Steam and Desire

The bathroom was warm and humid, steam curling around the glass shower doors in lazy arcs. The water pounded against the tiles, filling the space with a rhythmic drumming that drowned out the world beyond. Lucas and Becca stepped inside, the chilled air of the room forgotten as the hot water cascaded over their bodies. Becca raised a hand to brush droplets from Lucas's shoulder, a simple gesture that made Lucas's pulse quicken.

Becca started with a slow, deliberate kiss, her lips meshing with his beneath the shower's spray. He loved the way her wet hair clung to her skin, the heat bringing a flush to her cheeks. As his hands moved to undress her, he marveled at the simple intimacy of it. The water slicked over their skin, each touch amplified by the sensation of her body pressing against his.

Becca's fingers slid down his chest, tracing lines through rivulets of water. She reached lower, her fingers wrapping around him with a firm grip that made Lucas groan against her mouth. With a playful smile, she turned, inviting him to explore something new. The anticipation was a heady thrill. Lucas took his time, his hands moving purposefully, fingers sliding between her legs, seeking out that spot that made her gasp—a sound stolen by the cascade of water.

Lucas's need for her was primal, insistent, and so when he moved behind her, he was met with no resistance. The surprise of her readiness was exhilarating. As he entered her, the steam wrapped around them like a concealing mist. Lucas set a rough, insistent pace, one that matched the drumming of the water around them. Becca met him thrust for thrust, her body arching, pushing back against him, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the small space.