on time.