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The hot water flowed over my body, cascading down my skin in a soothing and sensual embrace. I stood in the shower, letting the water work its magic on my aching limbs. I closed my eyes and breathed in the steamy air, feeling my muscles relax under the warm pressure of the showerhead.

As I stood there, feeling the water flow over my skin, I couldn’t help but think about him. My mind wandered to the last time we had been in the shower together. The memory of his hands on my body, the way his lips had explored every inch of my skin, sent a shiver down my spine.

I opened my eyes and smiled, feeling a sudden sense of anticipation. I knew he was on his way home and that tonight, like many nights before, we would discover our way back to the shower. The wondered of being with him again, of feeling his touch on my skin, sent a rush of desire through my body.

As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, I heard the front door open and close. I smiled to myself, knowing he was home. I stepped out of the shower and reached for my towel. Just as I wrapped it around myself, I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist.

“Hello, my love,” he whispered into my ear. I turned to face him, my heart beating faster as I looked up into his deep blue eyes. He smiled at me, and I knew that look all too well. It was the look of a man who was ready for an adventure.

He took my hand and led me back into the shower, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature to our liking. I stood there, feeling his eyes on me as he watched me with hunger in his gaze. He took a step towards me, closing the distance between us.

“I want to take my time with you tonight,” he whispered, his hands already starting to run over my skin. I shivered under his touch, feeling my body come to life as he explored every inch.

He began at my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin, before moving down to my chest, cupping my breasts in his hands. He teased my nipples with his tongue, swirling them into hard peaks before moving down my stomach.

I gasped as he knelt before me, his eyes locked on mine as he dragged his hands over my hips. He took a deep breath before diving between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my clit with a hunger that sent me over the edge.

I leaned back against the shower wall, moaning softly as he pushed me closer and closer to the brink. My skin tingled with pleasure as he worked his magic, his fingers teasing my entrance as his tongue brought me to the brink of orgasm.

Just as I was about to come, he pulled away, standing up and taking me into his arms. He kissed me deeply, his tongue tasting like me as he explored my mouth, and I moaned into his lips.

He spun me around, pressing me against the wall with a hunger that threatened to overwhelm me. He lifted my leg, pressing it against his hip as he ground his hips against mine, his hardness pressing against my aching core.

We moved together, our bodies locked in a passionate embrace. The water flowed over us, adding to the sensations as we lost ourselves in each other.

I couldn’t help but moan as he thrust into me, the sensation of him filling me completely sending a rush of pleasure through my body. We moved faster and faster, our bodies slick with water as we lost ourselves to passion.

Finally, with a cry, I came, my muscles clenching around him as I rode out the last waves of pleasure. He followed soon after, his body shuddering against mine as he found release.

We stood there, holding each other, as the water flowed over us. It was a moment of pure bliss, one that I knew we would all the time remember.

As we stepped out of the shower, drying off and dressing for bed, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the sensual adventure we had shared. There was something so magical about losing ourselves to pleasure, something that I knew we would continue to explore for years to come.
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