A bright, beautiful morning. The sun shone through the thin silky white curtains of a bedroom. A man and a woman lay curled up next to each other under the sky-blue sheets, the curves of their bodies looking like elegant blue marble sculptures. A peaceful bleeping sound emanated from a small silver digital clock placed on the wooden stool on the man's side of the bed.

He stirred at the sound and blinked in the bright sunshine. He kissed the woman on the cheek tenderly, causing her to turn and face her body upward. He turned in the opposite direction and swung his strong legs onto the warm, tan, carpeted floor. He pressed down on the button and turned the alarm off.

She yawned and rose from the bed into a sitting position, her arms stretched out above her head, and her b-cup breasts nestled into her plain pink nightgown. She ran her fingers through her long, dark brown hair as she brought her arms down.

The man yawned as well, scratching the side of his head that had rested on their extra-long pillow moments before. He tried to adjust his eyes to the bright morning light as he yawned. He rolled his sore shoulders around as he stood up, his boxers almost unable to restrain him at the early hour.

The woman lifted her knees up under the sheets and wrapped her arms around them, laying her head on them as well. She opened her tired eyes to view her lover's form against the bright sun. His back muscles noticeable as he raised his arms in another yawn. His fine butt was unfortunately hidden beneath his red cotton boxers. Such a shame.

The man breathed deeply the fresh morning air before turning and making his way around the foot of the bed to his lover's side. She looked up at him and he gave her another kiss. "Morning, baby." He stared down at her hazel eyes and moved over the rest of her body as he walked toward the bathroom next to the bed room. Damn those sheets for concealing her silky smooth legs. He turned the yellow dial on the right wall, easing the lights on over the yellow sink to a comfortable brightness.

She watched as he turned to the sink and pulled his toothbrush from the small cup next to the faucet, looking into those blue eyes of his. She turned and placed the tips of her feet on the carpet. Letting the warmth flow up her body, she stood up and let the sheet fall back to the bed. She tried to put herself in a more awake and alert state by pulling the elastic straps of her panties apart slightly, and letting them snap back to her skin. It certainly did the trick. She made a small yelp and watched as he looked over at her as he brushed his teeth. She noticed that his boxers concealed more than the butt she loved so much at this early hour. She walked into the bathroom, stepping on to the slightly cold tile floor. It sent a slight chill up her long, pink legs and gave her momentary goose bumps. She turned to him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the soft, warm flesh covering the strong muscle. She placed her head against his shoulder lovingly and kissed his neck.

He had finished brushing and rinsed his mouth with a glass of water from the sink before turning and kissing her fine pink lips. Every time he kissed her it felt like the first bite into a sweet strawberry. They were now up against each other, chest to chest. He felt the cushioning of her luscious B-cup breasts against him. She pulled out of their kiss. "Ooh, minty fresh." They both smiled and laughed slightly as they moved into another kiss. Another strawberry. "Let me know when you're done, love." She let go of him and walked back out of the bathroom, trailing her right hand across his stomach and butt as she passed. He turned and watched her move back into bed. Her hips moved back and forth hypnotically, and her soft, smooth ass rose into the air as she crawled on her hands and knees back into the safety of the blue covers. He couldn't stop thinking about her even after he closed the door. He couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was to have her. His perfect woman. She was intelligent, clever, positive, modest, and beyond beautiful to him. He removed his boxers with some difficulty, turned the handles on the tub faucet, and let the shower open. He stepped in and closed the glass sliding door. As he reached for the bottle of body wash, he thought about all the time they had spent together. All the fun they had seen. All the crazy and exciting things they had done. It made him smile. But thoughts of the work day ahead invaded his thoughts. Paperwork to be done, orders to send out, reports to file. If it wasn't for her encouraging him to go back to that dead-end job everyday, he would quit and just lie around with her all the time. He finished with the body wash and moved on to the shampoo. As he rubbed his mid-length locks of brown hair he had an idea.

She sat on the bed, now wearing one of his shirts. She always wore the shirt he would wear to work in the morning. It made her feel closer to him, and she knew he enjoyed the little bit of her scent that stayed with him all day. She had put on the shirt and picked up the book she had been reading the night before. A science-fiction thriller called Outpost Twelve. It was interesting. But she placed her bookmark back inside and closed it, laying it back on the nightstand. Her thoughts moved over him. After all her years of searching, all the failed attempts at love, she had finally found him. Her perfect man. All the years they had spent together as friends had led up to a single kiss, and before she knew it, they were in love. And the feeling had never wavered since that day eight years ago. She closed her eyes and moved her hands down her body as she thought more. Their first kiss, their first touch, their first night together… it was all perfect. Better than she could have hoped for after so many broken relationships. She began rubbing and squeezing her breasts as she thought more. She thought about his body. His arms, his legs, his shoulders. All seemed so simple, the soft skin not quite belaying the strength beneath it. She licked her lips, feeling her nipples harden and clit moisten at the thought. It surprised her sometimes; how strong he was. Yet he had such a tender heart, and giving nature. She slid her hand down over her stomach and into her panties. And through all of it, he matched her intellectually. She didn't feel alone in a relationship with him the way she had with others. And then there were his eyes. She bit her bottom lip lightly as she rubbed her hand over her swelling mound. His deep oceanic blue eyes. She could get lost in those eyes. Suddenly the hum of the shower in the background disappeared. She opened her own hazel eyes and looked down. She realized what she had been doing to herself. She heard the rustle of a towel behind the door and recovered herself in the blanket, holding her hands innocently above the sheets. She didn't have a problem with him seeing her masturbate, but she didn't want either of them to get into a haze just as he was going off to work. It would be torture for her, and probably him as well. The door opened and she stared up at him. She opened her mouth slightly in surprise as she looked at his hair. A fashioned Mohawk in the middle of his head. She couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"What do you think?" He laughed and smiled with her. He knew she'd be surprised. She always liked to be out of the ordinary every now and then. She stood up off the bed and walked around him, checking it out from all angles. "I think you should wear it to work." He stood, there, struck by her statement, before looking back at her as she began brushing her own teeth. She was fast. But now it was his turn to fondle her. He put his hands on her smooth hips and led her as they swayed back and forth together, his head now on her shoulder. He kissed her neck, and on up to her soft, smooth earlobe. "The boss would fire me." He whispered into her ear. He ran his hands over her flat stomach and moved upward, toward her breasts. She was so perfect. He hadn't quite reached her bosoms when she bent over to spit and rinse. Denied. He slipped them up her back and rubbed her shoulders instead.

She finished and turned around toward him, placing his arms around her waist again. "Maybe. But the boss doesn't give you sex when you get home." They both smiled and moved into another sweet kiss. She put her arms over his shoulder as they stood there, rubbing noses and locking lips. The heat from his skin contrasted with the cold air around her and gave her goose bumps once again. She rubbed her right leg up against his exposed left one. Oh, the heat… He broke their kiss and whispered into her ear. "He could try, but I'd prefer if it came from you." She laughed along with him as they rolled into another kiss. He always knew just what to do with his tongue and lips to match her. Her thoughts returned to their first kiss. Then again to their first touch. Until finally, the first night. That same feeling washed over her again. To Hell with work. She couldn't stand it. "Make hot sweaty love to me."

At first he almost couldn't understand the words that had just come out of her mouth. More than eight years and he was still getting used to that random side of her. He was supposed to be getting ready for work. He shouldn't have even joked with the Mohawk. But he decided to play along. "Only if you make hot sweaty love to me." He felt her lips curl into a smile through their kiss. He pulled away once more and kissed a trail up her neck to her ear. Her scent reached him, and pulled him into that familiar hazy mindset. Fuck work. "Bed, three minutes?" She made the same trail up his neck and licked his ear before whispering a response. "Shower, sixty seconds." "Better."

She felt the towel over his mid-section reach out to her as she pulled away and left him in the bathroom. She looked into those deep blue eyes as she closed the door behind her. Classic was fantastic. But wetter was always better. In love-making at least. Thank god she stayed on the pill, even though it wasn't her time of the month anyway. She slid his shirt over her head, placing it on the bed, & did the same with her nightgown, placing it into the clothes hamper next to the bathroom door. She touched herself just a little bit. Rubbing and squeezing lightly. Her nipples were hard and strong by now. He could be late for once. She sat down on the bed and stripped her panties down her long, smooth legs, running her hand over them as she did, before putting them in the hamper as well. She needed to take a shower too. And as romantic as rubbing down with his towel was, it was a bit nasty at the same time. She walked over to the closet opposite their bed, and found her softest red towel. The material felt great against her bare skin as she wrapped it around herself.

He immediately got the shower going again when she left. He tested the water again and again, to make sure it was the perfect temperature, before wetting his hand and using it to flatten the Mohawk. He turned off the air conditioner to keep the steamy air in. He wondered: should he wait inside the shower, or leave the towel on and wait for her? He'd already had his cleaning, so he stayed outside and fastened the towel as loose as possible. They hadn't made love in the shower for a while. He wanted to give her something to remember him by. Until he got home at least. He knew his sixty seconds were up when he heard the latch click. She stepped in, making sure to run her bare leg up against the door frame before moving all the way in. A long red towel covered her features. He wasn't sure his towel could do the same for much longer.

She had decided to tease him a little bit. It always made things more passionate when they finally got down to it. She saw him struggle against his towel. She leaned her back against the closed door and raised her exposed leg, rubbing her foot along her covered leg. Higher, higher, until she could almost feel the heat coming from her center. She hadn't put her glasses on, but she didn't need them to see that he was completely hers. She licked her lips. Her pussy practically begged to be with him now, but she kept her composure. His eyes nearly bugging out as he tried to split focus between her eyes and her towel made her feel so sexy. She watched his masculine chest rise and fall as he breathed quickly. She held the top to her breasts, rubbing them through the towel a little bit, and let the knot in the back fall apart. The towel fell, revealing her curves but nothing else. "Like what you see?"

He could tell that was more of a statement than a question. He still nodded. She was trying to get a hold of him. It was working. He saw her turn her head and look toward the shower. He bowed as much as the towel would allow and waved his hands. "Ladies first." She picked up the towel again, not betraying her nudity just yet. It was killing him. She stepped into the shower, but held her towel behind her, exposing herself to the water, but not his eyes. She looked back and gave him a seductive look before dropping the towel and disappearing behind the fogged glass. She was good. But he was just as good. He stepped forward, dropping the towel to the floor, proudly displaying his hardness as he entered. He closed the glass door behind him. Her tactics were working. Until now. He had the drop on her.

She faced the wall, still teasing him, so she did not see him come in and stand directly behind her. But she could feel it. She could feel him rubbing against her ass. She was ready to turn around, finally take control of him, but he grabbed her first. He grabbed her right arm with his and held it behind her back. There was no pain, but the limb was useless for now. He knew she was trying to take control, and he took it himself. Clever boy. He moved his left hand to her left breast and squeezed, hard enough to make her gasp. It felt so good. She placed her hand over his and guided it down, down, over her stomach, down to her moist slit. She moved his hand with hers, making him rub her. She had been wet long before the shower. But he took control again. Back and forth, back and forth, even in and out a few times. He was teasing her now. Bastard. But she could feel herself ready, She would come any second now. She released a hard breath and leaned her head back to his shoulder when she thought it was about to happen. But no. He kissed her, but left her hanging. Oh, that bad boy. But too fast for her to help, he released her arm and grabbed her right breast hard, and raked his left hand quickly back and forth across her pussy before gently squeezing her exposed clit. That familiar jolt of raw pleasure streaked through her and she let out a loud moan, almost screaming at the surprise orgasm. He was going to get it.

He had her. She was his. He had been waiting to try that for a while. She never saw it coming. But he saw her. She whipped around in his hands and pushed his shoulders, putting him flat against the wall. She wasn't done yet. She pinned him, rubbing her hands over his chest as he rubbed her midriff squeezing her bottom. They kissed again and again. He felt one of her hands leave him. He longed for it back, but didn't open his eyes. She was warm all over him. He could hear her heart beating and could hear her breathing between deep kisses. Just over the dull roar of the shower, he heard a crack. At first he was frightened. Had something happened? Had he been too rough? He opened his eyes and saw her hands around the opened bottle of body wash. He closed his eyes again in relief. It was her shower, after all. Might as well get cleaned up. He heard the soft squirt of gel into her hand. In that instant, he had a sense of foreboding. She was too much of a dirty girl for that. He heard the bottle land back on the shelf. And he felt her hand wrap around his manhood. Sneaky devil. He could feel the cool gel through the condom, but it did nothing to him. She moved slowly, up and down, up and down, never missing a beat with her kissing and fondling elsewhere. Her hand felt good, grinding against him. Up and down, up and down. Until finally he had lost it. He was about to blow, but she suddenly stopped, removing her hand. Two more seconds and… that bitch. She left him hanging. He was practically pulsing now. He could feel it. After a few long seconds, she swung her leg over and straddled him just above his cock, and pressed her whole body against him. Her hard nipples poked into his chest. Sweet lord. She whispered into his ear. "Not quite yet, lover."

She could have let loose an evil laugh if she hadn't been so horny. Her pressing against him backfired. She longed to be close to him now. She couldn't let go. She could feel his heart beating a mile a minute. The warm water washed over her bare back and hair. She put her slick hand over his shoulder and wrapped her left hand around his head as she kissed him, playing with his hair. He ran his hand up her right arm and brought it forward, grabbing her wrist. His other hand which had been squeezing her ass rose as well, fondling her curves as it did. Up her back to her arm, trailing it along and grabbing her wrist as he had done the other. Suddenly he charged forward, flattening her to the glass door. He held her hands above her head, securing them with just his right. Oooh. He was getting rough now. He kept their constant stream of kissing held. She felt him slap her right thigh with his left hand. She gave off a short moan into his mouth. Naughty boy. He ran his hand down her leg and lifted it up at the knee, so she was open. She moved against the hand restraining her. She needed to touch him, grip him somewhere. As if he were psychic he loosened his grip enough to let her right hand out. He whispered to her. "Ready?" It was more a statement than a question. She realized how hard they were both breathing. She replied, grabbing the butt she loved so much. And suddenly he thrust forward into her. She gasped, all her air now gone as he filled her up inside. She squeezed his left butt cheek and laced her trapped fingers with his. She had only gotten her breath back when he thrust again, deeper this time. Oh God. Once more he thrust, faster and deeper. They both lost their breath this time. She moved her hand up to his shoulder and tightened her right legs grip on his waist, raising her other leg to do the same. He lifted her up slightly, so that he could lick her breasts, sucking gently. Amazing. But she wouldn't let herself be beaten. "Harder" she challenged.

He looked up into her dark hazel eyes and kissed her again before slamming forward. He felt the pressure of the safety glass against her ass. She moaned again, and he couldn't help but do the same. "Oh, fuck" she said. "As you wish" was his reply. He thrust again and again, picking up speed, syncing his motion and breathing with hers, as if they were one being. He had made love to her many times before now, and it felt better every time. He felt her lock her legs around his waist. He moved his left hand back there to rub her feet. Her toes clenched tightly as he thrust forward again. He was nearing his breaking point, but hers concerned him much more at this point. He had never finished up without making her orgasm, and he didn't intend to break record now. He thrust forward again and again, her chest rising and falling, her breasts hard as rocks. Her breathing, an erratic mix of moaning and screaming, only drove him harder to make her cum.

She had put her head back against the now-shaking glass door. Her eyes were slammed shut with concentration, but she could feel the steam filling the bathroom as he filled her. In and out, in and out. No word or phrase could describe the waves of pressure pulsing from him into her. His head rested on her chest as he drove forward, harder and faster. Faster and harder. She was lost for words, even lost for thoughts. Her arms were tight to him. And she felt it coming. She felt herself cumming. She couldn't take anymore. She tightened her grip as hard as she could with her shaking legs. He lifted his head back as well and her arms scrambled around his neck.

"AaaaaaAAAAAAAHH!" The only sound that could escape their lips as their souls escaped their bodies for a split second, becoming one with each other. They came hard unto one another. Her pressure squeezing down on him, his force pressing into her. The whole world stopped for a moment, as they enjoyed the fruits of their carnal labors. After a few seconds they returned from their sexual high, hearing the spray of the water and their labored breathing return. She set her shaking legs back down to the ground and he pulled out of her, the deed finished. They lay against each other against the glass, staring into each others' eyes, too desperate for air to kiss one another. They turned together so that her back was to the water flow, and leaned against the glass.

She was the first to speak between heavy breaths. "I think… after that… we need… a little more… time in here."

He gave a small laugh with her weak smile, knowing exactly what she meant.