Erotic one shots for the night II [Completed]

Shower of love

The water streaming from the showerhead was both soothing and invigorating as they stood there, naked under its caress. Their bodies were slick with sweat, the heat of the day still clinging to their skin despite the cool air in the bathroom. She reached for the handle, turning the water up a notch, wanting it hotter, wanting it to burn. He stepped closer, pressing his body against hers, feeling the heat emanating from her core. His hand moved down, cupping her softly between her legs, feeling her response to his touch. It was as if they were two halves of the same being, their bodies perfectly attuned to each other's needs. And then, with a mutual understanding that required no words, they sank to their knees on the tile floor, the coolness of it a sharp contrast to their flushed skin.

Her hand found its way to his erection, guiding it towards her opening. He was thick and hard, pulsing with need. She wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth, her tongue dancing around the head. He gasped, his hands finding purchase in her hair, pulling her closer. Their hips began to move in a sensual rhythm, their lips and tongues and hands telling the story of their desire.

As their passion spiraled out of control, they stood up once more, pressing their bodies together beneath the pounding spray of the shower. He entered her roughly, claiming her mouth with his own, their teeth clashing as they sought dominance. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of red behind. The water pounded them both, but they were oblivious to everything but the feel of each other, the heat and the wetness and the need. They moved together, lost in a frenzy of sensation, their cries of pleasure and pain mingling in the steam-filled air.

And then, with a final thrust that left them both gasping and spent, he released himself deep inside her, his hot seed mixing with the water as it cascaded down the drain. The weight of their shared orgasm pressed them both forward, their bodies slack against each other's. For a moment, they were nothing but two beings existing solely for the other, their souls intertwined in a dance that had begun long before they'd even met.

The water continued to pour down, washing away the evidence of their passion, but they both knew that this connection would remain, etched into their very beings, a testament to the raw and primal power of desire.