Midnight Shower Secrets

The alarm blares at 6:00 AM, a jarring intrusion into the lingering warmth of our intertwined bodies. Neither of us springs from the bed with the usual frantic energy. Instead, we melt together, rolling over to snuggle close, leaning in to whisper against your ear, “Come join me in the shower.” The city lights spill through the window, illuminating your naked form as you rise, a slow, deliberate movement. My eyes trace the gentle sway of your breasts with each step towards the bathroom, a primal anticipation building within me. The sight of your tits, perfectly formed and enticing, sends a jolt through my system, my cock beginning to stiffen involuntarily.

You turn on the bathroom light, casting an amber glow over the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. The sound of the water filling the shower is a siren’s call, the curtain sliding closed behind you. I give you just a moment to wash before slipping out of bed and making my way over, the heavy weight of my erection a constant reminder of the pleasure to come. The mental image of your tits, those wonderful, sensitive nipples, is burned into my mind, a potent fuel for the desire that consumes me. I hear the door creak open as you beckon me closer, and I slide into the bathroom, the scent of warm water and your skin filling my senses.

Even in the darkness, I can’t see a thing, but I can feel your body pressed against mine, radiating heat and moisture. Years of intimate exploration have etched your form into my memory, providing a rich tapestry of sensation that transcends the absence of visual stimuli. My hands instinctively reach out, finding their way to your hips, slowly sliding up your torso, seeking the promise of your breast. As my fingers graze your breasts, my thumbs find purchase beneath each globe, my fingers tracing the outline of your nipples. I am careful not to touch those delicate bulbs just yet, focusing instead on the soft, yielding flesh of your breasts, letting my hands massage them with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The warm water cascades over your skin, creating rivulets of moisture that trace their way down your body, between your breasts, along your stomach, and meeting in the sensual curve of your legs.

The shower has been silent until now, punctuated only by the steady drumming of the water. Then, your voice, a husky whisper, cuts through the quiet, “Suck them.” Without hesitation, I obey, drawing your attention to your tits. I reach over and turn off the lights, plunging us into complete darkness, the only illumination coming from the showerhead. I step closer, feeling the warmth of the water intensify as I join you.

My hands move to your hips, seeking purchase, and I begin to explore the contours of your body. The scent of your skin mixes with the steam, creating an intoxicating blend that heightens my senses. I slowly draw you closer, leaning my head down to take your left nipple into my mouth. My lips curve around the perfect form, my tongue gently brushing over the tip, while my hands continue to massage the fullness of your breasts. The coolness of the water contrasts with the heat of your body, creating a tantalizing sensation.

You bring your right hand up to the back of my head, pressing me into you more forcefully, a silent invitation to abandon restraint. “Suck it harder,” you command, and I comply, deepening my suck on your nipple, swirling my tongue around the areola. I am careful not to bite, preserving the delicate pleasure of the suck, while my hands maintain their rhythmic massage of your breasts. You hear my heavy breathing, the moan of pleasure escaping your lips as you respond.

“The other one now,” you whisper, and I gently pull back, keeping your nipple in my mouth as long as possible before letting it pop out. I immediately press my lips to your other breast, resuming the process. Your hand returns to the back of my head, crushing me closer, as I continue to explore your tits, alternating between each breast as you guide my head from one to the other. Your breathing becomes more labored, your moans turning into cries of pure pleasure.

As darkness cloaks us, my senses sharpen, feeding off the mental imagery of your body that has become ingrained in my thoughts. I reach out, my hands finding their way to your ass, my lips and tongue taking control of your tits while my hands knead your cheeks, alternating back and forth between each breast. Your body trembles with pleasure, your moans growing louder, a symphony of ecstasy. You guide my head, directing my attention to the fullness of your breasts, each movement intensifying the anticipation. The water continues to cascade, washing over your skin, creating a soothing rhythm that complements the frenzied pleasure we share.

Then, you demand, “Bite them!” Without hesitation, I comply, taking your nipple deep into my mouth and lowering my teeth around it. I can feel the sensation travel from your nipple down to your clit, igniting a fire within you. The pleasure streams down your body like the water from your breasts, rushing towards the apex of your arousal. Your hands slide off my head one by one, one grabbing your breast while the other quickly descends between your legs, a frantic dance of desire.

As the darkness intensifies, I focus solely on the sensations, lost in the rhythm of your body. I release you from my mouth for a brief moment to catch my breath, before hearing your command, “Don’t fucking stop!” You take your hand, gripping the back of my head and crushing it back down onto your breast. I begin to feed on it again, biting your nipple hard. You moan, a desperate plea for more. I twist it with my tongue, intensifying the pleasure, and you scream, your body convulsing with ecstasy. The sounds of your furious rubbing, combined with my relentless assault on your tits, fill the shower, a testament to our shared indulgence.

Then, you cry out, “Harder!” And I obey, grinding my teeth onto your hard nipple, clamping down and pulling them forward, licking the tip with my tongue. Your body is almost shaking with pleasure, every nerve ending screaming for release. Your pussy wants to cum, to overflow in a torrent of orgasmic bliss. Your hands slide off my head, one hand reaching for your breast that isn’t being devoured, and the other making its way swiftly between your legs, a frantic dance of anticipation.

I release you from my mouth just as you reach your climax, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. “Suck me, bite me, feed on me,” you demand, and I comply, fulfilling your every desire. Neither of us knows exactly how long we spent lost in this shared pleasure, lost in the darkness, lost in the heat of the shower. Finally, you collapse into me, exhausted but content, whispering, “No more.” The water continues to run, a gentle reminder of the shared experience, as we sit in silence, savoring the memory of the intense pleasure we have just experienced.

As you step out of the shower, turning on the light, my eyes fall to my own body, noticing the tension in my cock, its muscles straining to release. A wave of anticipation washes over me, a sudden realization of what comes next. I think to myself, “Now what should I do about this?” The anticipation builds, a delicious tension that begs to be satisfied.

Did you like this story? Midnight Shower Secrets look, but like these, here Sex stories.