With rivulets of water running down Joel's chest, he appeared larger in the shower. Not wasting time, he turned so the water hit his back and my back pressed to his chest. While holding my hips so I couldn't press back against his cock, he kissed and licked water from my neck and shoulder. I grumbled and wiggled, but he took his time refusing my invitation.

He finally released my hips and clasped my hands, lifting them to the shower wall. His knee hooked beneath mine as he nudged my foot to the rim of the bathtub. I have no idea how much water we spilled. He'd left a condom behind the shower curtain and left me standing in that position while he put it on. I wanted to turn and watch, but stayed facing the wall. In this position, I felt vulnerable and excited all at once.

My hair was now soaking wet and he moved it off my shoulders. One arm went to my belly as he pulled me back so my ass extended toward him. He used his other hand to guide his cock until I fully sheathed his entire length. He stayed that way as he surrounded my breasts with his hands. He slowly withdrew his cock until just the tip remained. With the same slow glide, he slid back in. His teeth pressed into my bare shoulder.

"I've dreamed of you like this," he said against my skin before biting down a little harder. "Your breasts fit my hands perfectly."

I went to my toes when he pinched my nipples. He moved to my earlobe and sucked gently before closing his teeth on it and pulling. He'd done the same thing to my nipples earlier. This time, the sensations were coming from different points on my body and it was making me crazy.

"Shh," he said when a shudder passed through me. "Let go. I've got you."

He continued his slow, steady assaultthe hot, hard, length of him never entirely leaving me. He pulled on my nipples and I bit back a groan. My hips bucked. I needed something to changehis thrusts to speed up. Oh, God, please.

He refused the pleas of my shaking body. "Let go, Cami," he whispered against my cheek. "I can fuck you like this for hours."

The sound I made was halfway between a cry for mercy and a scream of frustration. He didn't care, his rhythm stayed the same. I swear his cock expanded, because when I let the sensation take over, I could feel every inch of him rubbing along my inner walls.

With a loud sigh, my head fell forward in surrender.

"That's it. Feel what you do to me."

I opened my eyes. My breasts filled his large hands. His erotic words filled my ears. The waves of the orgasm washed over me. Not like earlier. This was a gentle tide rolling through my body. No explosions, just lava running down the side of a volcano burning a path inside of me. And then he bit down on the large tendon at the base of my neck and thrust his hips solidly against me. My body erupted.

Joel grabbed my hair, bending me forward. He pulled out before ramming his cock inside of me again, causing an uncomfortable pinch when he hit my womb, but I didn't fucking care. My orgasm flared and my cry echoed off the walls. Joel gave a final powerful thrust and groaned against my back as he held me still and his cock convulsed inside me.

A few minutes later, Joel withdrew and turned me around. He stared into my eyes. His were an ocean of gray storm. I felt vulnerable until he gently kissed me, erasing my insecurities.

"You okay?" he asked against my lips.

I could only smile and tipping my head down, I burrowed my head into his chest. He held me for several minutes before he removed the condom and tossed it a few feet from the shower into the toilet. I'd never seen this part of what a man did after sex, but Joel showed no embarrassment. He grabbed the soap and lathered every inch of my body. My poor hair was a mess. He washed it with the horrible hotel shampoo. His fingers in my scalp felt too good to stop him. I had detangler in my bag that could be applied later. After rinsing off a section of skin, he kissed it, taking all the time in the world.

I refused to be frightened of the love pouring over me. I'd been here before- well, not like this. This was more. Joel had just made love to me twice. You could call it fucking, but it wasn't. I'd never been consumed like this. The man was a walking conundrum. There was nothing shy about Joel's sensual side.

I took the soap from his fingers when he finished washing me. Now, it was my turn to learn his body. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. I slowly trailed my slippery hands over each defined muscle group and Joel had so many. Sometimes I would use just the tip of my finger to trace the puzzle pieces that shaped him. He didn't say a word, though his breathing grew unsteady and his cock came to life. I moved the shower nozzle and rinsed the soap from his skin. I went to my knees and wrapped one hand around his cock and the other beneath his balls.

His hands landed on my shoulders and his eyes burned into mine as I looked up. I licked just the tip of him feeling his balls tighten. I'd only done this twice before and it hadn't been something I enjoyed. Now, I craved his scent, his taste, his everything. It was embarrassingly difficult for me to speak, but I wanted this to be perfect for him. "I'm not very good at this. Tell me what to do."

The sizzling look he gave would have dropped me to my knees if I wasn't already there. "Use your lips and tongue. Suck me."

So that's what I did. He was large, and though he fit inside my pussy, he made my jaw ache from his size. I couldn't take him very far, but I used my tongue to twirl around the tip of his cock when I pulled back. I never completely released him from my mouth, copying what he had done to my body ten minutes before. He watched me, his eyes burning into mine. When his eyelids finally dropped, he grabbed my hair and held me still. His head went back and his cock pulsed within my mouth. He didn't pull back, and when he came, I relished his taste. This, I had never done, but with Joel it was perfect.