I’m not completely sure, but I think the force of the orgasm might have actually caused me to black out for a moment or two.

All I know is that one moment, the touch of Jason’s tongue on my clit was driving me to the most intense climax of my life, and the next thing I know Jason is back on his feet, has turned me around so my back is to him, and is carefully massaging shampoo into my hair. It’s not my brand and will probably do horrible things to my hair once it dries, but since it smells like Jason, I decide I don’t care.

I close my eyes and lose myself in the simple pleasure of feeling someone massaging my scalp. Scalp massages have always been one of my most favorite things in the world, but since having Kelsey, I haven’t been able to afford to go to the salon and have been trimming my own hair, so it’s a pleasure I’ve been denied for so long.

Even though he’s the only guy who has ever touched me like this, I suspect that he’s the only one capable of taking my body to such lengths. I simply can’t imagine any other man making me feel even half so good. That’s one of the reasons I actively avoided entering into a relationship with anyone else after Jason and I parted ways.

“Mmm,” I purr. I’m tempted to rub myself, cat like, against him. I don’t think he’ll object.

“Like that, do you?” Jason growls in my ear.

“Very much.” I’ve always enjoyed washing my hair and having it washed, but I never suspected that the simple chore could become an erotic experience.

As the water rinses the shampoo from my hair, Jason reaches for the body soap. He ignores the loofah, and pours the dark green soft soap directly onto his hand. I watch him, anticipating what’s about to come next. Unsure whether or not I’ll be able stand another round.

Just as he’s about to return the soap for the shower caddy, I reach for it. This time I’m not going to be a passive participant. If I’m going under, he’s going with me.

We run soap-slick hands over one another’s bodies, swapping kisses as we slowly, lazily explore curves, crevices, and planes. He leans forward, biting my lip. I reward him by pouring just a bit more soap on my hand and letting it slide down his body until I encounter his cock. I wrap my slippery hand around it. Measuring its width first, testing its weight, before sliding my palm along its length.

“Holy mother of …” he wheezes as his dick jumps in my hand. The veins in his neck stand out as he bows his head and struggles to catch his breath.

His response delights me, driving me to push him even further.

“Oh,” I coo. I pump my hand a little, loving how he responds to that slight change, how it makes him grow longer and harder with each little move I make. “Looks like I’ve found something you like.”

“If you’re not careful …” he pants.

“What?” Enjoying the shift in power, I lean forward and nip his nipple. He shudders and his cock grows even larger. “Turn around is fair play.”

I slowly slid my hand up and down his shaft, moving with the same exquisite slowness he treated me to when he took me earlier today on his bed. He moans, the sound coming from a place deep inside of him, and bows his head, resting his brow on my shoulder.

Interesting. If he reacts this strongly to my hand, what will happen when I…

Putting action to thought, I lower myself to my knees in the tub. Ignoring how the change in location means that the water is spraying directly into my face, I lean close to Jason’s dick. Holding it steady with one hand, I lick the end of his erection, tasting the salt of his pre-cum.

Above my head, one of his hands slams into the bathroom wall and he lets out a low moan that shoots straight to my pussy.

Needing to see him, I tip my head back, squinting against the water, and am surprised to find him looking down at me. I keep my gaze locked with his as I open my mouth and encase him in one long, smooth, slow motion. I instinctively relax my throat until I hold his entire length on my tongue.

His thighs tremble and I hear him mouthing curses as I lazily lick the cock’s underside. Encouraged by both the obvious sounds of his pleasure and the steady vibration of his still expanding cock, I suck and lick harder, using one hand to caress his scrotum at the same time.

His thighs tremble and he utters a hoarse scream.

Without breaking contact, I rock back on my heels and prepare for his climax, thrilled that I have brought him to this point.

The trembling in his spine tells me how close he is to experiencing the same shattering climax he gave me, but just before that happens, he jerks back. His hands come down and grab me around the shoulders, pulling me to my feet.

With a fierce look on his face that is one hundred percent alpha male, he pins me to the shower wall. I feel each individual tile digging into my shoulders as he lifts my left leg and wraps it around his hip. With a primal cry, he slams himself into me until his shaft fills my vagina, which grips him tightly, welcoming him.

He buries his face in my breasts, nipping and biting, lighting a fire that starts in my chest and ignites my blood.

Reaching between us, he finds my sensitive nub and rolls it between his fingers.

The heat between us is so intense that I’m surprised our skin doesn’t scratch as we climax at the exact same time.