I'm going to be late

I get into the shower
You pull open the door and step in
"I don't have time for this," I warn
You convince me otherwise as you begin

Your hands soap my body
Rivulets of water coursing over skin
You follow their path with your tongue
Down between my breasts then dip lower in

I brace my hands on your broad shoulders
As the needle spray hits my breasts
I lean back against the shower wall
As the hot water warms my chest

Out of the shower and dry again
I start to get dressed
You don't let me get too far though
Before you begin to caress

"I'll be late," I warn again
My complaints go unheeded
Your touch leaves me torn
But my good intentions are soon defeated

A simple guttural moan
From your beautiful lips
Shakes my resolve
Then you steal it with a kiss

Drawn back to our bed
My shivers quickly still
Drowsily, you kiss me again
And we drink our fill.

You draw back after a moment
"You're going to be late," you remind
Dazedly I look back at you
Am I? I don't think I mind