-Atsuko's POV-

My mind was prepared for the sequence of events that would happen after I heard that auditory click of the bathroom door being shut behind me. It was prepared for the easy way the next few moments would flow together. Perhaps, I read too many romance novels or watched too many romance movies. I anticipated that Gene would turn away to attend to the facets to start the water and adjust it to an appropriate temperature. While he had his back turned to me, I would easily peel away the layers of clothing; it didn't end up being as easy as I thought.

When I got dressed for the trip I made sure that I dressed in layers. This way I wouldn't get cold if we had to pull over due to a flat tire or engine malfunction, but also if I got too warm I could peel off the first layer or so to make myself more comfortable. I thought I was being smart but I didn't anticipate this situation or the difficulties I would have in it because of my outfit choice.

The hoodie I was wearing should have been easy enough to discard. It was an oversized pullover so I should have just been able to whip the thing over my head. I just happened to forget how the sleeves were fraying at the cuffs. Apparently those frays, over time, had turned into holes in a couple places and my fingers somehow ended up trapped in those holes. So, I had to take a few minutes to free those trapped digits. I felt like I was stuck in one of those Chinese finger trap things, where once you put a finger on either side if you just kept pulling to get them out it never would release you from it's clutches.

After I got the hoodie over my head I knew that the tee I wore under it was going to be a problem also. It was older and probably two sizes too small. At least I didn't have to really deal with sleeves, but I did have to basically do some strange belly dance-like maneuver just to wiggle out of it and get that top over my head.

Now on my top half I only wore my bra. I frowned at the fact that it was plain cotton and did not at least have a pretty floral pattern or, even better, satin and lacey cups. Regardless of that though I still opted to keep that on for a little bit longer while I pulled my bottoms off.

Luckily the yoga pants I wore couldn't give me any grief. The waistband was a drawstring and where they ended at my ankles hung loosely, so I simply just untied the drawstring and let the pants fall around my ankles. Not very sexy but at least it was efficient. I turned to see how Gene was doing with the water temperature, and I felt myself freeze. For just a moment he held that grin on his face that I knew was reserved for when he found something humorous; whether it were something mildly humorous or extreme didn't seem to matter that the man wasn't frugal with his smiles. In a fraction of a second though that smile had turned into something positively predatory, and that look had a new sensation settling within me. I felt my stomach begin to quiver and a tightness begin lower that was making my core clench.

I guess it didn't matter that I wasn't wearing sexier lingerie. He was already growing eager as a result of the amount of skin that was already showing. He began prowling at me like a tiger, and I was his prey. Suddenly his arms were around me, and I found his deft fingers toying with the enclosure at my back. He leaned in and whispered into my ear. His breath hot and lips caressing the shell of it, making me shiver, and my body responding to him in an even more aroused state than before. "Let me help you with that." I can't be sure if I nodded, or he simply took my body language as an affirmative response, but, in that moment, I definitely was no longer nervous as I felt the garment begin to fall loose around my chest. His fingertips traced gently up my arms to the straps on my shoulders and simply brushed the fabric away. I think I must have grown a little self-conscious because my arms moved on their own as if to keep the fabric in place. The straps became trapped in the bend of my elbows. I sighed in exasperation at my body's subconscious moves. I tried to shake them off and focus on the emotions swirling between the two of us. I chose to let those emotions empower the courageous action to just let go.

My bra was discarded and dropped unceremoniously with the rest of my clothing. I didn't take the opportunity to look down at the floor where they had gathered though; instead, I looked up at Gene. His darkened irises and blown pupils flickering over the swell of my breasts. His physical and emotional reaction sent a rush that had my body craving this even more. "Damn, you're beautiful." The fingertips of his left hand tracing delicately over the upper curve up my right breast. His other hand managing to ground me by cupping my ribcage a few centimeters below the underswell of my left breast.

I knew he could sense both my urgent craving and the nerves that I couldn't seem to shake by his tentative movements. He glanced up directly in my eyes before the fingertips of his left hand trailed further south. They gently grazed over the sensitive flesh of my nipple. The action made both of my nipples bud and tighten further, goosebumps erupted all over my body, and created an urgency in me that wanted him to touch me all over.

Reading me like a book the right hand that was cupping my ribs trailed further south and traced gently against the elastic of my panties. I knew he was asking if I was ready to be completely bared to him and while there was a part of me that wasn't sure, a bigger part of me felt if he didn't make the next move I would surely spontaneously combust. I also noticed in that moment that I had been unintentionally neglecting assisting him with the removal of his own clothing. I felt my tongue tracing over my lips as the idea of seeing his bare chest stoked the fire in me even further. "I'm nearly completely naked here, and you are still fulling clothed. I think we need to be on equal footing."

Where I had dressed in completely comfy clothing Gene still dressed up a bit. He wasn't wearing a dress shirt but the long sleeve henley still reflected his impeccable taste in clothing, and the cobalt color brightened the darkness in his eyes beautifully. I don't know how I managed it as easily as I did. Where I had fumbled with my own clothing I seemed to traverse his top with ease. It had two buttons, but only one of them fastened, and I flicked that open easily with the simple flick of a wrist. Then I trailed my fingertips down his chest to the bottom of the shirt and peeled it quickly from his body. I itched to trace the topography of his lean definition of muscles on his arms and chest, not only with my fingertips but also my eyes. That desire fed the urgency to bare him to me. I huffed in annoyance when I found a tee under the henley. I felt more than heard the laugh that built in his chest at my reaction. I chose to ignore it and pulled the tee loose from where it was tucked in his pants. I whipped it off over his head. I found myself biting my lower lip as my body began to pulsate with need as I visually took in his bare chest.

I knew that he was no slouch when it came to physical exercise, but I couldn't begin to guess what definition he hid under his clothing. He wasn't ripped but his pecs and abs had just enough definition to be slightly rippled without the aid of flexing. I gently caressed my fingertips across his collarbone, each hand meeting in the middle at his breastbone. The movement stoked even more urgency within me, but I knew the feelings the sensation elicited were not my own. I bit my lip to keep a full smirk of pride from growing on my face; I know I didn't fully succeed because I felt the corners of my lips curving upward, but I didn't dwell long in that sense of triumph. I continued the gentle touch down the swells of his pecs; my fingertips of each hand lightly grazing over a nipple. His chest expanded, and I knew he was taking in a breath to try to remain still and in control. I wasn't sure I completely wanted that though. I followed my next intended path downward with my eyes first. His abs probably couldn't be considered a full six-pack but to me there was just the right amount of definition. I followed my eyes and traced both hands to his navel. The trail of hair that began there had my mouth literally watering, but I wasn't done exploring the skin that was revealed to me quite yet. I trailed my fingertips toward either side of his hips, teasingly right along the edge where his pants kept me from touching bare skin. It was then I noticed that hint of the defined v of his pelvic bone. I ran the pads of my fingers up along that ridge and wholly decided that part of his anatomy was exceptionally sexy, but I could only see a small fraction of it and needed to see more. I ran my fingers back to his navel with purpose and quickly began to unbuckle his belt. The action of unfastening his belt and the button and zipper of his pants unintentionally had me caressing his arousal, which only enhanced my own. My breath was quickening as I felt myself begin to shake with need. I frowned when Gene pulled my hands away. He pulled my panties quickly down my body and told me to get in the shower. Did I take the teasing too far? He didn't feel upset, but the waves of arousal left me a little lightheaded.

-Gene's POV-

Fuck! I needed to get a handle on my emotions otherwise I was going to hurt her without intending to. I knew she would be shy while exploring my body. Honestly, her shyness was one of the most endearing things about her, and that's why I let it carry on as long as it had. The problem was that I was nearing the edge of my restraint and couldn't hold on for much longer.

Fuck! But there would be more teasing simply by being so close in the shower stall together. Was bathing together really a good idea right now? I had my back to her but my mind was already conjuring what I would see when I looked back at her. I clenched my fists tightly before turning my eyes on her.

Despite the frosted glass of the shower door, I could still easily make out the contours of her shapely form. I opened the door a miniscule amount, those abstract shapes not quite enough to appease my mind, and through that small crevice I took her in completely. Her body was completely bared to me since she had her back to the showerhead. The water sluiced over her breasts, streaming down her nipples in an enticing way that had me quickly removing my trousers and boxer briefs in one swift movement. I watched a particular water droplet trail down her pelvic bone and slide between her legs. How the fuck could I be jealous of a droplet of water just because its path ended exactly where I wanted to be?!

I roughly pulled the shower door open the rest of the way and climbed in. She smiled at me and her arms immediately twined around my neck. Her fingers of both hands clasped roughly in my hair, and I found myself groaning when our damp skin skated against each other. Talking through gritted teeth I said, "This needs to be the fastest shower ever!"

She smirked at me and skirted away. I had the immediate impulse to pull her back, but when I realized she was only getting the shampoo from the corner I simply smirked back. I barely registered her pouring the liquid in her cupped hand, but when she administered the foaming liquid to my scalp I groaned and instinctively ground against her. She panted for a brief moment. "You said you wanted this to be a fast shower. You really aren't helping here." Her words were teasing but her tone was completely drenched with her own arousal.

I maneuvered around her so I could switch our positions and wash the shampoo out of my hair. Then I turned and reached for the conditioner. She had already managed to wash all the shampoo out of her own while I had been lost in my own thoughts before joining her in the shower. I finger combed the conditioner through her hair, making sure to get the ends. Then after that I reached for the soap. I lathered up my hands and liberally applied the foaming bubbles to every inch of her body. I would have been more meticulous in my administrations and given each inch of her creamy skin the detailed attention it deserved if I weren't nearing the point where I would lose complete control.

Once clean I dragged her out of the shower and snagged the towels from the rack they were hanging on. I wasn't even going to wait for us to towel dry. I would simply lay them down under her body and we could air dry. It was warm enough in the room that I knew we wouldn't have to worry about the air being too chilly on our still damp skin.

There were no words uttered before we were both arranged on the top of the bedspread and nest of towels I had rushed to set down. The gravity had some of the still lingering water droplets meandering down her body. I dragged my tongue up the path of the northernmost one,teasing my way between the valley of her breasts. The gasping breaths and moans she was making were music to my ears. Our bodies already intimately aligned, her legs cradling me against her heat. The unintentional grazing of my cock against her entrance having me binding myself against the mental tether of my self control.

Despite that slowly unravelling grip I had on my sanity I found my hands gripping her hips and earnestly encouraging them to continue the exquisite torture. My eyes rolled as I endured the inflicted pleasure. I quickly made sure to reopen them to see she was also affected. Her pupils dilated. Her nipples sharp little buds that I couldn't keep from rubbing my fingertips over to drive her and myself further insane.

I trailed my gaze over the other glistening trails that lingered. I found another path I wanted to follow much like the first. I pulled myself away and leaned down to trail the end with my tongue. The path had stopped at the inside of her thigh, two inches above her knee. I trekked up the path slowly, savoring. I nearly lost it when my nose bumped up against her damp curls. I inhaled deeply through my nose and caught the fragrance of her musky arousal. The scent had me diverting from my original plan to finish following the water droplet.

Atsuko's POV -

I was pretty damn sure that it was impossible for me to be more turned on than I am right now. In fact, I am worried that one of two things will happen if he doesn't get busy and attend to my needs soon. Either I will spontaneously combust/explode, or that I will rapidly liquify into a puddle. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about either of those impossibilities because in the next moment I felt his touch. I already knew this intimate touch with his fingers from when he previously touched me like this, but this time I also knew that he was directing his gaze to intently watch what he was doing to me. My body heat began to rise, caused only slightly by embarrassment mostly caused by my heightened state of arousal.

His fingers began tracing over me, petting gently at me as if he had all the time in the world. I impulsively bucked my hips up at him alerting him to my impatience. My nervousness burning away leaving me only with need.

A finger curled into me and the intrusion left me breathless. I felt myself mentally drifting into a hazy fogginess and I clenched down momentarily on the probing digit. My muscles relaxing just after.

I bit my tongue for a brief moment when I felt his body retreating from mine, but then I sighed in relief when I felt him come back, stretching me open even further. When I felt comfortable with the additional finger I repeated the clenching and releasing action. I registered his retreat and nearly shouted out my desperation. Then he was applying more pressure, coaxing a third finger in alongside the other two. This pressure was nearly painful, and I found myself wincing in reaction.

"Relax, Atsuko. Relax, love. I'm doing my damndest to stay in control, to focus so I won't hurt you. I need you to do your part and remember to relax though." Then I felt the pad of his thumb come in contact with my clit. I nearly squealed in surprise and rapture. "Shh. I will make damn sure you feel good when I get inside you, sweetheart. But right now, I just want to get you close to that edge. I don't want to see you fall over it before I am inside you." He coaxed at my clit again and groaned.

I could tell this one was not just his own heightened state but also annoyance lacing his mood. I found the corners of my mouth turning downward in concern. But before I could ask him what was suddenly wrong he was pulling away from me. I nearly closed the gap in my legs due to my confusion when his annoyance began to register and make sense. He ran into the bathroom and retrieved his pants. Suddenly, I knew what he was doing, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly made his way back to me. After hearing the package ripping open I felt one of his hands coaxing at me again. The sensations sending my mind off kilter and reminding my body of what it wanted and what was about to happen. "Remember to stay relaxed, sweetheart." He pressed his forehead against my own as I felt him pressing against me.

His fingers prepped me but I could tell even three fingers only mildly compared to the girth of him. I made sure to relax the whole time as he slowly pushed into me coaxing just a bit more every second. I cried out at one point. The pain was minor, and I had expected it, but it was still more intense than I had anticipated. He hovered over me. "Shh. It's okay." He whispered in my ear. Then I felt a finger questing at my clit again. The action had me crying out in a wholly different matter. I barely registered his lips trailing down my neck. Nibbling as I felt myself clawing at completion. Then I felt the fingers of his other hand fondling my right breast. His mouth finding the nipple of my left. He thrust further, and I barely acknowledged that he was fully seated against me before I was soaring through the hazy fogginess that infiltrated my mind. "Shit. That was fucking beautiful, love." I heard him say. He was moving back and forth within me now, and I found that even though I was tired my body began instinctively mirroring his own; chasing him every time he pulled away.

After a few moments I felt myself cresting again. On every pass when he fully seated against me before retreating I tightened around him. He grunted in approval and with only a few more movements he stilled and when his moan of completion breathed out against my ear I found a second one of my own following his.

This time the fuzzy haziness still clung around me, although I was pretty sure some of that could be contributed to exhaustion also. He stayed within me for a few moments, just letting us cuddle together. We spoke words of adoration but nothing concrete really permeated my mind. I vaguely registered him pulling away and retreating to the bathroom, coming back with a wet washcloth. After cleaning up I remember an annoyance of having to get up and actually get under the covers before we both were able to properly cuddle each other and fall asleep.