You walk into your apartment after a long day of work. Your boyfriend sitting at the edge of the bed, greets you with a smile.
Tired, you walk over and give him a kiss on the cheek.
"How was work, my love?" He asks, you release a relieved sigh.
"Same old, same old. I'll shower now, we can spend some time together when I'm out." You reply. He nods silently.
You make your way into the bathroom, grabbing a towel on your way. Closing the door, but not entirely. Leaving it a crack open. You undress and let your hair down, then reach for the shower faucet and run the water.
Placing your phone on the counter, you play your favorite song The Hills by The Weeknd.
As the music starts up, you get into the shower and close the glass door behind you. The warm water running down your face, relieving your stress. The tension leaving your body, you relax. The music picking up more.
A minute into your diminishing shower, you hear rustling from the other side. Attempting to find the noise, only to be met with the blurry glass. You shrug it off and run shampoo through your hair. Just then, you hear the music get louder; meaning the glass door had just been opened.
You rush your face under the water and rinse the shampoo away from your eyes. You turn around and cover your bare body. Your boyfriend stands before you, in the scud. You gulp and try to make your way past him out the door.
He grabs you by the face and stops you, astonished you freeze in place.
"We can spend time this way, darling." He whispers into your ear. It sends a shiver down your neck and hits your spine. You can feel your face burning up.
You make your way back under the water. He reaches for the conditioner and puts some on his hand.
"Relax." He insists. You unclench your fists and drop your shoulders. Closing your eyes, leaning back against him. He runs his fingers veiled in conditioner through your hair. After he finishes, you rinse the conditioner from your hair. Teeming your fingers down your now softened hair; rid of the knots, he slowly introduces his palm to yours.
With a nervous shiver, you slowly turn your head back to look up and meet his eyes. His desperate, hypnotizing eyes. He lifts your chin with his pointer finger and convenes his lips with yours. A passionate, wet kiss to the beat. His hand bidding yours goodbye then wandering your smooth body. Colliding both his arms around your waist, he pulls you in.
Stunned by his actions, you let out an overwhelmed squirm. He giggles and grips his hand around your neck, pulling your head backwards so you're facing the ceiling. His palm adjusts itself, holding your head by the bottom of your chin.
"Be good for me, princess." He orders. Wanting to fight back, your body disagrees. You stay in the position he's sculpted you into. With his other arm, he holds yours back. The warm water dripping off of him onto your face. You silently give in.
On the beat, he thrusts into you. His hand moving up from your chin, and over your mouth, he puts two fingers on your tongue. Your body trembles enjoyably as happy screams escape from your mouth. Time being well spent, you pleasure each other. The music changing to multiple different songs, each matching the mood.
By the time you've turned the water off and opened the glass door, your body struggling to stand straight. You throw on one of your boyfriend's shirts and rush to bed. Exhausted, you tuck yourself in. Your boyfriend walks over with a cup of tea and places it on the table next to you. He pokes your nose and smiles at you, you smile back.
