I kissed the nape of his neck and held him in my arms as I made longer strokes with the pumping of my hips. “Are you gonna be able to come?” I asked him. XXX “Let’s shower!”
Tired as I was, it wasn’t a bad idea. We worked quietly, caressing, cleaning, exploring. Neither one of us could get away from the other, though we each tried, backing into corners, turning backs, only to freeze our backsides. “I don’t know if I can come again, but just let me do this for a minute or two.”
Tyler grunted. We embraced, and used our hands and the water to wash away soap. I got used to Tyler’s, though. “Un-be-liev-able!” Tyler exclaimed under his breath.
