Raven sighed as she took off her skinny jeans and T-shirt. It had been a long day at work, and she could feel the tension knotting up in her shoulders. She had missed her favorite yoga class for the third time that week, and her body was craving some form of relief. As the hot water of the shower cascaded over her, she felt the stress begin to melt away. The steam filled the bathroom, creating a warm, private sanctuary where she could let her thoughts wander.
Leaning against the cool tiles, Raven reached for the shampoo, her hand grazing the bottle of body wash. She paused, feeling the sudden urge to indulge in a little self-care that went beyond the usual routine. Her fingers trailed down her body, tracing the curves that had been hidden beneath her clothes all day. The soap slipped easily over her skin, creating soft, frothy bubbles that clung to her as she began to wash away the grime of the day.
Her thoughts grew hazier, and she found herself lingering in certain places—her breasts, her hips, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She closed her eyes, letting the water pound against her neck as her hand grew bolder. The tension in her body coiled tighter, demanding more. Her breath hitched as she realized that this wasn't just about washing away the day; it was about fulfilling a need that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
Raven's fingertips danced over her stomach, then dipped lower, teasing the spot between her legs. Her breath grew shallower, and she leaned against the shower wall for support. The water rushed over her, heightening the sensations, making her skin feel alive with anticipation. She slid one hand down to cup herself, the other reaching up to tweak her nipples, feeling them harden under her touch. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a gasp as the pressure grew, the ache in her core becoming more insistent.
Her eyes still shut tight, Raven's mind filled with images of a steamy encounter she'd once had with an lover. The way he'd looked at her, the feel of his hands on her body—it was all coming back to her now, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her hand began to move in earnest, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The memory grew more vivid with each stroke, her body responding as if he were there with her again. She imagined his mouth on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, and she arched her back, her hand moving faster.
The water washed away the soap, leaving a trail of heat in its wake as Raven's breath grew ragged. Her other hand slid down to join the first, her fingers slipping and sliding against the slickness of her arousal. She could feel the tension coiling tighter with every movement, her muscles clenching and unclenching in a silent dance of desire. The water droplets on her face mixed with the beginnings of a sheen of sweat as she teetered on the edge of release. She noticed the shower wand and smiled grabbing it.
Turning the setting to a pulsing massage, she aimed it at her chest, the forceful jets of water hitting her sensitive nipples. The sensation was almost too much, but she craved more. She adjusted the temperature, making it slightly cooler, and the shock of the cold water against her overheated skin made her gasp. It was a delicious contrast that sent shivers down her spine, and her hips bucked forward of their own accord.
With a wicked smile, she brought the shower wand down to the juncture of her thighs, the vibrations sending a new level of pleasure rushing through her. Her legs quivered, and she braced herself against the wall as she pushed the wand closer. The water pulsed against her clit, the rhythmic pressure sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She bit her lip harder now, her moans echoing off the tiles as she grew closer and closer to the climax she'd been chasing.
Raven was about to come was about to gush when her husband Ash opened the shower door, "Honey, are you okay?" he asked with concern etched in his voice. Raven's eyes shot open in surprise, the cold water hitting her face like a slap. "I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice strained with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "I just slipped."
"Slipped?" He arched an eyebrow, taking in her flushed cheeks and the way her hand hovered over her sex. Raven felt a jolt of panic, but before she could come up with a coherent explanation, Ash's gaze softened. "Looks like you were enjoying yourself," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Want help?" He asked as he started to take his clothes off and get in.
Raven's initial shock turned to surprise, and then, as she felt the tension in her body rekindle at the thought of not being alone in her moment of pleasure, excitement. "Maybe," she said coyly, watching as Ash shed his clothes and stepped into the shower. His body was just as she remembered from the countless times they'd been intimate—toned, muscular, and dripping wet.
He took the shower wand from her, the warm water cascading over their entwined hands. "Let me help you relax," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. He knew her body better than anyone else, and the thought of him joining her only heightened the anticipation. She nodded, unable to form words, as he turned the setting back to a gentle massage and began to trail the water over her shoulders, her neck, her breasts.
Her breath hitched as he took over, the coolness of the water turning into a warm caress under his control. He circled her nipples with the showerhead, the soft moans escaping her lips spurring him on. The sound of the water mingled with their breaths, creating an erotic symphony in the confined space. His free hand found her waist, pulling her closer, his erection pressing against her stomach.
Their eyes met, and in that moment, all pretense fell away. They were no longer just tired spouses at the end of a long day; they were lovers reunited after an eternity apart. He dropped the shower wand, letting it fall to the shower floor, the noise lost in the pounding of the water. Ash's hands found her breasts, kneading them gently as his thumbs flicked at her nipples. Raven's body responded eagerly, arching into his touch.
Their kiss was urgent, hungry, a declaration of need that transcended the mundane. His tongue sought hers, stroking and teasing as their bodies aligned under the steady stream of water. Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging in as he picked up the pace, his thumbs working in tandem with the rhythm of her breath.
Raven's legs trembled, he picked her up and pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. he kissed her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Her breathy moans grew louder, her body tightening around him as she neared the precipice of climax.
Ash's hand slid down to her entrance, his fingers slipping in easily. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he couldn't resist the urge to fill her. He entered her with one swift motion, her back arching and her nails digging deeper into his skin. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that only grew as he began to move within her, the water's vibrations adding an extra layer of intensity.
They moved in perfect harmony, their bodies melding together as if they were one. The warm water sprayed over their entwined forms, their kisses growing more fervent with every thrust. Raven's breath grew ragged, and she could feel the climax building inside her, threatening to spill over.
Her husband's movements grew stronger, more deliberate, and she knew he was close, too. The sound of their wet, slapping flesh filled the small space, punctuated by their gasps and moans. She could feel the muscles in his back tightening, his body straining with the effort to hold off just a little longer.
But Raven was beyond caring about anything but her own pleasure. The pressure was unbearable, building to a crescendo that threatened to consume her. "Harder," she begged, her voice hoarse from the steam and the effort of containing herself. Ash complied, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made the shower walls shake.
The water continued to pummel their bodies, the vibrations from the showerhead against her clit creating an exquisite torture that she didn't want to end. Yet the need for release was too great, and she could feel the dam breaking. "I'm going to come," she whimpered against his lips, and he responded by picking up the pace even more, his strokes deep and powerful.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and stealing her breath. She tightened around him, her muscles spasming in a delicious rhythm that seemed to go on forever. Ash groaned, his own climax following closely behind hers, his body tensing as he filled her completely.
They remained there, locked in their passionate embrace, for several moments, the water beating against their skin like a thousand tiny drums. The tension that had been coiled in Raven's body now unwound, leaving her feeling loose and boneless. She nuzzled into his neck, her breathing slowly returning to normal. "Thanks for the - the help." she said with a soft laugh, her voice still shaky with pleasure.
