Under the Steam

The bathroom was steamy, the mirror fogged as Lucas turned on the shower. Becca watched as the cascade of water hit the tiles, creating a rhythmic patter that filled the room. The air was thick with warmth, and the scent of lemongrass soap mingled with the steam. Lucas caught her eye and smiled, a playful glint in his gaze.

Mica reached for her, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her shirt, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Becca mirrored his movements, tugging his shirt over his head before trailing her hands down his chest, her fingers brushing teasingly over his skin. Her skirt followed, leaving her in nothing but the lace of her underwear, which soon disappeared under Lucas's hungry hands. They stepped under the hot spray together, the water enveloping them in its warmth.

As the water cascaded over them, Lucas pressed Becca against the cool tiles, his mouth meeting hers in a deep, slow kiss. Their bodies moved in unison, the heat of the shower contrasting with the chill of the tiles against Becca's back. Lucas's hands explored her wet skin, slipping down her stomach and between her thighs. His fingers found her, sliding inside, and he watched the surprise flicker across her face, her lips parted in an unanticipated moan. It was different from what she'd imagined — the mixture of water and touch heightened every sensation.

Becca's legs wrapped around his waist, and Lucas lifted her effortlessly, their balance aided by the slickness of their bodies and the firmness of the wall. The contrast of hot water and cool tile made her gasp, and Lucas chuckled against her neck, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered things that made her shiver despite the heat. He slid inside her, the water streaming down their bodies, her legs swinging slightly in the air as she gripped him tighter.