The Morning Steam

In the soft morning light filtering through the bathroom window, Leo adjusted the water temperature, letting the steam curl into the corners of the shower stall. The bathroom was small, the mirror fogging over as he tested the warmth with his hand, pleased as the heat rose around him. Becca joined him, stepping onto the cool tiles, the contrast of the chilled floor and the enveloping steam making her shiver slightly.

Leo reached for the blindfold they had discussed trying the evening before. "Are you sure?" he asked, already feeling the anticipation tingling along his skin, as much a physical reaction as the increasing heat in the room. She nodded, her lips curving in a mischievous smile, and turned to let him tie it gently around her eyes. Deprived of sight, her other senses heightened, the sound of the water, the touch of Leo's hand on her back, the warmth of the steam all became more intense.

He began with kisses, his mouth soft but insistent against her neck, trailing downwards. Her skin warmed under his touch, the water cascading over them, each droplet adding to the tactile symphony. Leo took his time with her, his hands exploring every inch of slick skin, fingers tracing her curves with a deliberate slowness that left her gasping, the blindfold amplifying each new sensation. She hadn't expected the pleasure to be so immediate, the absence of sight making each touch electric.

Kneeling, Leo drew her closer, letting the water pulse between them, the heat and steam building a cocoon around their bodies. Using his mouth, he tasted her, savoring the way she responded, the reflexive way her hips bucked toward him, a soft moan escaping her lips. The warm water was an accomplice to his mouth, flowing over her, enhancing every flick of his tongue, and the tease of his lips. He kept her there, balanced on the edge, feeling the tremors in her thighs, listening to the ragged edge of her breathing as it changed, edged, teased, then subsided back, only to begin again.