Wet Heat in the Shower
The steam clung to my skin the second I stepped under the spray. Hot water poured over my shoulders and down my back, turning every inch of me slick and shiny. I had been thinking about him all morning, the way his hands felt last night, the low sound he made when I took him deeper. By the time the bathroom filled with that thick purple light from the little LED I keep near the tub, I was already aching.
He walked in without knocking. I did not mind. My dark hair was plastered to my face and neck, heavy with water. I looked up at him through the mist, lips parted, and he just stood there for a second taking me in. Then he was closer, the front of his shorts tented, and I dropped to my knees on the wet tile without a word.
Under the Warm Cascade
Water streamed over both of us while I pulled him free. The heat of the shower made everything feel softer, more urgent. I wrapped my fingers around him first, stroking slowly while droplets raced down my arms and dripped from my chin onto his skin. He tasted clean and warm when I leaned in and opened my mouth. The first glide of my tongue along the underside made his breath catch, and that sound went straight through me.
I took him deeper, letting the shower rinse over my face and hair as I worked. My eyes fluttered shut for a moment, then opened again so I could watch him watching me. Steam rose around us like a private cloud. My knees pressed into the slick floor, my free hand sliding up the back of his thigh to hold him steady. Every time I hollowed my cheeks and pulled back, water ran from my lips down the length of him, making the whole act glisten under the soft purple glow.
He tangled his fingers in my wet hair, not forcing, just guiding, and I followed. The rhythm built natural and easy, the sound of the shower mixing with the soft wet noises of my mouth. I felt the tension gather in him, the slight tremor in his legs, and I kept going, slower then faster, tasting every reaction. My own body throbbed in time with it, skin flushed and slippery, nipples tight from the contrast of hot water and cooler air when I leaned back just enough.
When he finally came it was with a low groan that echoed off the tiles. I stayed right there, swallowing what I could while the rest mixed with the continuous flow of water down my chin and chest. I looked up at him afterward, lips swollen, hair a dark soaked curtain around my face, and smiled the way only I smile when I know I have wrecked him a little.
He pulled me up into the spray and kissed me hard, hands sliding over my wet body like he could not get enough. The shower kept falling around us, warm and endless, while we stayed locked together in that steamy purple haze. I already knew this would not be the last time the water ran over both of us like this.