Shower scene (I should be a porn author)

I never understood how people can claim not to have seen breakups coming. Of course, theres a large factor of denial, even I can admit to that, especially as I'm laying next to him in his bed and the the soft morning sun rays reach in through the white drapes, coloring in the few remaining hints of childish innocence in his face. It's been quite a while since he was a child, and quite a while since he was innocent too for that matter. I smile in a naughty fashion while remembering all the crazy, horny things we'd been up to just after we'd just gotten together, but my smile quickly fades when I think of the past few nights. We'd been all alone in the house, with all opportunity in the world to, well, fuck each others brains out, but he hadn't even seemed to want to touch me. I sigh and keep my glance on him, pressing my lips together. "I still love you, you know" I then whisper, a lovely cue for him to roll over in his sleep and turn his back towards me. I shake my head and wonder why I even try anymore.
With yet another sigh I rise and scooch forwards to the foot end of the bed. Hesitantly as always, I place my feet on the icy floor and inhale with my mouth open while the cold currents through my foot soles and tingles up my legs, causing my toes to flex and curl. I rush across the floor, walking in a quite bouncing fashion, grabbing a towel thats spread across the backrest of a chair as I go. I reach the bathroom and pause on the bathroom mat, which becomes my warm, fluffy island in the chilly ocean of bathroom tiles, then take a big step towards the shower, turn the water on, and retreat to the mat before the water drops start running. His shower always takes a while to get warm, and unless you want to be scolded 5 minutes later, patience is the only way to go.
In the meanwhile, I turn to face the mirror. My hair looks relatively good considering it hasn't been brushed yet, it could maybe even be described as cute, or sexy. "Sexy", I smile, and pull my t-shirt off, letting it drop to the floor, and facing my naked mirror image. I wonder if he still thinks I'm sexy. I pull my hair over to once side and inspect my figure. Maybe not the fittest woman on earth, nor the one with the biggest breasts, but still a quite athletic, lean figure, and killer legs from all the running. I smile, then pull some faces to myself, before turning and stepping in under the running water.
The water is still cold, and I cringe a little bit. My nipples immediately go stiff from the temperature and I look down to inspect my now rather sexual looking breasts. Embracing them with my hands, I lift the up to form a cleavage and purse my lips at how much better that looks. A puddle of water starts to collect in the cavity I created, so I let go and my breasts immediately bounce down into their original position. I grab some soap and rub it between my hands until a creamy foam forms. I smother it all over my neck, chest, stomach, thighs... I pause at my thighs. I raise my hands up to my lower stomach again, and start to continue down.
"Thinking of me?"I bounce at the sudden interruption, but my shock is quickly replaced by a mixture of joy and embarrassment when I see him standing there at the door. I start to subconsciously cover myself up with my arms, until he pulls his shirt of and is now wearing nothing but white boxer shorts. I glance down to see that he's getting hard and without thinking about it, I lick my lips, sucking onto my lower lip slowly before releasing them. I exit the shower and walk over to him, the cold still tingling in my feet. I can't help but let my excitement away in a sudden exhale as he places his hands on my lower back and abruptly pulls my hips towards his. He leans in as if to kiss me, but just as our lips grace, he changes his mind and starts kissing my jaw line instead. I moan while pushing my hands down the front of his boxers, and teasingly claw up the front of his thighs. He pulls them off and I walk in front of him into the streaming water I never bothered to turn off. When I want to turn towards him again, he is already pressing against my back, holding my shoulders square in place. I can't move an inch, and I don't want to either, especially not with his erection pressing against my backside. He swipes my hair to my left shoulder and I automatically tilt my head as he kisses the right side of my neck. My inability to stay silent just eggs him on and his hands reach to my front, first both cupping my breasts, then letting his right hand wander down and reach in between my legs. I spread my knees and bend forward, letting him reach wherever he wants, although it's becoming increasingly difficult to stay standing as his touch sends electric jolts down my thighs. I'm now almost screaming and pressing my ass towards him, which seems to become too much for him: Using his hands to direct his big, hard cock, he enters me with a deep and slow "oh". He digs his fingers into my hip bones and pulls me back towards him in yet another deep thrust.

I'm not gonna continue. But you get my drift.
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