Taking A Shower Together

You arrive home to the scent of rain-soaked earth wafting through the open windows, the sound of distant thunder echoing in the background. The house is dimly lit, the flickering candles casting eerie shadows across the floor. You follow the soft whispers of a pencil dancing against paper, and as you turn the corner, you find me, hunched over my drawing table, lost in a world of my own creation. The intensity of my gaze pierces the semi-darkness, eyes focused on the canvas before me, brimming with secrets and unspoken emotions.

“How was your day?” I ask as you caress my back and kiss me after I look up.

You smile, taking in the serene chaos of my artistic sanctuary. “Good, but nothing quite like this,” you reply, nodding at the drawing. My cheeks flush, and I can’t help but feel a tinge of vulnerability, knowing you’re about to peer into the depths of my soul.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you say, voice low and soothing, the tension of the day seeping away with the promise of warm water. I nod, unable to tear my eyes from the page. The characters in my drawing seem to pulse with an energy that mirrors my own, as if aware of your presence.

You watch me for a moment longer before turning away, leaving a trail of your scent in the air, a mix of rain and the earthy notes of your cologne. I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment that you’re not staying, but I know you need this. The day’s been long for you, and I’ve had the luxury of escaping into my art.

As I listen to the steady rhythm of the shower, the sound of water pounding against the tiles, I find myself drawn to the story unfolding on the page. The characters I’ve brought to life seem to whisper secrets that only I can hear, their eyes following my every move as if they’re begging me to reveal their fate. My hand glides over the contours of their faces, shaping their destinies with each stroke of the pencil. The rain outside crescendos, mimicking the tumultuous emotions within my creation.

I peel off my clothes, letting them form a discarded pile on the floor. The fabric feels heavy with the weight of the day’s events, and I’m eager to shed it along with the world’s expectations. The soft caress of the cool air against my skin sends a shiver down my spine, heightening my senses. The scent of the rain has seeped into my very pores, mingling with the faint smell of graphite and the lingering warmth of your embrace.

I approach the shower, the steam enveloping me like a warm, damp blanket. The sound of the water is a gentle crescendo that crescendos as I push open the frosted glass door. You’re standing there, your silhouette a masterpiece against the tiles, the water cascading over your body like a living sculpture. I step in, closing the door behind me, and the world outside is suddenly muffled. It’s just us and the rhythmic patter of raindrops.

Your eyes lock onto mine, and there’s a hunger there, a hunger that matches the throb in my own body. The water kisses my skin, the sensation like a million tiny fingers exploring every inch of me. Your hand reaches out, cupping my cheek, your thumb tracing a wet line to my chin. I lean into your touch, the warmth of your palm in stark contrast to the coolness of the water. Your other hand snakes around my waist, and I feel the hardness of your cock pressing against me, a silent declaration of your need.

My hand moves of its own accord, reaching down to grasp the base of your erection. The water makes your skin slick, making it easy for me to stroke you firmly, my hand moving in tandem with the pulse of the rain outside. Your breath hitches, and I can feel your body tighten, the muscles in your abdomen contracting as I tease you closer to the edge. Your hand leaves my face to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to the tender kisses that follow.

The heat of your mouth on my skin sends a bolt of electricity through my body, making my nipples harden into tight buds that demand attention. I arch my back, pressing my breasts into your chest, silently begging for your touch. You oblige, your hands moving to cup and squeeze, your thumbs circling the sensitive peaks until I’m panting with need. Our bodies move together in a dance as old as time, the water sluicing over us as we become lost in each other.

You spin me around, pushing me against the wall, my hands splayed out for balance as you kiss down my spine. Each kiss leaves a trail of fire in its wake, and I can feel my knees growing weak. You kneel before me, your mouth moving lower, and I gasp as your tongue flicks against my clit, the sensation a sweet agony that makes me tremble. My hips buck, seeking more, and you give it to me, your tongue delving into my folds as your hands hold me in place.

The water streams down my body, mingling with the wetness you’ve coaxed from me. I’m lost in the sensation, the sound of the shower fading into the background as I focus solely on the pleasure you’re giving me. You work me with a skill that leaves me breathless, my moans echoing off the tiles. My fingers tangle in your hair, holding you to me as if I’m afraid you’ll pull away. But you don’t. You continue to worship me with your mouth, your tongue curling and stroking until I’m on the precipice of climax.

With a gasp, I come, my legs giving out beneath me. You catch me, your arms strong and steady, holding me upright as the tremors of pleasure course through my body. I lean into you, my forehead against the cool tiles, trying to catch my breath. The water continues to fall around us, a gentle reminder of the world outside, but for this moment, it’s just us, locked in our own private haven.

You stand, turning me to face you, the water now a gentle caress rather than a frenzied embrace. Your eyes are dark with desire, and I know that the shower has only served to stoke the flames between us. You take my hand and guide it to your cock, still hard and eager. The weight of it in my hand is intoxicating, a silent promise of what’s to come. I stroke you slowly, feeling your pulse under my fingertips, watching as the veins stand out against your skin.

With a groan, you lean in and claim my mouth in a kiss that’s all passion and need. Our tongues dance together, tasting the rain and the desire that lingers on our lips. My hand moves faster, my grip tightening as I feel your body tense against me. The water runs in rivulets down your chest, tracing the lines of your muscles, creating a map of lust that I want to follow with my tongue.

Breaking the kiss, you lift me, my legs wrapping around your waist. The sensation of your hardness against my soaked center makes me moan, the need for you becoming an ache that’s impossible to ignore. You guide me onto your cock, the sensation of you filling me making me cry out. The water beats against my back as you thrust into me, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

Our rhythm matches the tempo of the storm outside, our breaths mingling with the steam that fills the shower. Your hands are everywhere, caressing my breasts, my hips, my ass, as if you’re trying to claim every inch of me. The water slicks our skin, making every touch more intense, every movement more urgent. My nails dig into your shoulders, leaving half-moon marks that will linger, a testament to the ferocity of our passion.

The heady scent of our arousal fills the air, a potent cocktail of desire that only we can appreciate. Your mouth finds my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I lean my head back, exposing my throat to you, a silent offering that you eagerly accept. Your teeth graze my skin, not hard enough to break it, but enough to leave a trail of fire that makes me squirm against you.

Your hands tighten on my hips, guiding my movements, setting a pace that has me gasping and begging for more. Each thrust hits a spot deep within me that makes my eyes roll back in my head, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My inner walls clench around you, trying to keep you there, to hold onto the feeling of you deep inside me.

The water continues to pound around us, the sound a symphony that crescendos with our moans and gasps. The steam swirls, a visual representation of the passion that’s thick in the air, making it difficult to breathe. But I don’t need air, not when you’re filling me so completely, so perfectly. All I need is you.

With a final, deep thrust, you come, your body shuddering against mine. I feel your warmth fill me, and it’s as if the storm outside has found its way inside, leaving us both spent and utterly satisfied. We stand there for a moment, our hearts racing in time with the thunder that still rumbles in the distance.

As the water starts to cool, we reluctantly peel ourselves apart, stepping out of the shower. You grab a towel, wrapping it around me, the terry cloth rough against my sensitive skin. The warmth of your touch is a stark contrast to the cold air, making me shiver deliciously. We dry each other off, the act feeling almost sacred, a silent declaration of our connection. The candlelight flickers, casting us in a soft, intimate glow that highlights every droplet of water as it rolls down our bodies.

Our steps are slow and deliberate as we make our way to the bedroom, our legs still wobbly from the intensity of our shower escapade. The floorboards creak under our weight, a secret whisper of our shared passion. The bed is a beacon of comfort, the rumpled sheets an inviting sanctuary from the storm outside. You lay me down, the mattress welcoming my exhausted form, and pull the covers over us. Your body heat is like a warm embrace, seeping into me, chasing away the last vestiges of the day’s chill.

We curl into each other, limbs entangled, skin still glistening from the shower. The storm has become a lullaby, its rhythmic patter a soothing backdrop to our quiet breaths. Your hand traces the curve of my waist, your thumb brushing against the soft skin of my stomach, sending a shiver through me. I lay my head on your chest, listening to the steady thump of your heart, feeling the rise and fall of your breaths. Your arms wrap around me, cradling me like a precious treasure, and I can’t help but feel safe, cherished.