I love singing. I always have, especially in the shower. I not the worlds best singer but for somersault meadow when I'm sing in the shower I think I'm Celine Dion. I was singing something Harry Styles like I always do. My fiancé hates it, that's why I do it. "Just stop your crying it's the sign of the times!!!!" I said. After that I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You know I hate it when you sing my songs," he said tuning me around. We were both getting hit by the water from the shower.
"I just think that I can sing them better than you that's all," I say cockily.
"Oh yeah?" He says kissing my neck.
"100%" I said laughing.
He kissed my lips gently while running his hands through my wet hair. I wrapped my hands around his back and legs around his waist and he held me up against a wall.
"Fuck Harry, I don't know how you do it," I said letting him... you know.
"It's called magic," he says kissing my neck once again.
He pushed his hips back and forth into me and I could help but moan. He is the actual god of sex.
When we were done and the shower was over I wrapped myself into a nice warm towel and lay in our bed. Harry joined me in a pair of boxers. We cuddles and soon fell asleep.
