My back is pressed up against the hard tile as one of Rhodes's hands reaches up and turns the tap, soaking us both in mildly cold water. I'm about to squeal and complain about how cold it is and how I'm still dressed, but then Rhodes's lips make their way to the patch of skin just below my ear, and I lose all sense entirely. My hands are hungry, reaching down to slide his boxers down his legs. His hands are already making quick work of my minimal clothing, tossing both my drenched T-shirt and flimsy panties into a pile at the corner of the shower.
"Fuck, you look incredible," Rhodes groans, leaning back for a moment as he holds me upright still. The water cascades down over me as I dig my nails into his shoulders, his hips grinding into mine slow and teasing. I think I must look like a drowned rat, but not in his eyes.
Rhodes props my body up against the wall as he adjusts his grip before sliding into me slowly. I don't know if I'll ever quite get used to the fullness, but something deep inside of me knows that it will always feel incredible. The rhythm starts off slow, Rhodes rocking his hips against mine in deliberately slow and deep thrusts. But soon, the need for him to be closer and deeper overtakes me as I claw at his back and shoulders, begging him to go faster. He obliges, burying his face in my shoulder as the rhythm picks up. The tiles of the shower scratch my back ever so slightly, but I barely feel it, my other senses seemingly numbed and unimportant at this point in time.
"You like being fucked in the shower, baby?" he grunts in my ear as I fist his curls. My moans answer his questions as he brings one of his hands down to run the point where our bodies connect.
"Come on, baby, let me watch you," he leans his head back as he grinds his hips roughly. I come apart moments after he speaks, a warm glow washing over me as I reach the point of ecstasy. Rhodes follows moments later, his lips pressed clumsily against my own. I ride out the high, clinging my body against his, all the other nerves in my body slowly but surely coming back to life. I suddenly feel the warm water against my skin, overwhelming me with warmth as Rhodes holds me close against him, peppering kisses across my cheek before my feet make contact with the tiled floor once more.
"Come on then, hurry up, big day ahead," he announces cheekily, giving my bum one last squeeze before he exits the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. I lean against the shower wall, giggling like a little schoolgirl.
"No shaving!" I call out to him with a grin.
"Anything for you, my love," he calls back in response as I tilt my head back underneath the water. I can't see him, but I hear the enormous grin in his voice. The stubble stays.