Shower Secrets

Ethan stepped into the bathroom, where Paige was already standing under the shower, hot water cascading over her skin. The steam wrapped the room in a thick, sultry heat, droplets clinging to the glass door. He could see her silhouette moving behind the misted glass, a familiar yet always exciting sight.

They started with quick kisses, the kind that promised more. Ethan reached for the soap, not rushing, using it to trace slow circles over her shoulders, her back, her hips. She leaned into his touch, the water a steady rhythm as it splashed around them. He let the bar of soap slip from his fingers and pressed himself against her, one hand sliding down, his fingers finding their way between her legs.

She gasped as he circled her clit, keeping his movements gentle, letting the sensations build at their own pace. He edged her expertly, pushing her close and then pulling back, watching the way her breaths came shorter, the way her body tensed, begging for more. It was different than she'd imagined — better. Each pause heightened the anticipation, made every stroke feel electric in comparison.

Ethan kissed her neck, tasting the mix of water and her skin, fingers still working against her warmth, edging her again and again until she was practically begging. When her hips started to rock in time with his hand, he increased the pressure, finally letting her reach the peak she'd been yearning for. Her body clenched around his fingers, thighs pressing together, and a sharp, satisfied cry echoed around the small space.