I Knelt Before Him in the Shower at Dawn

I woke up late, with the sheets tangled and my body still marked by the night before. Adrián had taken me for hours, unhurried and without permission, until he left me wrecked on the mattress. I stretched out a leg and felt the delicious sting of what was left of him in me.

The other side of the bed was empty. From the bathroom came the murmur of water hitting the tiles, that warm sound I know by heart. I stayed there for a moment listening, eyes half-closed and a smile no one could see.

I didn’t need to think about it. My body already knew where it was going.

I got up naked, not bothering to look for anything to cover myself with. The cold of dawn clung to my skin and raised gooseflesh all over me, my nipples hard, the back of my neck tense. I walked barefoot down the hallway, careful not to make a sound, like a thief slipping in to steal the one thing that already belonged to her anyway.

I pushed the bathroom door open just a few centimeters. Steam escaped toward me, warm and thick, and inside the fogged-up shower stall I saw him.

Adrián was turned away from me, his head thrown back under the spray. Water ran down his broad shoulders, slid along the curve of his back, and disappeared between his legs. His hands were tangled in his hair, rinsing it, eyes closed, oblivious to everything. The bathroom’s white light outlined him like a statue that breathes.

I kept looking at him longer than I should have. The way the soap drew white lines across his skin. The way his cock hung heavy and calm between his thighs, still half asleep. My mouth filled with water.

He’s mine. This whole morning is mine.

I opened the shower door carefully and stepped in. Hot water hit me at once and made me close my eyes for a second. When I opened them, he still hadn’t turned around, trusting, letting the stream wash over him.

I said nothing. I reached out and took him in my fingers, slowly, with my palm slick with soap. I felt him warm and soft in my hand, and I began to stroke him lightly, from base to tip, without any urgency.

Adrián tensed. Not in surprise, but in recognition. He knew it was me. No one else would come in like this, silently, looking for him with her mouth open.

—Good morning —he murmured, voice hoarse, still without opening his eyes.

I didn’t answer with words. I went down.

I knelt on the tiles, indifferent to how hard the floor was, indifferent to the water running down my back and soaking my hair. From down there he looked enormous. I watched him grow in my hand as I brought him toward my face, and before taking him in, I let my breath brush against him, let him feel the heat of my mouth before my tongue.

I kissed him first. One slow kiss on the tip, another on the side, while my hand held him steady. I felt him harden against my lips, wake up at last, and that transformation excited me more than any caress he could have given me.

Then I took him into my mouth.

Slowly at first, letting him get used to my warmth, letting the water and soap mix with my saliva. I had him halfway in, playing with my tongue over the head, pausing where I knew he liked it most. I felt him pulse, heard him let out his breath between his teeth.

Adrián opened his eyes.

He looked down and found me there, kneeling in front of him, his cock between my lips and my eyes fixed on his. I love that moment. I love him looking at me while I do it, seeing who I am when I surrender: a woman whole for him, with a different body but desire just as wet, his morning little slut kneeling in the water.

—Look at yourself —he said, and his voice cracked a little—. Look how much you like it.

And I did like it. Not out of obligation, not out of habit. I liked the weight of him on my tongue, the salty taste beginning to emerge, the way his control unraveled with every movement of my head.

***

He put his hands in my wet hair. He didn’t pull yet, just held me, setting the rhythm he wanted. I let him. I relaxed my jaw, loosened my throat, gave him the control he loves to take.

—Do you remember that I can take all of you? —I meant to say, but I couldn’t speak, so I said it with my body. I let him in deeper.

Adrián gave a low groan, that deep sound that comes out of his chest when he stops pretending to be calm. He started moving. First gently, measuring me, and when he saw that I wouldn’t pull away, that I was opening wider, taking him all the way, he lost his patience.

He gripped my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth like it was another part of me. Hard, hungry, driving in until my nose almost touched his belly. I breathed whenever I could, in the seconds he gave me, and each time he pushed back in I felt my throat open for him.

The water fell over both of us. My hands were on his thighs, nails dug into his wet skin, holding myself up on him while he used me. There was nothing dignified about that scene and that was exactly what made it perfect. Me on my knees, soaked, deliberately drowning in him. Him standing, owner of everything, ruling my mouth as he pleased.

—Like that —he gasped—. Just like that, don’t move.

I didn’t move. I stayed still, offered up, letting him do all the work, letting him use me. I felt him get harder, more urgent, the thrusts shorter and deeper. I knew him. I knew he was on the edge.

And I wanted him there. I wanted his ending in my mouth, his surrender in exchange for mine.

Adrián threw his head back, the muscles in his neck tense, and let out a rough cry that bounced off the tiles. I felt him explode in my throat, pulse after pulse, hot and thick, and I drank it all down without losing a drop. Every beat of him ran through me, made me feel more woman than ever, that woman of his, insatiable, who daydreams about moments like this.

I kept him in my mouth until the last tremor. I cleaned him with my tongue, slowly, gathering what was left, not letting go until I’d left him spotless. He looked down at me from above, exhausted, with the loose smile of a satisfied man.

—You’re incredible —he whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I finally let him go and stood up, my knees marked by the tiles and my body on fire without him having touched me. I pressed a kiss to his chest, right where his heart was still pounding, and let him finish showering.

***

I got out of the shower naked and dripping, barely drying myself. I threw a robe over my wet shoulders and went to the kitchen. The day was waiting for him, a long workday, and I wanted him to leave home happy, taking my taste with him.

I made coffee. I whisked eggs, sliced bread, squeezed oranges. I love taking care of him afterward just as much as I love giving myself up before. They’re two sides of the same thing: being his in the shower and being his in the kitchen, attentive to his mornings like no one else is.

Adrián appeared dressed, smelling clean, knotting his tie in front of the hallway mirror. He came into the kitchen, hugged me from behind, and kissed my neck while I poured the coffee.

—You’re going to make me late every day —he said against my skin.

—You complain, but you don’t move away —I replied, laughing.

He ate breakfast standing up, in a hurry, glancing at me sideways every time I moved around the kitchen with my robe open. When he finished, he set the cup in the sink and took my face in his hands to give me a long kiss, not caring that he was tasting himself in my mouth.

—Tonight it’s your turn —he promised.

—Tonight —I repeated.

I walked him to the door and watched him leave, that man who is mine every morning. Mine, yes, even though we both know I’m not only his. He accepts that. He even likes knowing that others desire me, that there are people dreaming about what he gets to have every day. That freedom is part of us, and neither of us would change it.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, still hot, still thinking about him.

I went upstairs, untied my robe, and looked at myself in the mirror. The woman looking back at me had mussed hair, swollen lips, and an idea in her head.

Because the morning had been for him. But I had the afternoon planned for something else.

A surprise, I thought, and the idea alone made me smile. Something I’d been preparing for days, something that would leave him speechless when he came back from work.

But that, my darlings, is another story. And I’ll tell it to you soon.