Distracted in the Shower

Heat trickling down her body
Caressing her hair, kissing her slowly
She moans in relief as her muscles relax
Hot breath rising, turning into steam

Wet lips trail across her shoulders
She arches, eyes closed, rolling her neck
Sweeping her hair to expose more skin
Leaning, wanting, liquid pooling between her puffy lips

Continuing to be teased by the constant pressure
She tries hard to not be distracted
Because breakfast is waiting downstairs below
And if she lets go it will sadly be left cold

Steady and unrelentless, kneeding on her chest
Firm pulses digging in her skin
Traveling lower and lower still
Over her curves, seeping in

Her mind made up, her body about to fall
Groaning she takes the initiative
Gripping tighter, searching and searching
Moaning loudly when she finds the right spot

Her entire being tenses
A single point fixed, building and building
She puts everything into this one moment
And the walls start to shake

Crashing, crumbling, tumbling down
Rolling and rolling waves of pleasure
Her mind going blank
Barely holding on, barely even breathing

Her head leans back
Seaking solace from the cold wall
Hands still shaking
Trembling from the remnants of her peak

Drawing in some energy
She stretches once again
Feeling worn out, used
And yet completely satisfied

Her breakfast, obviously forgotten
As she places the showerhead back
And rinses the rest of her body
The water, just water running down her back