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As soon as the hot water hits my skin, I begin to feel my tensions ease away from my body. I close my eyes and let out a deep sigh of contentment. There’s just something about showers that makes me feel alive and at peace.

As I’m lathering up with soap, I hear the bathroom door open and close. I crack my eyes open, wondering who could be interrupting my solitary shower time. But then I see you sauntering toward me, a wicked grin on your face.

“Mind if I join you?” you ask, already reaching for the soap.

I cannot help but laugh. “You know damn well you don’t need to ask.”

You step into the shower, and the change in temperature has me biting my lip in pleasure. I can feel the steam enveloping us as we stand there, inches away from each other.

Our eyes meet and hold for just a moment before you reach for the shampoo. You tilt your head back, letting the hot water rinse away the suds.

“Here,” I say softly, grabbing the shampoo bottle from your hand. “Let me.”

I squirt a generous dollop of the fragrant liquid onto my palm, then place my hands on your scalp and massage it in. You let out a low sigh of pleasure, and I discover myself smiling again.

As I rinse away the foam, I cannot help but notice the way your eyes are shining. You reach down to where my hands are resting on your chest and pull me in for a kiss.

Our lips meet in a slow, gentle press, and I can feel a jolt of electricity shoot through me. For a long moment, we just stand there, wrapped up in each other, lips locked in a sensual dance.

Finally, you pull away, and I’m left gasping for breath. “God damn,” I mutter, feeling your gaze on me as I breathe deeply.

“I know,” you say, grinning again. “You ready to get a little more soapy?”

I nod, feeling a sense of anticipation surging through me. With my hands still resting on your chest, I begin to rub in the soapy lather, feeling the slickness of it against my skin.

You follow suit, and soon we’re both covered in suds. I feel almost giddy with desire, wondering where this is gonna go.

You reach for the handheld showerhead and turn it on, letting the water wash over us and rinse away the soap. I cannot help but let out a gasp of pleasure at the sensation of the hot water pouring over my skin.

Then you turn off the water, and our eyes meet again. There’s something in your gaze that makes my heart skip a beat.

Without a word, you reach for my hand and lead me out of the shower, dripping wet. The tile floor is slick beneath my feet, and I can feel your hand firm around mine as you lead me into the bedroom.

We don’t bother with towels, just letting the water drip off us onto the floor. I can feel the coolness of the air on my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat that’s still coursing through me.

With your other hand, you push me gently onto the bed. I fall back onto the pillows, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

Then you lean over me, hovering just above my body. Your gaze is intense, hungry, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing.

You press your lips against mine in a fierce kiss, and I feel your hands roaming over my body. I’m lost in sensation, in the way your touch makes my skin come alive.

We’re both trembling with desire as we tumble together on the bed, lost in our steamy secrets and soapy encounter in the shower.
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