Sneaky Sex in the Shower

Erin Electra

Erin Electra,Matthias Christ

The steam wrapped around us like a secret, blurring the edges of the world beyond the fogged glass. Her damp, blonde hair clung to her shoulders and my chest, cool where it touched my heated skin. Every drop of water tracing the path of her spine was a tiny, electric revelation under my fingertips. Her breath hitched, a soft, warm sigh against my neck as my hands found the gentle curve of her waist. I could feel the frantic, silent drum of her heart answering the wild rhythm of my own. Her lips, tasting of rain and something uniquely her, met mine in a slow, searching kiss that made my knees feel weak. The water cascaded over us, a warm, roaring curtain that muffled our soft, shared whispers and trembling laughter. In that small, tile-lined sanctuary, there was nothing but the scent of her soap, the feel of her skin, and the overwhelming emotion swelling in my throat. Our bodies moved together in a quiet, fluid dance, a wordless conversation of longing and tender discovery. In that suspended moment, we were the only two people in the universe, perfectly, beautifully lost.