I couldn’t sleep. I had tried for what felt like hours, even though the clock said it was less. My eyes were tired, but even when I closed them, I felt no relief. Every position I lay just felt awkward. like my joints didn’t fit right in my body. I finally gave in and just got up, thinking that maybe a hot shower would relax me enough to get some sleep tonight. I slipped out of bed, leaving my sleeping lover snoring softly tangled in satin sheets. I carefully closed the bathroom door before turning on the light, not wanting to wake Mr. King with the light.
The marble floor was cold to my feet, but as I turned on the water the room began to heat up from the steam. I put in my settings on the digital display, setting the three shower heads to a toasty pulsating spray with the steam function turned to high. I stepped into the warm water, enjoying the heat and feeling the moist air in my lungs.
The water tinkled softly into the drain, and I could feel my worries going with it; I took the moveable shower head off the wall and set the water to a heavy stream, putting it on my shoulders. The water massaged them, the heat and pressure forcing my neck and shoulders to unclench. I didn’t even realize how tense they were until they started to loosen.
My job was stressful. It was a good kind of stress, and I really enjoyed the challenges of working for King Enterprises. Gregory King, the blonde boyish prince of hand-held security software, was a good boss. Demanding, controlling, and exacting, but only because he truly cared about his company. He insisted on perfection and I had to work hard every day to perform to his high expectations. It was a constant challenge to stay a step ahead of his desire, to make sure I had the information he was going to want, and problem solve to find solutions to any problem that arose.
I smiled, remembering the day the FBI cybercrime unit called Mr. King with the news they had arrested Cirrus, an angry ex-employee, for violating federal cybercrime laws. I had helped save the company from disaster and Mr. King had called me extraordinary that day. In public. The memory still made me glow with pride.
I moved the shower head to my other shoulder, letting the hot water melt away the tension. It wasn’t his corporate side that I was in love with though. It was the side he showed outside the office, the side that only I got to see, that made my heart sputter in my chest. I spent most of my nights now at his mansion, enjoying his company. He found ways to satisfy my body, which let sleep come quickly to me when I was with him.
I was pretty sure I was in love with him, but I hadn't found the right time to tell him yet. I had a terrible fear that I would tell him how I felt, and he wouldn't feel the same. I wanted to hear him tell me he loved me, but I couldn't bear the thought of losing him. He was the center of my world, both privately and publicly. I couldn't afford to tell my boss that I loved him and risk losing my job if he didn't feel the same. I couldn't risk losing both my job and my heart. I needed him. His warmth at night kept away the nightmares, and I slept better knowing he was there. Just not tonight.
I moved the shower head off my skin for a moment, rolling my shoulders and working the lingering tightness. A naughty thought streaked through my head, and I considered moving the shower head between my legs, but a burst of cold air from the shower door opening caught me off guard.
“Can’t sleep?” Gregory asked. He slid behind me, wrapping his arms around me, the water bouncing off both of us. His voice had just a hint of sleep still in it, but his body felt solid and strong. I nodded, leaning into him, holding the moveable shower head pointed towards my feet. He kissed my neck, and released me gently, picking up the bottle of shampoo. He poured it into his hands and then began working a rich lather into my hair. It felt so intimate having him wash my hair, his fingers tangled in my soapy tresses massaging my scalp. I moaned a little, leaning into his magical fingers.
“Careful, moaning like that might give a man ideas...” he whispered taking his hands out of my hair. I felt soapy fingers run down my back, and grab my ass. The soap added a new dimension, slippery and smooth as he worked his fingers into the muscle. I moaned again, and he moved his hands to my front, reaching around and grabbing my br**sts. The soap made his fingers slide easily across my firm skin as he played with them, pinching the ni**les and then fondling the curves. My body responded instantly to his touch; it felt like an ember deep inside of me was being stirred to life, like he was blowing gently on my coals to get a fire burning.
I turned around, kissing him deeply, He kept working the shampoo lather into every inch of my skin that he could touch, my body quickly getting slippery against his. He reached down and stole the shower head from my fingers, bringing it up to my hair. He carefully cupped my forehead with one hand and began rinsing the shampoo from my hair and doing his best to keep the soap from my eyes. The tenderness of his face, the gentleness of his hands, and the earnestness that bound it all together made me want to cry with happiness. I suddenly felt very loved and wanted.
I kissed him softly, our lips meeting sweetly. He lowered the shower head from my now clean hair and spun me around so my back pressed into his body, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. He suddenly put the shower head between my legs, the hot pulsing water pounding into my clit. I cried out at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, grabbing the shower head with both hands.
He let me take the shower head and I maneuvered it into the perfect spot, the water pulsing across my cl*t and pouring down my legs, the fire inside of me quickly growing into an inferno. My whimpers of pleasure echoed off the shower walls, mixing with the hum of the water.
He started grinding into my ass, an erection quickly forming as I worked my pleasure center. His c**k was hard against me, his arms keeping me tight against him. The fire inside of me was threatening to explode out of me, only needing a final trigger. He positioned his dick at my opening, and slid into my wet pu**y easily.
The combination of hot water pulsing on my cl*t with his hot, hard c**k questing inside of me quickly made me reach my breaking point. I came hard, every muscle in my body clenching down and spasming, energy flowing through every fiber. I couldn’t breath, my body was so wracked with pleasure. I could only stand their frozen, held standing only by Mr. King’s strong arms, my world a kaleidoscope of heat, sensation, and pleasure.
I let the shower head fall, water spraying at an angle into the wall, Mr. King’s c**k working its way in and out in a glorious pattern. I put my hands out in front of me onto the wall, giving him leverage as I stood up on my tip toes and leaned forward. He released my waist from his arms, and instead grabbed my h*ps with his strong hands. I could feel him watching himself dive into me, our wet skin making a satisfying slapping noise with every connection. Water poured down both of us, our bodies sliding together in the steamy shower. My body ached for him, wanting him.