It’s just you and me, the bathroom glowing soft under the dim lights, the air already heavy with the promise of heat. You’re standing there in that silky robe I love, the one that clings to your curves and slides off your shoulders like a tease. Your eyes meet mine, sparkling with that mix of defiance and desire that drives me insane. I step closer, my fingers brushing your collarbone, undoing the tie of your robe with a slow, deliberate tug. It falls to the floor, revealing every inch of your perfect body—your skin catching the light, your nipples already hardening in the cool air. I can’t help but growl low, my cock twitching at the sight of you. I strip off my shirt, letting you see the hunger in my flexing muscles, and I nod toward the shower. “Get in,” I say, my voice thick with command, and you bite your lip, stepping toward the glass door with a sway that’s pure provocation.

You twist the faucet, and the shower hisses to life, steam billowing, curling around us like a lover’s embrace. You step under the spray first, and fuck, the way the water cascades over you—rivers running down your breasts, tracing the dip of your waist, glistening on your thighs—has me aching. I follow, the heat hitting my skin as I close the distance, the glass door sealing us in this wet, hazy world. Your hair’s soaked, clinging to your neck, and I can’t resist—I grab your hips, yanking you back against me, letting you feel how hard I am, my length pressed tight against your ass. Your gasp echoes in the tiled space, and I smirk, loving how you melt under my touch.

I spin you to face the wall, your palms slapping against the slick tiles, water streaming down your back. I pin your wrists above your head with one hand, my lips brushing your ear as I whisper, “You’re mine tonight.” My other hand grabs that sleek, waterproof vibe from the shower ledge, its low buzz cutting through the sound of the water. I tease it along your spine, down to the curve of your ass, then slip it between your thighs, grazing your sensitive skin but not giving you what you want—not yet. You whimper, hips twitching, and I chuckle darkly, “Beg for it, baby.” Your pleas make my blood burn.

I drop to my knees, the water pounding my shoulders, and hook your leg over my shoulder, spreading you open. My tongue dives in, lapping at your dripping core, the taste of you mixing with the warm water, fucking intoxicating. I’m relentless, sucking, flicking, devouring you while I press the vibe against your clit, cranking it higher, its pulses making your thighs quake. Your moans bounce off the walls, louder, desperate, and I feel you clenching, so close. “Let go,” I growl against you, and you do—fuck, you squirt, your release gushing hot and wild, blending with the shower’s flow, your body shuddering as I hold you steady.

I stand, kissing you hard, letting you taste your own sweetness on my tongue, your body still trembling. I turn you back to the wall, your ass arched perfectly, and I slide into you, slow at first, savoring how you stretch around me, so tight, so perfect. The vibe’s still buzzing against you as I thrust, deep, hard, the wet slap of our bodies drowning out the water. I tug your wet hair, tilting your head back to bite your neck, whispering, “You’re so fucking good for me.” You’re climbing again, your cries sharp, and when you come, squirting once more, it’s too much—I pull out, stroking myself fast, and I come with a groan, hot ropes spilling across your ass, painting your skin as the water washes it away.

I pull you close, your body soft against mine, kissing you slowly under the warm spray, the steam wrapping us tight.

Let’s slip and slide?

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