A Fantasy

She moves into the silenced house, takes note of the dimness. Faintly, she can hear the water running, sounds like the shower. She smiles and moves forward, pulling her clothes off of her as she goes.

The warm steam assaults her as she opens the door silently. Her hard nipples simply seem to get harder and the wetness in between her legs only seems to get wetter with anticipation.

She closes the door quickly to keep the heat in. She can hear him on the other side of the shower curtin. It sounds like he is washing his hair, perfect timing on her part. She smiles again as she pulls back one corner of the curtin and sees that he is indeed washing his hair, his eyes closed, his back to the shower head.

Silently she slips inside, shivering a little because the water is spraying on him and peppering her body, yet, not enough of the liquid to keep her warm. It doesn't matter, that is not what she is here for, she sinks slowly to her knees. Her eyes glue to his manhood. He is so male. So Alpha to her Beta. Her mouth opens and her tongue flickers out to swirl around the tip. He knows she's here now, she can tell by the way his body goes tight from knowing what is about to come.

She presses forward to quickly take him in while he's soft. How she loves to put him in soft and feel him growing hard inside of her mouth. He groans a little and curls his fingers into her hair and steps back, pullng her with him into the warm waterfall. She feels him lengthen, as well as thicken as she worships him. He lets go of her head and lifts his hands to his hair to rince it. He knows that she won't let go. Not his good girl. Not her.

She keeps her lips around him, now that he's hard, she pulls out until only the head of him is in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around, dipping into the little hole, seeking the precum she can taste there. She presses her own thighs together as she feels herself getting wetter. She wants to touch herself, but she doesn't. Not because he won't let her, but because she knows it will better for them together if she doesn't.

She continues this, after a few moments, her hands reach up to fondle his balls, gently rolling them around in her small fingers. The water making everything smooth and slick. Her head moves up and down even as her cheecks hollow out with sucking on him and her tongue presses firmly against him , curling just as the head of him is about to pop out, feeling the ridge with her upcurled tongue. Then she lets her mouth relax and move back down to do it all over again.

She loves how his hands reach into her hair once more and pull her down on him. Her face pressing up against the hairs on his body. Even now, in the shower, she can smell what can only be described as HIM. She moans, sending reverberations throughout her mouth and straight into his body, causing his back to arc slightly.

Her desire, her need for him so strong she can't help but slips her hands around to pull him even closer, her fingers pressing into either side of his well rounded ass. She can feel the muscles tighten under her fingertips as she does, causing her to need more, her nails digging into him slightly.

She feels him jump in her mouth as she does. She would smile if her mouth wasn't so full of him right now. He presses himself into the back of her throat and her fingertips press harder. She nearly whimpers as he pulls her head back off of him. She stares at his hardness. He leans down and lifts her up, wrapping his arms around her wet body and kissing her with more passion then she's ever felt before. His fingers moving up her slick slides to cup her breasts. Her breath catches and she presses herself into him. Loving the feel of his body against hers.

Her head tilts back as he begins a journey with his lips down her neck and over her shoulders. His fingers manipulating the soft flesh of her breasts, never touching the hardened nipples that are straining, begging, for his touch and she whimpers as she slides her hands over his wet body to slip into his hair, pulling him down to her breasts. He burries his face in them, squeezing them together, trailing his tongue along her. Her knees feel weak and her breath is quick. She leans even farther back.

Like a man possessed, his head dips quickly to take a nipple in between his teeth, biting at her delicate skin. The wetness trickling down the inside of her thighs is not from the warm water moving over them, but from her own readiness to be claimed by him. Her Male.

He lifts her up into his arms, cradling her like baby, his face burried against her breasts, her face burried into his neck as she whispers his name. He carries her with ease into the next room and gently lays her on the bed, uncaring that they are both sopping wet. They are the only two things in the world right now and she sees it when she looks into his eyes.

His fingers move down and touch her gently, teasing her, a hint of amusement in his expression. She growls softly and digs her nails painfully into his neck, causing the amusement to shift to lust as he plunges his finger into her. Her body arcs as her first orgasm washes over her, unaware of just how tightly she is holding onto him until after her body comes back down.

He smiles softly, with love in his eyes as he rubs himself against her leg. His finger still moves inside of her in slow, methodical movements. She can't help but blush and smile back at him. Suprised by her own reaction to him. She knew it would be intense, but caught unawares at just how intense until this moment. Her fingers find him and begin to stroke him, her body wiggling against his finger, moaning softly as he finds and taunts the secret spot within her.

He waits for her to beg, like he knows she will. Assaulting her body with kisses along her neck and ears, down to her breasts. She begs him to enter her, to make her complete. He just smiles a lazy smile and moves down farther, never removing his finger all the way. Just sliding it in and out of her as his lips leave a firey trail down her skin. She feels his warm breath upon her sex and her body twitches in anticipation. He watches her. Their eyes meeting before he slowly reaches out with his tongue and licks the outer lips of her. She begs him for more. He continues to tease her with his tongue, slow, lazy movements, designed to force her to hover on the brink.

His finger presses deep into her, followed by a second one and she cries out as he stretches her. She knows it is nothing compared to how large he is, but she feels so full. He rubs his face on the inside of her thighs and enhales her womenly scent. She nearly sobs as she begs him to fill her with himself.

With an indulgent smile, he presses his face against her, his mouth sucking her clit in and nibbling on it while her fingers press him down on her and her hips lift to meet his lips. She shudders through another orgasm and lays back spent.

He moves over her, placing himself between her legs. The tip of him pressing into her, he seems bigger now. Maybe it is his need, maybe it is just her imagination. Her hips buck up against him, trying to force himself into her more to no avail. Soft whimpering is all she can manage at the moment. The lust in her brain overwhelming her. She needs him inside of her. She needs him to make her whole again. "Please love, please, mark me, take me, make me yours" her words are barely above a whisper, but they are loud enough.

He burries himself into her as far as he will go and she screams as her body tries to adjust to his size, her nails raking down his back. He holds there for the longest moment, savoring in the heat of her, in the way her body was meant to be his, in her gift to him.

Slowly he begins to move in and out of her with ease, her body clinging tightly to him each time he pulls out and thrusting forward to meet him each time he presses in. It seems like forever in her mind, her body and his slick with sweat as the move against each other.

He speeds up, moving in and out with full, deep thrusts, her fingers digging even harder into him as he brings her to a final orgasm, her body contracting and milking him, causing him to shove deep into her as he allows himself to fill her up with his seed.

They remain locked together, tears slip from each of their faces and hold onto each other for dear life.