Sunday Steam & Secrets

“You like me like this?” His voice was a ragged gasp, barely audible above the pounding water. I didn’t bother looking up, simply leaving my finger nestled in my mouth, clinging to the taste of soap and something infinitely more primal. It was a habit, a small, shameful indulgence that always seemed to leave me wanting more.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” I fluttered my eyelashes, a ridiculous, practiced move, but he didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were fixed on me, dark and intense, as he shifted slightly, a twitch in his muscles betraying the anticipation building within him. A strangled sound escaped his throat, a low rumble of pleasure as he struggled to maintain his composure. My own body began to heat, responding to his arousal, a shiver tracing its way down my spine.

“Let’s shower,” he managed to croak, his voice thick with desire. The words hung in the humid air, heavy with unspoken promises. Without a word, I unfastened my robe, tossing it carelessly onto the vanity next to where Lisa, my partner, was already stripping down. The cool tile of the shower floor sent a pleasant shock through my bare feet as I opened the door and stepped inside.

The steam hung thick and heavy, blurring the edges of the room, creating a hazy, intimate atmosphere. Lisa stood against the wall, her back arched slightly, the cold tile clinging to her skin. The water cascaded down, a relentless torrent, carrying with it the scent of chlorine and something infinitely more intoxicating – her scent. She moved the soapy sponge over her body, a slow, deliberate rhythm, tilting her head back to wet her hair, her eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

I watched her, mesmerized, as she worked the soap into a foamy lather, her body glistening under the shower’s harsh light. Her movements were both graceful and raw, a captivating display of vulnerability and strength. I felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to touch her, to lose myself in the heat of her skin. As I leaned in the doorway, twisting my perspective through the steamed-up glass, I felt the heat radiate from her body, clinging to me like a second skin.

Slowly, deliberately, I moved closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. My fingers traced the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts, sending shivers of anticipation through me. I lowered my hand, running it over the smooth, wet expanse of her stomach, feeling the warmth of her body beneath my fingertips. A low moan escaped her lips as I brought my hand higher, grazing her nipples with a slow, deliberate caress.

Then, without hesitation, I leaned in further, my lips brushing against her ear. "You like me like this?" I whispered, my voice a soft murmur, a silent invitation. Her eyes snapped open, a flash of desire in their depths, and she grabbed my ass, pulling me closer, her grip firm and insistent.

Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as my hand moved lower, tracing the delicate curve of her pussy. Gingerly, I tickled her there, my fingertips teasing her sensitive flesh. The anticipation built, a delicious tension that threatened to consume me. Then, I parted her lips with my finger, pushing it inside, exploring the familiar terrain of her mouth. My tongue swirled around hers, tasting the salty tang of her breath, her body responding with a subtle tremor.

Lisa tilted her head to the side, a playful challenge in her eyes. She grabbed my hair, pulling me closer, her grip surprisingly strong. As she did, I brought my face closer to hers, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin, feeling her warmth against my cheek. With one hand, I supported her weight, the other caressing her pussy, my fingertips exploring the delicate folds of her flesh. The shower water streamed down our bodies, a constant reminder of our shared pleasure, amplifying the heat and intensity of the moment.

I nuzzled my nose in the small bush of hair on the top of her pussy, savoring her scent, letting the feel of her wetness excite me further. On my knees, I licked up and down her hot slit, the rough texture of her skin sending shivers down my spine. The shower water ran down her stomach, soaking her pussy, and I nuzzled her pussy with my nose, smelling her sweet scent. I slowly pushed my tongue in and out of her, exploring the depths of her pleasure, feeling her hips push into my face as my warm tongue filled her.

I pushed my tongue in and out, a little faster, sliding over her clit each time, watching her reaction with a predatory glee. She ran her fingers through my damp, wet, brown hair, pushing my head into her with her hands. I wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezing her slippery ass from behind, feeling the tension building in her body as I increased the pressure. My body slapped against her wet, hot skin, as I continued to circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking over her clit with my tongue, watching her reactions with a predatory glee.

The gushing shower water drowned out her soft moans, but they were still there, a constant reminder of her pleasure. I pushed two fingers inside of her, starting slowly, then getting faster, moving them in and out as I sucked her hard clit. Her hips bucked on my face as I thrashed her clit with my tongue and jammed my fingers inside her. Her wetness drenched my fingers, and I pulled out, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I stood again, my hard cock pressing against her, feeling the heat radiate from her body. I moved my cock up and down on her slit, getting it wet with her juice, teasing her clit before pushing it in. Slowly, I moved in and out, feeling the rhythm of her breathing, anticipating her every movement. Her lips parted and let out a small gasp, her body tensing up as she reached her climax.

“Ohh, yes, Mike,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible above the roar of the shower. At the same time, I shot a stream of hot cum inside her as we came together, a shared explosion of pleasure that left us both breathless.

I pulled out, my muscles aching, my heart pounding, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction. I carried her out of the shower, drying her with a soft towel, savoring the lingering scent of her skin. Gently, I patted her body dry, then leaned down and kissed her, a tender expression of gratitude and desire. Finally, I rested beside her, watching her slowly lose consciousness, her body relaxing into my arms. She drifted off to sleep, her breathing even and steady, a perfect picture of serenity. The shower had been a primal, passionate experience, a release of pent-up desires that left us both feeling renewed and invigorated. As I held her close, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story.

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