Day by Day

Steamy Shower

"Please, come on."

"Harry..." I say resting my head on his shoulder, my hands on his biceps. "I'm so tired..."

"I know baby," his hands tangle in my hair and raise my head to look up at him, "this will help you relax." His hand rests in my jaw and a small kiss is planted on my nose. "Pleeease." He uses extra e's on the word please, almost like a small beg. I look at him and he wiggles his eyebrows up and down, smirking.

"Okay, but just a regular normal shower."

"Regular normal shower?"

"What I mean with that is no shower sex."

He drops his hand from my face and his arm from my waist and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Then what's the point?"

"To relax, like you said a minute ago. Pleeeeease."

"Okay fine, lets go 'relax'." He uses air quotes and starts walking to the bathroom. I walk behind him and start the shower. I turn around to see him take off his shirt and gym shorts. I notice I'm staring at his body as his smirk grows.

"You regret the no shower sex thing now, do you?"

"Maybe a little..."

He comes to stand behind me and takes off my shirt. He bends down a little to take off my boyshorts and the rest of my clothes. I step in the shower and he steps in behind me. He grabs my hand and spins me around so I face him. My arms go around his neck, resting on his shoulders and my hands push back his wet, dark hair. Our chests are pressed together, he looks down at me as the water runs down our bodies.

His eyes were looking at me very intently but as the seconds went by, his gaze was much more serious and intense. My hands keep pushing back his hair as his hands trail down my spine.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask him.

"You."

"What about me? That you think I'm the best girlfriend ever and that you love me so much it hurts deep in your heart?" I say jokingly.

"Yes, exactly that."

I close my arms together around his neck, pulling him closer. "You're my best everything. Best lover, chef, comedian, sex, roommate, my best friend." I place one hand behind his head and pull it down for a kiss. His lips are wet and slippery, slow against mine.

"Turn around, I'll wash your hair." He grabs my hand and spins me back again, my back against his chest. I hear the shampoo bottle being open. The cold shampoo stills on my head until two big hands starts massaging my scalp.

"This smells so much like you." I feel a small kiss on my cheek. I smile and let out a soft laugh.

"You like it? I like the smell."

"Mmm love it." I turn my head to the side to kiss the side of his mouth. His fingers grab some of the foam on my head and he brings them to my face, making me a foam beard. I turn around and he laughs at me.

"You like my beard?"

His eyes are shut closed and his laugh lights up the entire bathroom. "No, you look ridiculous."

"Hey, you made this beard", I say pointing at it. I grab some of the suds on my head and make him a beard too. "There, now we both have it. You look ridiculous too." I smile and stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. His arms pull me to him so I'm under the shower faucet. His hands massage my head again, this time the water running down the shampoo. A few minutes later my hair is done.

"Your turn. Well, my turn to wash that smelly hair, lets switch." I grab his bottle of shampoo and switch places with him, the water hitting against my back. I quickly put some shampoo on both of my palms and move my fingers through his hair.

"Can you move your head down? You're too tall for my arms." I laugh and he smiles, looking down at the floor. His head is now on my level of reach. I gently massage his head until it's time to wash off the shampoo.

"Where's that gel that you use? The one that smells like rain." He asks me.

"Right behind you," I point at the little bottle. He grabs it and pours some of the gel on a small sponge. He moves his finger in a circle, gesturing me to turn around. I do as I'm told. I feel the sponge on my back first. He stretches out my arms in front of me as the sponge leaves small bubbles on my skin. Harry's left arm hugs me from behind and his right right moves with the sponge over my neck. I rest my head on his shoulder as the sponge moves over my chest, lower over both of my breasts.

"So beautiful." Harry's voice comes out in a whisper against my ear. The sponge is now on my stomach, making small circle patterns. Harry bends down to move the sponge over my legs, knees, ankles and then between my thighs. The sponge comes up over my hip bone. He stands up straight and massages again my shoulders and neck. My hair is pushed over to my left shoulder as he kisses the right side of my neck. Tha sponge lands on the floor of the shower. Harry spins me around and his lips crash over mine.

I grab his green spong over the small shelf on the shower. His shower gel smells just like him, the smell invading my senses. I repeat his process but I don't tell him to turn around. We stay put, staring at each other.

I place the sponge over his left peck, over his nipple. I move the sponge over his right peck and then in between, moving up to reach for his neck. I move it from his neck, to his shoulder, down to his tattoed arm. I repeat his process, moving down to his tonned body and lower over his legs. I stand up straight and he takes the sponge from my hand, tossing it behind him.

Harry walks forward, making me walk backwards to wash our bodies with water. We stand together under the running water as the bubbles wash away from our bodies. He pushes my hair behind my ear and rests his hand on my jaw. His hand pulls my head up and brings me in for a kiss.

His lips are strong against mine. We pull away to breathe.

"You want me to clean you down there too?"

I stay quiet, thinking about it. Yes I do.

He stares at me waiting for my answer until I nod my head. He starts to kiss my neck, down to my shoulder, breast, stomach, until he's on his knees in front of me. He kisses my hip bone, over my groin and then between my thighs, were I needed him to kiss me. My right leg is pulled over his shoulder and I rest against the wall, the water falling over Harry's back.

His mouth is moving perfectly against me as I grow more and more impatient. One of my hands fists Harry's hair as the other one is over my stomach, holding on from what he's making me feel. One of his arms is around my waist and his other hand is over my thigh on his shoulder, holding me in place. The pressure starts building up in my stomach.

Harry looks up at me not with lustful eyes, but with sweet caring eyes. "Let go baby."

I let go and feel relief all through my body. Harry gives me one final kiss over my thighs and hip, standing straight.

"You enjoyed that?" His thumb caresses my face over my left cheek, my eyes lazy from the frenzy he just caused me. I smile and nod my head. His smile grows and I kiss him, his lips smiling wider over mine.

"Since there's a no shower sex rule currently going on, we could get out of here and stop wasting water and make good use of our big giant bed," he says. "What do you say?'

"Mmm, great idea." I move my hand behind my back to reach for the handle and stop the water. Steam has filled the entire bathroom and now it looks like a sauna.

Harry slides the door of the shower open and steps out, wrapping a towel over his waist. He grabs a dry towel from the shelf and holds it open for me to walk into his arms. I step out and he hugs me with the towel, slowly drying my skin and my hair playfully. He puts the towel over my shoulders and kisses my forehead.

"That was a very fun and relaxing shower."

"Yes, now lets go to the bed. We're alread naked so lets take advantage of it."

Harry grabs my hand and opens the door, the steam blowing out the door and cold air engulfing our bodies. I step closer to Harry as he walks to the bed.

"It's cold here." I tell him.

"You'll be hot in a couple of minutes."

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