Possessing the Princess

Even though I’d already cleaned up, the idea of her naked and sleek and gleaming was far too tempting to pass up. I shed my suit and let myself into the large steamy room.

She was a silhouette behind the patterned glass enclosure, a gently rounded female form in side view as she tipped her head beneath the raining spray.

With my cock hard and my heavy balls swaying between my thighs, I slid the door silently open and joined her.

Her eyes were closed, her raven hair a long wet cascade behind her. She didn’t see me as she massaged fragrant shampoo into her long tresses.

Water poured over her, dripping down her arched body, beading on her black raspberry nipples, slithering down her tummy and glistening like diamonds on the curls above her pussy.

My prick lurched at the sight of her, precum pulsing from the head. I shifted forward and, at the hot steely impression of my cock on her belly, her eyes slit open.

“Aris!” She immediately moved her hands to cover her nude, wet body.

“It’s not as if I haven’t seen you naked already.” Closing my fingers around her wrists, I bundled her hands together and clasped them behind her back.

Before she could go on the attack, I bent over her. I settled my lips on the underside of her delicate jaw, kissing the heated flesh.

She quivered but perhaps the hot water had lulled her because her head lolled back.

“Mmm. I like you this way,” I murmured, appreciating her submission, licking to her earlobe.

“I should knee you in the balls.” Her dark eyes opened, lashes all thick and spiky.

So much for submission, but I’d get there yet. Besides, she hadn’t moved away from me.

Releasing her wrists, I reached for an unfamiliar, expensively packaged bottle of bodywash. She must’ve packed it with her other belongings last night.

Under her surprised gaze, I poured a liberal amount into my palm. I worked up a thick lather, a heady, feminine scent curling with the misty water. Then I began washing my princess.

Steam shrouded us together and bubbles coursed down her decadently sleek skin. I soaped from her collarbone to her shoulders and all down her arms. She was especially sensitive at her inner elbows and wrists, emitting hot little hitches of breath.

I soaped her tummy, and foam trailed to the treasure between her legs.

Roaming up, I lathered her tits, thumbing her areolae, pinching the darker caps.

A moan skipped from her lips, and I smiled.

“Turn for me, Roya.”

She obeyed without a word of protest, earning a groan from me. I scooped the wet length of her hair over one shoulder then took my time soaping her back. I paid the utmost attention to her thick ass, getting harder as bubbles lathered in the tight seam between both cheeks.

Unable to hold back, I spread those jiggly crescents wider and settled my meaty cock along that foamy channel. I thrust up, just once, and Roya pressed her palms to the glass in front of her.

Drawing back, I tugged the dangling ends of her hair. “Which one is the conditioner?”

Roya turned her face, and I saw a glimpse of surprise there as if she couldn’t believe I was actually going to finish washing her. Then she swallowed and pointed at another bottle.

After helping myself to a generous amount of the cream, I carefully untangled her hair, smoothing with my fingers as I went. I spun her again, supporting the nape of her neck as I dipped her beneath the spray.

When I’d rinsed the conditioner, I rubbed my thumbs from her cheeks to the corners of her mouth. I captured her gaze with mine.

“I was thinking about what you said. About never having touched a cock before.” Against her belly, my dick—big and unavoidable—rubbed against her. “Did you like it?”

Her cheeks heated beneath my fingers, and she lowered her eyes.

She pulled in an almost shocked gasp at the sight of my cock brushing her tummy then she whispered, “Yes.”

Grunting a curse, I poured my own soap into her hand. “Touch me.”

With a tremble but little hesitation, Roya began working me. She stroked my shaft slowly with both soapy hands. At the top of my cock, she played her palm across the broad dome. Stroking to the bottom, she caressed my balls.

She even teased fingertips along the frenulum.

Blyad.She learned fast.

Groaning with each pass of her hands, I watched something alter in her expression. She became bolder, flushed with pleasure that she could reduce me to a rutting beast with her fingers alone.

Bucking into her hands, slipping up and down through the hold of her loose fists, I pounded the side of my hand to the wall behind her.

“Kiss me the way I showed you last night,” I demanded hoarsely.

A small mewl leaving her throat, she tipped up against me. Her mouth searched out mine, her tongue exploring my lips while her fingers discovered every throbbing vein on my blood-engorged dick.

As soon as she darted her tongue into my mouth, I knocked her hands away. I brought them to my shoulders, returning the greedy kiss. Then we were kissing furiously, rubbing one another all over. Our hands roamed, our hips rocked, our wet bodies clashed together with the shower raining down over us.

Grasping her waist, I stilled her.

“What?” she gasped out, peering at me from those dark fathomless irises.

I bit her chin then lowered my cock. I levered the fat length between her thighs. I parted her plump wet pussy with the shaft.

Her eyes shuddered closed.

And then we were kissing again.