Gold Rush

The Shower

And there he was.
In his purest form.
Enough to make Adonis himself envious.

Jack closed his eyes as he stepped forward into the warm water, letting it forcefully land on his face and body for a few seconds before running his hand through his hair, slicking it away from his face. Sophie gazed on from the doorway of the open showers, fully absorbing this image on full display in front of her. How she wished his curves could be imprinted on her corneas.

Of course she already knew how amazing his body was, but it was a whole different ball game observing Jack when he was blissfully unaware.

She continued to watch on, taking in all the little details. The way the muscles in his back moved and rippled with him, nipples puckered from being exposed to the air, abdominal indentations forming that magical V shape.

Her eyes darted around Jack's body, covering all bases. She watched as he dripped the shower gel into his large palm, he gently slapped his hands together, creating a gradual lather before washing under his arms. He repeated this again until his upper body was coated in soap.

Still totally oblivious to the show he was putting on, Jack's hands travelled down to his stomach, pausing momentarily to rub in the soap before continuing their journey down his body, stroking his fingers along the thick hair that trailed from his belly button.
He stopped.
Sophie caught her breath.
Those long fingers paused at his base.
Their gazes met.

A smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and for a split second he debated going over and dragging her in with him. Instead he held himself and slowly, almost agonisingly, rubbed the remains of soap up and down his length. He knew exactly what he liked, what felt good and he wasn't ashamed to show her. She watched him do this for a short pause, until his dick quickly stood up in response to his own touch. Their eyes joined again and only intensified as she started to walk in his direction.

Whatever it was that Jack was trying to achieve, he'd won, she didn't care anymore. All evidence of rational thought rapidly washed away from her mind and a familiar throb pulsated throughout her body, she was physically unable to stand a single second more. Before she could stop herself, she kicked off her trainers and tore her clothes away.

From head to toe, he took her in, she was glorious and within seconds she'd pushed him back under the shower. Water cascaded over the both of them and the soap started running away, trickling down his legs to his feet. Sophie gasped as the water hit her. Hearing her response, he felt a rush of blood direct itself to his already hard dick. It suddenly felt more steamy, the hot air thick with lust and need.
Jack snaked his hands around her back, tilting his head to the side as their lips hungrily found each other.

From there, it all happened so quick.
Neither of them spoke, they didn't need to.
Just like always.

Both still under the warm, sprinkling water, Jack lifted Sophie up and she wrapped her legs around his firm waist. He eased himself into her, with virtually no effort required. They both gasped in unison, Sophie's hands grappled with his hair and the back of his neck. He held her up with her back against the tiled wall and shagged her until nothing made sense anymore.

They both ended up collapsed in a heap on the shower floor. Face to face, her legs remained lazily around him and his thick thighs now encased Sophie. Jack reached up and turned the shower off and used his fingers to lightly push the hair away from her eyes.

She heard a low, gravelly giggle escape from him as he smiled, 'Think that me thigh is much better now, no?'

Sophie smiled, her head foggy as the oxytocin flooded her body.

He was perfect.
Unbelievable.
All of the above.