Steam clung to our bodies, the heat of the water mixing with the feverish warmth between us. Her thighs were locked around my waist, firm and trembling, her bare skin slick beneath my touch.
My hands roamed—tracing the delicate dip of her spine, the curve of her waist, the softness that gave way to taut muscle.
Her lips were relentless, tasting, sucking, molding against mine with a hunger that deepened with every passing second. I could barely think beyond the feel of her body, her breath, her scent mixing with the warm mist around us.
My fingers curled into her back, pulling her closer as my other hand gripped her thigh, feeling the slickness of her skin, the way she twitched at my touch.
