I don’t know how he knows when I’m close to an orgasm. Maybe it’s just a lucky guess that he slows down just before I release every time, upping the torture. I have the feeling he knows exactly what he’s doing, and that keeping me on a line, drawing it out this long, is exactly what he has in mind.

It’s torture. I want to come, and every time I’m close, he changes something or stops abruptly. When he was fucking me hard from behind, my body threatened to rip into a shattering orgasm. Then he slowed down, and it subsided a little. Now that he’s moving slowly, sliding in and out of me, stroking my G-spot at leisure, the orgasm is coming back with a different force.

I focus on my body, paying attention to the release, willing it into being. But Parker has other ideas. Just as I’m getting lost in sexual bliss again, ready for the orgasm, he pulls out of me entirely.

God, it’s so frustrating! But it’s hot at the same time. I like that he takes control, not just of the sex and the positions, getting rough sometimes and trying new things, but of my orgasms as well. I look over my shoulder at him. I’m still breathing hard, despite him giving us a breather.

“What are you doing?” I ask. My hair has fallen over my face, and I peek at him through a curtain of hair.

“Come with me,” he says. He gets off the bed and holds his hand out to me. I take his hand. I trust him fully, and if he asks me to follow him without telling me where we’re going, I’ll go. I think I’m lost in the sex we’re having, but right now, that’s all I can think about.

Parker leads me to the en suite bathroom. It’s large, with a huge shower along one wall with a glass partition separating it from the rest of the bathroom, and a bath taking up the entire opposite corner. Two basins with a wide mirror finish it off, and everything is decorated with beige marble tiles and matching faucets.

Parker walks to the shower and turns on the water. Steam billows against the glass partition as the water rains down like a waterfall from two overhead sprays. Parker beckons me closer and puts his arm around me when I walk to him. He pulls me under the spray with him. The water is hot, just this side of scalding, and I feel it run through my hair and over my body.

Parker adjusts the taps so the water is just right. He reaches for a detachable showerhead, and I realize he can adjust the spray with a setting on the side. He sets the water to a pulsating spray and holds it against my skin, only an inch away so I feel the water against my skin like a massage. He kisses me and moves the shower head over my body. He starts on my breasts, and the pulsing against my nipples is a turn on. Slowly, he moves down my body, and I know where he’s headed.

I’ve always wanted to try this, but I’ve never had the opportunity. Now, Parker is about to make one of my fantasies come true.

I widen my stance to open my legs a little, and he moves the spray over my skin until it beats against my clit. It’s warm and relaxing, and hard and pulsing, all at the same time. The rhythm makes my core tighten, and I gasp involuntarily, feeling the hot water rain against my pussy. When I look up at Parker, his eyes are glued on my face. He’s watching my expressions, and his face is hungry. The water falls like rain around us, streaming over our bodies. I glance down and see his cock, straining, erect as ever.

Parker pulls my body against his so my side is pressed along the length of him. He doesn’t let up with the pulsing water, and I close my eyes, leaning my head against his chest. He moves against me, rubbing his cock against my hip. For a while, he uses me, rubbing himself all over me, spraying me with water, and all I can think about is how it feels. The combination of the hot water pouring all over me, the sensation on my clit, and his body sliding against me make me hungry for more. I still haven’t been allowed the orgasm he was building earlier, and the water, nice as it is, keeps me just on the edge and nothing more. It’s not enough to push me over.

“Please, Parker,” I whisper. I press my face into his neck and take the skin into my mouth, sucking on it, nibbling. His hand is on my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks. The sensory stimulation is almost too much to bear.

Parker removes the shower head from between my legs and puts it back on its hook. He pulls me against him and kisses me. The water flows over our bodies and into our open mouths as our tongues explore each other and we’re submerged. His hands roam my body, sliding over my breasts, my hips, and my ass. His cock presses hard and hungry against my lower stomach, but we’re lost in the feel of each other and the sensation of the water cascading over our bodies.

Parker backs me up so that my back is against the wall. The tiles aren’t cold. He pins me against the wall, one hand holding a wrist to the wall at my side. With his other hand, he reaches between my legs and fingers me. He pushes his fingers into me, and I gasp against his lips. He groans, and it’s a primal sound.

Then, he breaks the kiss and looks at me with dark eyes. He spins me around and presses me against the wall so that my breasts mash against the tiles. He pins me with his body again, his cock between my ass cheeks, and he bucks his hips.

I don’t have time to think before he pulls my hips away from the wall, leaning forward so he’s still pinning my upper body. He pushes into me with ease, and he slips right in because I’m so wet. Once he’s inside me, he starts fucking me. He presses me against the wall, and he fucks me from behind. His chest is against my back, his breath hot in my ear, and my cries are only partly muffled by the falling water. They still echo around the bathroom.

His cock gets bigger and harder inside me. I can feel how close he’s getting. His cock slams into me even faster and harder, and I cry out. Instinct takes over, and I brace myself, my body taking the onslaught of his sex. He grunts and moans. It’s hot, animalistic, and nasty. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

The orgasm builds inside me, fast, my body going numb. It’s only because he’s pinning me against the wall with his body that I don’t sag to the ground because I have very little strength left in my legs.

His strokes shorten, and he picks up speed yet again. I didn’t even know he could. His breath is ragged by my ear, and my body crashes into the tiles, again and again, but I don’t care. I can feel his balls slapping against my pussy and nailing my clit, and the combination of his hard fucking, his balls on my clit, and the primal sounds in my ear as he ravages me push me over the edge.

I’m first to tumble into the orgasm, and it shatters through me. I cry out, squeeze my eyes shut and my whole body tightens. I cry out again and again, the orgasm rocking my body just as hard as Parker is.

I can feel when he releases. He explodes inside me, pushing his hips against me, burying himself as deep as he can, and I can feel him pumping. He empties himself out inside of me. He gasps in my ear, and his body is stiff against mine. He jerks and spasms, and it feels like the orgasms last forever.

Finally, slowly, we come down from the rush. I’m breathing hard, trying not to choke on the water running into my mouth. My body is drained. Parker pulls out of me, and I’m gaping and raw. I turn around and lean my body against him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight, and the water runs over our bodies together.

My heart hammers against his chest, and standing like this, melded together under the hot water, I can’t tell where my body ends and his begins.

Slowly, my breathing goes back to normal, and somehow, I can stand again. I lean away from him a little and smile. He smiles back, his eyes gentle and filled with an emotion I can’t place. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me all over, planting kisses on my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, and finally my mouth.

“Have I told you how fantastic you are?” he asks. He doesn’t let me answer. Instead, he kisses me again.

When he finally lets me go, he reaches for the soap and works it up into a lather. He reaches for me and runs his hands over my body. He washes my body, running his hands over my skin. He pays attention to my breasts. His hands are large and able, and he rubs the muscle beneath the skin, giving me an erotic massage, but I don’t think about sex now. He’s pampering me, taking care of me.

When his hands slip between my legs, his fingers slide over my clit again and I shudder. I’m so sensitive.

I reach for the soap and do the same thing he did, working up a lather. I run my hands over his body. His muscles are hard and large beneath my palms. We explore each other’s bodies as if we haven’t spent hours getting to know each other intimately. I run my hand over his cock. He’s soft now, but with a bit of attention, my hands sliding over his balls and his shaft, he starts to get hard again. I know he doesn’t want sex, though. Neither of us do. We’re together in the shower, worshipping each other’s bodies, saying things with our hands that we can’t put into words. It’s a mix of eroticism and sensual affection, all at once.

Parker takes the portable shower head off the hook and adjusts the setting so the spray is soft and wide. He rinses me off, bit by bit, and I watch the soapy water swirl around our feet into the drain. I do the same for him until we’re both completely clean.

We’re in the shower together until the water starts running cold before Parker turns it off. He reaches for a large towel and wraps it around me before grabbing one for himself. He ties it around his hips and pulls me against him again, kissing me.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, and right now, I feel beautiful. I feel loved. I feel everything I should have been feeling as a married woman.

I don’t want to think about my situation, and I push it all away, not willing to let it ruin this bliss that I’m feeling. I can think about the other things later. Right now, I’m happy. Really happy.

I can’t remember when last I’d been this happy. I look at Parker, his dark hair wet around his face, his eyes a cerulean blue. I know that this happiness is directly tied to him. And right now, in the after-sex glow, being with him is all I want.