Savannah inhaled as he slid inside her. She was finding that the shower was not the most comfortable place for sex -- but there was an exotic pleasure to be had in these close quarters.
Their bodies slid against each other as he thrust into her. Savannah's legs were wrapped around CJ's waist, arms drawn around him as his own arms protected her from crashing into the wall. Normal sex did not feel this close, this connected.
Once settled against him as he began his rhythm, she pressed her mouth against his again. While their kiss had not been interrupted, per se, she had drawn back just a little in order to become settled. Now, she dove back in, enthusiastically seeking out his tongue with her own.
She whimpered softly with each thrust, the sound torn somewhere between a soft cry and a groan, though she did not pull away from him to vocalize her pleasure more clearly. She wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to be in as much contact as possible as he moved inside her. The angle was different than what she was accustomed to, and his erection stimulated her in certain, unfamiliar ways that drove her wild.