It took her a second to react to his words, but she straightened up, turning in his arms and pulling his head down to kiss him on the lips. While they kissed he maneuvered them around so he was under the spray of the water.
He broke off the kiss and reached for the body wash. “Go ahead and get dried off so you don’t get cold.”
But she shook her head, reaching for the body wash in his hand. “It’s my turn.” She plucked the bottle out of his hand before he could react, squeezed some into her palm, and began soaping his torso, doing like he did to her—starting at his shoulders, working her way down his arms, picking up each hand in turn, smoothing bubbles over the surface and between the fingers, before moving to his chest. Her hands were gentle and soft over his body, and he squirmed when she passed over his ribs, the pressure so light it tickled. Just like he’d done to her, she bypassed his cock, which was more of a challenge, since it stood straight out, hard and ready, and she had to duck and maneuver her head to avoid it as she soaped down the fronts of his legs. A few times he held his breath as her face passed so close that he could feel her breath whisper over the tip even in the humid air of the shower. But she steadfastly ignored it, barely even glancing at it as she worked the soap over his body.
She stood and indicated that he should turn around, which he did, closing his eyes and steeling himself to endure more of the torture of her hands on him, but not where he wanted. She rubbed his back, the pressure firmer, massaging his muscles, then moving down to his ass. He tensed, wondering what she would do there, but he should’ve known better about his innocent little Hannah. Though at times like this when she pushed her own boundaries, she surprised him, and it seemed like anything was possible. She worked her way down the backs of his thighs and over his calves, brushing her hands over his ankles, then running them back up the outside of his thighs before pressing herself against his back, one hand coming around to circle around his cock, the other stroking his balls. She started to work him, the soap still in her hand providing enough slip so that she could slide all the way from base to tip and back again, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.
As he got close to the edge, he gritted his teeth, debating whether to stop her or not. His hand twitched, ready to pull hers away from him. He really wanted to finish inside her, but he had no idea when or if that would ever happen. At least this way he wouldn’t have blue balls for hours. And so he gave himself over to the sensation of her warm, slippery hand squeezing him, pumping hard and fast, her breasts pressed against his back, her other hand cupping his balls, gently rolling them in her fingers, and he went over the edge, a shudder washing through him, tingling from his head down his spine, as he emptied himself over the top of her hand.
His hand finally covered hers, slowing her down, his cock too sensitive now. He let the water rinse away the results of his orgasm before turning and kissing Hannah again, the water cooling around them. Turning it off, he swept the curtain back, grabbing her towel first and wrapping it around her shoulders, kissing her once more before grabbing his own.
This girl. Never before had he spent this much time with a girl fooling around without actually having sex. And even though he wanted that more than anything, he was happy to do whatever she wanted, whatever made her feel good, without pushing for more. Today was her birthday, and he fully intended to give her several more orgasms before he took her home later, but he wasn’t going to push for anything else. She’d let him know when she was ready. But God, he hoped it was soon.