Morning Escape

The morning light filtered softly through the bathroom window, illuminating the steam that began to rise from the shower. Carter adjusted the water, feeling the warm mist gather around them, as Simone finished tying her hair back loosely. She caught his eye, her smile playing coyly on her lips as she stepped into the shower with him.

Carter watched the water cascade over Simone's shoulders, droplets clinging to her skin and sliding downwards. He reached out, fingertips skimming her back, relishing the smoothness warmed by the shower's heat. As they turned to face each other, the closeness of the space wrapped them in a cocoon, where the rest of the world seemed to fade away. He kissed her, deep and lingering, tasting the mix of steam and skin. The sensation of her wetness against him was electric, and he could feel her react—the subtle arch of her body towards him, the sound of her breath catching just slightly.

She hadn't expected how the close quarters would amplify every sensation. As Carter's hands traveled from her waist to her hips, she shivered despite the warmth. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Simone shifted, pressing herself against him. Their bodies moved in unison, her hips sliding against his with a rhythm dictated by desire. The intensity was unlike anything they’d tried—a sense of urgency, of needing to be as close as possible in the brief time they had.

Carter's breath caught as Simone sank to her knees, the shower's stream tracing rivulets down her back. She took him into her mouth, the sensation heightened by the heat and moisture surrounding them. He felt himself pulse against her tongue, a surprised groan escaping him at the unexpected intensity of this morning rendezvous. Her mouth was warm and insistent, the vivid contrast of her gentle caresses against the steady thrum of the water made his skin prickle with pleasure.