Her Touch

.....As the steam from the shower fogs up the room, I watch her bathe every inch of her body. From her face, to her breasts, and all the way to her feet, I wait patiently for her to rinse the lathered soap from her body. I watch as she runs her fingertips over every curve she has underneath the water. I watch as it runs down her neck, onto her chest, and drips off of her nipples. I follow the water with my eyes until I hear her giggle and ask me, " What are you staring at me like that for?". In this moment I can no longer wait, I need to touch her, I need to feel her breasts against mine, I need to taste her lips. Looking into her eyes, I place one hand on her hip, the other on her throat, I push her against the shower wall, and whisper into her ear, " because I need to have you"....