Good Morning

He stood at the bathroom mirror, shaving cream on his cheeks, razor slowly scraping it off in long deliberate strokes. Steam rose up from the water in the sink. I walked up behind him, wound my arms around his torso. I leaned against his back and breathed in the scent of him. Hot, wet, man. I ran my hands down his chest while pulling him tighter to me. The curves of him fitting against the curves of me. My hand moved lower now to the soft curls there just above and as I tugged at them gently I nipped at his shoulder. Then lower still to that which now grew hard and harder still.

And the steam rose up from the water in the sink and the clean fresh scent of the shaving cream tickled at my sense of smell and the curves fit to curves as I wound my way around to the front and he lifted me up to the counter. He leaned in then to me and wrapped me up with wet hands and his wet face touched mine as the kiss took my breath away as with aching ease he slipped inside. One hand on his shoulder, nails scoring deeper than they should and one hand behind me against the mirror, legs wrapped round.

And the steam rose up from the water in the sink, and the smell of fresh, clean, hot, wet man was intoxicating.