"Stiff," he replied, working his arm in tight circles. "I hope I don't need to exert the muscles for a while."
"Well, you'll be doing that this afternoon," I said as I put away the scissors and packed away my kit. "You need to start rehabilitating that shoulder."
Mark groaned and leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, sticking out his lip and pouting. I'm sure he knew how cute and adorable he was when he did that, but I wasn't going to let it deter me. “Now, let's get you into the shower to wash up and relax. We've got no business appointments today, just the workout and then some much needed private time together."
Mark smiled and went into our brand new bathroom. While Mount Zion originally didn't have very good water pipes, the workers we'd had on the property ever since we moved back had worked updating the utilities to modern standards. The scars across the turf around the building were still raw and fresh, but our new home was now fully equipped with all the amenities.
The bathroom was our biggest work, with an in ground deep tub that could go all the way to your neck without a problem. It was even environmentally friendly, using filtered and re-circulated water from the shower and the bath to do the laundry and toilets before finally doing some sort of whoopty-dos and irrigating the vegetable garden we'd had put in. It was another public relations coup for Marcus Smiley, and was getting us a write-up in the local paper the next week.
Right then though, Mark needed a shower, and I listened at the door as he got into the stall and the dual overhead sprays turned on. I gave him about two or three minutes to let himself get acclimated before slipping quietly into the bathroom and stripping, getting into the stall behind him while he shampooed his hair. "Mmmm, now that's something that will motivate any woman to work out," I said, running my hands over his chest. The muscles were slick with water and the runoff from his shampoo, and I relished the feeling of his skin under my fingertips. "Very sexy."
Mark sighed and leaned his head back, letting his arms rest on the granite tile of the stall. "You can do that all day."
I rubbed my breasts against his back, enjoying the feeling radiating out from my nipples. I continued my massage, tweaking his nipples and kissing the large muscles in between his shoulder blades. Keeping my right hand on his chest, I rubbed my left hand down to his waist, wrapping my fingers around his rapidly thickening cock. "Think I can do this part all day too?"
Mark's rumbling reply vibrated through his chest, and I slowly jacked his cock, until his head drooped and the breath tore through his body.
The feeling of having him in my control was exhilarating, and I paused as a kinky thought came to mind. "You know, in this position I'm the one in charge," I whispered into his ear. "You've taken me from behind so many times..... maybe I should return the favor?"
I heard Mark's breath catch, then he slid his feet apart, bracing them against the side of the stall. "I trust you," is all he said, his voice quiet and intense.
My heart swelled in my chest as I realized just how much Mark was giving me. He was the ultimate alpha male in my mind, strong, intelligent, decisive, powerful. Yet here he was, willing to let me have my way with him. The fact that he was so confident in himself and trusting of me made him even more masculine and alpha in my eyes. I slid beside him, and turned his chin until he could look at me. "I don't need to," I said, kissing him. "But maybe some other time."
We kissed, our lips meeting and the warm water running down our bodies. It was like kissing in a tropical rain shower, and before I knew it, Mark had wrapped his arms around me, holding me against him as our tongues and lips caressed one another and I could feel his cock press against my belly.
Mark pulled me in tighter. He lifted me up in his arms, his footing sure and stable even in the wet shower stall, pinning my body against the relatively cool tile of the shower wall. I wrapped my legs around him, both of us letting loose long groans as I sank down onto his wide, beautiful shaft. It didn't matter how often or how many times, having Mark's cock inside me was heaven on earth. "Did you stop the pills?"
I nodded, smiling. I'd thrown out the package the day after our fight with the two men, along with the M-14 rifle, all three being dumped into the ocean. "You said after the Russians were done."