Shower Bliss & Silent Desire

The insistent drumming of rain against the windowpane couldn’t penetrate the thick, humid air of our bedroom, nor could it mask the primal heat building between us. After a brutal shift at the clinic – patching up the latest victims of city life, both physical and emotional – I craved nothing more than the oblivion of Greg’s embrace and the release that followed. The lingering scent of disinfectant clung to my scrubs, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic desire that simmered beneath my skin.

Greg lay sprawled on our king-sized bed, the blue glow of his tablet illuminating his face as he scrolled through some obscure corner of the internet. He was completely absorbed, oblivious to the storm raging outside, and even more so to the damp sheen clinging to my skin, the remnants of the invigorating shower that had just washed away the day’s trauma. My body, still tingling with the memory of the hot, insistent spray, felt vulnerable yet exquisitely alive. It was a potent combination, one that always found its way back to him.

As I peeled off my wet clothes, they pooled around my feet, a dark, shimmering testament to my pleasure, I noticed Greg’s eyes flick up from his screen. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face, a predatory glint in his dark gaze. He didn’t need to say a word; his expression spoke volumes. There was a possessiveness there, a deep and abiding appreciation for the curves and contours of my body, a hunger that always left me breathless.

I slipped into a simple black minidress, the thin fabric clinging to my curves like a second skin. It offered minimal coverage, a deliberate choice on my part, a silent invitation. Greg wore his usual jogging pants, loose and comfortable, allowing him the freedom to move at a moment’s notice. The casualness of our attire only served to amplify the tension that hung in the air, a palpable force that crackled between us.

We spent a few moments in comfortable silence, the rain a relentless soundtrack to our intimacy. The dim light cast long, distorted shadows across the room, enhancing the feeling of seclusion and vulnerability. Then, without a word, we switched off the main light, plunging us into a world of shadows and anticipation. We lay on our sides, back to back, a silent connection forged by years of shared experience. The rhythmic rise and fall of our breathing, the occasional brush of skin against skin, were the only signs of our shared presence.

Slowly, deliberately, Greg rolled over, pulling me closer until our bodies were intertwined. The warmth of his touch ignited a fire within me, a primal heat that demanded release. He began to hum, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my bones, as he started to move against me. His cock, hard and eager, pressed against my ass cheeks, sliding up and down in a slow, insistent rhythm. It was a tantalizing dance, a prelude to the inevitable.

“I can’t stop picturing how you looked getting out of the shower,” he growled against my neck, his voice thick with desire. “Do you know how hot you are?” He continued his rhythmic thrusting, his hands reaching out to grasp my breasts, pulling and pinching my nipples with a possessive delight. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down my spine. I didn’t respond, just let out a small, involuntary moan, savoring the exquisite torture.

One of Greg’s hands moved to my pussy, expertly inserting two fingers, his touch both rough and tender. My wetness clung to his fingertips as he brought them up and slipped them into my mouth. I savored the salty taste, sucking and licking off every last drop before pushing his hand down to my nether region again, demanding more. The anticipation built, a crescendo of need that threatened to consume me entirely.

After a few more rounds of teasing, I abruptly turned around, ripping off the covers to reveal my bare body beneath the thin fabric of the minidress. Greg didn't hesitate. He swiftly pulled down his jogging pants, exposing his own eager cock, its surface glistening with moisture. The sight of it sent a jolt of electricity through me. It was a primal urge, a fundamental need that transcended words.

Without a word, he lifted my top leg upwards, aligning his throbbing member with my waiting entrance. The next thing I knew, he was deep inside me, and the world shifted on its axis. This wasn’t the usual slow, controlled rhythm we enjoyed. This was different, a frenzied assault on my senses. He took me from behind, teasing me mercilessly, his movements both aggressive and tender. It was an experience unlike any other, a descent into pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Every now and then, Greg would pause, rolling onto his back to bring my mouth to his cock for a generous dose of lubrication. Then, he’d flip me around again, reinserting himself with renewed vigor. I could feel his muscles straining, his body swelling with the force of his arousal. The heat intensified, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As he reached his climax, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me, a torrent of sensation that left me breathless and trembling. “Save a bit for me,” I managed to croak, my voice hoarse with pleasure.

“Sure,” he replied, withdrawing his member and turning to face me. He brought his dripping cock up to my mouth, pushing it in before a dribble of semen landed on the plunging neckline of my neglige, the scent of it mingling with the lingering scent of my own juices. It was a decadent combination, both repulsive and irresistible. I loved it, whispering to him, "I liked that position, but next time we should try another new one. Let’s stick to loving sex like that.”

Greg just nodded, then spooned me again, our bodies intertwining in a comforting embrace. We both drifted off to sleep, lost in the aftermath of our shared pleasure, the rain continuing its relentless drumming against the windowpane, a constant reminder of the storm raging outside, and the wild, untamed desires that raged within us. The scent of rain and arousal hung heavy in the air, a testament to the power of our connection, a promise of more passionate encounters to come.

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