W is for Wet & Wild
The warm water streams over your bare back, steam rising around you like a cloud. Large, rough hands, slick with moisture, grasp your hips. The tickling sensation of Negan's beard runs down over your shoulder blade as he kisses along your spine. You brace hands against the wall in front of you, trying to keep upright despite the overwhelming pleasure of Negan's bare body against your own.
Negan's cock enters you from behind in a long, slow thrust, driving you up against the shower wall. Gasping, you push your hips back into him, reaching an arm over your shoulder and grasping a handful of his wet, dark hair; using that grip to pull his face closer. His lips capture yours, neck twisting as you try to take his tongue deep into your mouth, the same way you're taking his cock. Your lips and tongue dance with his own, before he pulls back, nips your shoulder, and his hips start up a rhythm that is both heavenly and torturous at the same time.
You barely notice when he reaches up and starts fiddling with the showerhead, instead focused on the feel of his dick sinking deep inside your body. Your eyes close, lips moaning out his name like a plea, as he fucks you into the slippery shower wall. However, you do notice when, seconds later, the stream of warm water moves down over your body, to center directly on your clit.
Crying out in shock, your eyes fly open and look down to see Negan's large, tan hand holding the detachable showerhead. He has the flow of water aimed so that it is hitting the most sensitive spot on your entire body. Gasping and whining out in pleasure, bracing your hands solidly against the slick tiles, you throw back your head and stare sightlessly up at the ceiling as the sensations become almost overwhelming.
Negan continues to thrust inside you, one hand steadily holding the showerhead, while his other hand wraps around your stomach to help stabilize you. His growls float through the steamy mist and are like magic to your ears. He leans down and pulls your earlobe between his teeth, biting gently while whispering, "That's it, doll. Fucking come apart for me."
And you do. Your body twists and shudders, and you shout Negan's name while pleasure rolls through your body, absolutely shattering you. Negan is quick to follow, groaning out your own name as he follows you over the edge and into nirvana.
The sensations of the showerhead on your clit start to become too much, and you reach down to wrap shaky fingers around Negan's wrist, pulling his arm away. He slowly trails the water up over your body, causing you to twist against him, before he replaces the showerhead above you. The hand around your stomach reaches down to cut off the water, leaving only the sounds of your heavy breathing, and the feel of Negan's large, hard body against your back, as the steam in the stall dances lightly across your warm flesh.
He chuckles in your ear, causing shivers to go down your spine, before his sinful voice drawls, "You were right, doll. This is a great fucking way to conserve water."
Laughing in response, you turn in his arms, lift up on tiptoe, and kiss that devilish smirk. Negan reaches outside the stall for a towel, wrapping it around your torso before he picks you up and carries you out of the bathroom. Despite just showering, it wasn't long before you and Negan got dirty and sweaty all over again. But you didn't mind, not if it meant climbing back in that stall with him again later, and getting clean in the best way possible.
