Ive got her right where I want her: flush against the tile wall while my knee inches her thighs further apart. My left hand shackles her wrists, rendering her a powerless, panting mass of nerves that react wildly to my every touch. I tangle the fingers of my right hand in her soaked hair, grabbing the golden strands by fistfuls, tugging and groping. I pull a little too hard and a hear her hiss, feel her almost jerk free of my grasp. Replacing my hand with my face, I nuzzle her head and apologize softly. Her breath races again; my hand is sliding down her neck, gliding in the waterfall between her shoulder blades. My fingers zig and zag lazily across the moistened skin of her back, leaving aching gooseflesh in their wake. It takes every ounce of resolve housed in my being not to whirl her around and set my lips to the task of kissing every inch of her. But patience is a great virtue, and at this moment, I consider myself an absolute saint.

She strains again, half-heartedly trying to break away, but she stops the instant my right hand reaches that spot. Touching that delicate skin of her inner thigh always makes her suck her breath, lose her composure. Now I can push myself into her slippery body, now that Im sure shes burning inside just like me. My body shudders, my nipples harden, the water softly rolling down her back tickles my skin. And as our bodies slide against each other, my hand begins its slow journey to what I crave to touch: Tina, my Tina. I feel her body relax and sag into mine; shes done struggling. But I must admit, that was half the fun, feeling her pull and twist to get away from her bondage. She rest her head on my shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted, ready for whatever my lust, my love has in store for her. I cant find it in my heart to keep her bound, so I open my fist and slide my palm down her arm until it finally settles happily on her left breast.

She drapes one arm around my neck, weaving her fingers through my hair, pulling on my neck so my lips can caress the soft curve jaw. I nibble and kiss and suck and feel as her right hand forms a cloak over mine, infusing it with the warmth of her touch. And she begins to guide me, to move my hand to where she wants me and to where I want to be. One hand is independent, sliding across her chest and tummy of its own accord. But this hand, this hand she grasps, is led. With her fingers she tells how many she wants me to use. With her palm she sets the pace, shows me the gentle rhythm that I must use. With every shudder she says my name, with every breath she tells me yesbaby. With every inch of her skin that touches me, I realize how much I love this woman. Only moments ago, I was in control; but now, shes showing me how to make love to her. And I wouldnt have it any other way.