AN: Get it? It's okay if you don't. McSTEAMY UPDATE- Sexy shower scene anyone?

I turn back around quickly to wash soap from my eyes. Mr. M removes his arms but I can still feel his presence close to me without him saying a word. I know that he's naked and I also know that he won't speak until I do. The only thing that can be heard is the water coming out of the showerhead and then again when the water hits the floor.

When did we get so comfortable with each other?

I don't say anything and keep scrubbing like he never entered. It's not like I'm ignoring Mr. M's presence, I just don't care that he's in here with me.

I yelp when he grabs my ass and pulls me flush against his body. He still won't say the first word and I smirk.

Then a devilish idea pops into my head.
'If he wants to play the silent game then I'll make it hard for him-literally.'

I promptly step away from Mr. M and hand him a newly soaped up loofa. He gives me a confused look as I turn my back to him once again. With-what I hope looks like- a sexy look over my shoulder, I indicate that I want him to wash my back.

He quickly catches on and scrubs lightly. I've had people wash my back in the past, but it's never been an erotic thing until now. Maybe that's because Mr. M gives up on the loofa and starts using his hands. I want to moan when he massages my shoulders, but I hold back contemplating what rules I want to follow with this silent game I'm setting up.

After a minute I decide that only words will determine the winner.

'Now it's time to see if Mr. M is game.' I think to myself.

I step until my soapy back connects to Mr. M's chest. I know he's confused until I start wiggling my backside against him and then he definitely catches on when my butt slides around his penis.

He groans in pleasure and I turn around quickly before he can say anything. My mouth pops open a bit when my nipples grace his flesh, I'm panting because of the heat we're giving off. Our soapy bodies makes it easy for me to slide around while his hands grab whatever they want. One second it's my breast, or my butt, or the back of my thigh like he wants to lift my legs and have me on the seat in the corner of the shower.

Mr. M opens his mouth to say something but I put my finger to his lips to silence him. His eyes narrow letting me know that every move I make is now being cataloged for future inspection. I arch my eyebrow in challenge knowing that he'll catch on.

I get a small nod from him before Mr. M pulls me in for a kiss. I tried to hold back but it just wouldn't happen, me holding back is like putting up a band aid for a hole in a ship. The resistance is there but it's not as strong as the forces pushing against it.

After a second I break the kiss a bit and pull Mr. M underneath the water with me. The soap has done its job to clean me but I want to get dirty.

It's like a silent agreement between us, he'll go first and then it's my turn.

I expect Mr. M to go straight for my pleasure center but instead he grabs my shampoo and lathers my hair.
I give him a look of complete astonishment but I let it happen. Then it clicks-

He knows that I won't talk unless I'm frustrated or curious. He's too smart for my own good.

I add conditioner before he can bother and give him a challenging look. If this was going to be platonic then we can just leave this game for tomorrow. He understands my look and takes his time running his hands up my body causing another shudder.

I can almost feel a cocky line running off of his tongue but he says nothing.

Instead he very slowly pulls me out from under the showerhead and places himself behind me. Mr. M rubs his stubbly chin up and down my neck before he kisses in the exact same places. One of his hands is on my left breast while his right hand shortly inches it's way down to my clit. He actually bypasses it and rubs his hands against my sensitive skin. I get a great surprise when Mr. M inserts his two longest fingers in harshly and bites a spot on my neck at the same time.

I don't know how, but I managed only to scream in surprise/ecstacy- no words were said. I was already wet for him, in all meanings of the word, so his fingers were unexpected but welcome. I never took Mr. M for a biter but I also liked that at surprise too.

This position suddenly reminds me of our first intimate pairing at the bookstore and the thought it makes me smile. I rub my butt against Mr. M's penis and the hand that was handling my breasts, suddenly smacks my ass and I'll be damned if I didn't like that too.

I know it was a dirty trick but whatever. That's also when I notice that I'm gyratting in rhythm to his fingers. They give me little choice and I can't squeeze my legs tight enough to push them out. I lean my head on his shoulder and moan in his ear to make sure that he hears my satisfaction. I know that I won't last much longer.

Mr. M withdraws from me and I turn around frustrated. He indicates for me to sit down on the shower seat and I comply. Before I know it, he's in between my legs and light flicking my clit with his tongue. I shudder and involuntarily rotate my hips. To add to the torture, Mr. M eases his fingers back into place and I gasp.

The bastard is going SLOW on purpose. I need for him to pick up the pace but that'll make me the loser. I'm too competitive.

I groan and wiggle but Mr. M doesn't speed up his pace. I nearly cry at the thought of my getting the female version of blue balls. I look to see if the showerhead is detachable and it's not. 'Dammit, I shouldn't have come up with this game.'

Mr. M finally gives up and takes my clit into his mouth and sucks on it. His fingers also go punishingly fast. I'm in Nirvana, not only do I get my release, but I shout loud enough to wake the neighbors. I don't know if I said a one word or many, but I couldn't care less.

As I slowly recover, Mr. M's still in between my legs but his head is on my chest and he's sucking on my breasts. I smile down at him and decide to give up on the game. I will be tied really soon so I need to help him finish before I crash. It's been a long day for us both.

I switch spots with Mr. M and trail kisses down his neck to his abs. I kiss around his penis and I know that he's getting antsy.

I lift his in my hand and lick his tip, light enough for him to instantly want more but enough tongue for him to feel it. Mr. M growls and I look up at him with a smile on my face.

Sucking his tip lightly, my hands run up his abs and keep the there while I stare boldly into his eyes. I know what he's seeing, me with my mouth wrapped around him and my hands free. I dip my head and take more of him into my mouth. If we weren't playing the game, then I know for a fact that he'd gently grab the back of my neck and get more of himself into my mouth.

I'm a virgin- not a prude. I've learned from some of my girlfriends that the perfect "head" comes from not having a gag reflex, to giving him the "sloppy top" with no hands.

I have a gag reflex so as I bob my head up up and down while sucking vigorously, I keep my hands on his chest and pinch his nipples. When Mr. M gets closer to coming, he flexes his hips on instinct to get more of himself into my mouth.

I suck hard one last time and remove my mouth from his penis. When my lips leave his tip, I make a popping noise that has Mr. M shaking.

Following his example from earlier, I slowly stroke Mr. M waiting for him to beg for more friction. His shaking means he's close but he's not giving in, stubborn man.

I give up after a while and wrap my breasts around his penis. I make sure everything's secure before I start bobbing up and down vigorously while sucking hard on his tip.

Mr. M's breathing gets shallow and the only warning I get from him is his body tensing. He screams when the semen comes out. I let it fall on my breasts and stroke him in my hands until he's drained dry.

His scream resembles my own, there may have been words but it's too jumbled to know for sure.

It doesn't matter though who won or lost. I think Mr. M and I can both agree that we are both pretty pleased by the outcome.

AN: Did I do good? Anyway this happens after the long day of dress shopping. Don't remember the chapter? Do you really care at this point? Lol.

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