In the steamy confines of the shower, the scents of jasmine and sandalwood mingled with the moisture in the air as the water cascaded down over the luscious curves of the woman beneath its gentle caress. She was a vision of beauty, her dark hair slicked back from her face, her brown eyes heavy-lidded with desire. She wore a push-up bra, the wet fabric clinging to her full breasts, her nipples hard and prominent beneath the soaked material.
Beside her stood a man, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, his thumb brushing over her full bottom lip. She leaned into his touch, her lips parting as she looked up at him through her lashes. He bent his head, capturing her mouth with his own, his tongue delving deep as she moaned into the kiss.
Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, exploring, caressing, as their arousal grew. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, causing her to gasp and arch her back. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his hard length, stroking him as he groaned against her mouth.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin. She tilted her head back, giving him better access as he made his way to her breasts. He laved at her nipples through the wet fabric, his teeth scraping gently, making her squirm against him.
She tugged at his hair, pulling his head lower, her lips finding his ear. “Take me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “Fuck me against the wall.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He spun her around, pressing her against the cool tile, his hips pinning her in place. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He palmed her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples as she moaned, her hips grinding back against him.
He slid a hand down her stomach, his fingers finding her clit. He stroked and circled, her wetness coating his fingers as she whimpered, her legs trembling. He slid a finger inside her, then two, fucking her with his hand as she cried out, her orgasm building.
He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock. He pressed against her, feeling her tight heat envelop him as she pushed back, taking him deep. He began to move, fucking her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in the shower.
“Yes, yes, oh god, yes,” she chanted, her voice echoing off the tiles. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. She came apart, her orgasm crashing over her, her pussy clenching around him as he groaned, his own release following close behind.
They stood there, panting and spent, as the water rained down around them. He pulled out, turning her to face him. They kissed, slow and deep, their bodies still pressed together.
“I love you,” he whispered against her lips.
“I love you too,” she replied, her fingers tracing the lines of his face.
And with that, they finished their shower, their bodies sated and their hearts full.
