Morning Heat — An Intimate Story for Couples

The bathroom was warm with steam curling up the mirrors and clinging to the tiled walls. Simone stepped into the shower first, letting the hot water cascade over her shoulders, sending rivulets down her back. She reached for the shampoo, her fingers massaging her scalp, when Carter slipped in behind her, the draft of cold air quickly replaced by his body heat.

Carter wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest, skin on skin, the water pooling between them. His lips found her neck, kissing a damp path to her ear. She leaned into him, relishing the sensation of his body pressed so close, the gentle pull of her hair he knew she liked. It was an intimacy they didn't rush, each touch grounding them in the moment.

Simone turned to face him, her hands sliding up his wet back, and their mouths met, deep kissing with a fervor that had become familiar but never stale. When he broke away, dropping to his knees, she braced herself against the shower wall, anticipation coursing through her. Carter kissed her inner thighs, and she shivered despite the hot water, his tongue tracing circles that made her gasp, different from what she'd imagined — better.

He looked up at her, the water streaming over his face, and she nodded, encouraging. He moved closer, his mouth finding her with a confidence that made her grip the edge of the tub. The sensation was electric, his tongue pressing, flicking against her until her legs shook. She couldn't help but tilt her hips toward him, seeking more, driven by the surprising intensity of the pleasure.