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The sound of running water echoed through the small bathroom as steam slowly filled the room. Amber stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water cascade over her tan body. The steam had fogged the mirror, making it impossible to see herself, but she knew the way her curves looked. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the weight of them as she sighed in satisfaction. Her nipples hardened under her touch, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
She was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure of being naked and alone in the shower when she heard the bathroom door open. She tensed, unsure of who could be intruding. But then, she relaxed as she realized it was her boyfriend, Jack. He had come home early, and she hadn’t heard him come in. He stood there, just outside the shower curtain, admiring her naked form. Amber couldn’t help but feel a fresh wave of excitement as she invited him inside.
“You’re home early,” she said, as Jack walked in, naked as well. The sight of him made her weak in the knees – his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and chiseled abs. She admired him as he stepped up to her, his hand cupping her chin as he kissed her deeply.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat of the water enveloping them both. They broke the kiss and, without another word, he turned his back to her, giving her a full view of his well-loved buttocks. Amber smiled with desire as she reached out to him, running her hands over his smooth skin, then traced the curve of his spine till she was pinching his glutes with both palms. A deep growl escaped Jack’s lips as he pushed himself closer to her before turning around to face her.
“You know what I want, babe,” he crooned, looking at her with eyes that said everything without even speaking.
She knew just what he wanted – and she wanted it too. She stepped closer to him, her breasts pressing against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands casually roaming over her back. They slowly moved downwards and came to rest on her ass, his touch seeking and warm.
He leaned in, kissing her neck as his fingers slowly trailed down her spine and over the curve of her hips. Amber moaned in pleasure, her fingers running over his chest and working their way up towards his shoulders. Her hands slid up over his shoulders, and she ran her fingers through his damp hair as she pulled him closer. Their lips met again, their kiss growing more intense, desperate for more.
He pressed his hips against hers, his body responding to the touch of her softness as they kissed. Amber gasped and then groaned as Jack’s hands descended to clasp her behind, lifting her up with some effort so that she was able to wrap her legs around his waist. Their bodies rubbed against each other as Jack braced himself against the shower wall. The water cascaded over them, making their skins slippery with wetness, as they began to move in unison, their desire for each other racing out of control.
Their movements, synchronized in a dance of lust, were slow at first yet quickly gathered pace. With each thrust and corner, Amber’s moans grew louder. The water flowed down, a sensual backdrop, their passion building as the heat of steam mixed with the sheer fervor of their desire. The hot rush of their wet and slippery skins rubbing against one another was intoxicating, but as he buried himself deep inside her, pushing her over the edge, Amber was lost in pure ecstasy.
Jack smiled at her, his hand cupping her cheek as she opened her eyes. She was still reeling from her orgasm as she looked up at him. He held her close, his lips occasionally touching hers. It was the perfect moment – steamy and sensual – and he wanted to make it last as long as efficient.
The couple stood there for a few more moments before Jack slowly let her down. They stood, naked, in the shower, their bodies still close but no longer moving. Jack turned off the water, and they stepped out onto the fluffy bath rug, his towel wrapping around her as he toweled himself off. Before long, they were dry, and Jack led her to their bed, where they made love again.
As they lay there, spent and sated, they held each other, drifting off to sleep. The steam from the shower had dissipated, the room now silent and cool, but the memory of their steamy encounter still lingered. They had shared an experience that was more than just sex – it was intense, sensual, and deeply satisfying. It was the perfect way to end the day and the perfect prelude to many more steamy encounters to come.
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