
The steamy air in the bathroom was thick, a fragrant cloud of lavender and citrus from the shower gel you favored. I hummed along to the low thrum of the water, scrubbing away the day’s grime when the bathroom door creaked open.
"Hey, baby. I’m home from filming. Can I join you? Please." Hunter's voice, a little husky from travel, cut through the steam, laced with that playful lilt I adored.
A grin stretched across my face. "I'm insulted that you had to ask. Get in here." I leaned my head back against the tiled wall, water sluicing over my face.
"I’m sorry, babe." The soft rustle of fabric was the prelude to the sight of her, shedding her clothes with the casual grace of someone utterly comfortable in her own skin, and utterly stunning in mine. Her lingerie, a wisp of lace and silk, dropped to the floor, leaving her gloriously nude. The sight of her, curves illuminated by the diffused light, always took my breath away. She stepped in, the warm spray instantly embracing her.
"You know you never have to ask. I missed you." I reached for her, pulling her close, the slickness of our bodies instantly connecting. My lips found hers, a soft, welcoming kiss that tasted of lingering travel and desperate longing.
Her hands found my chest, pushing playfully. “Do you wanna touch my big boobs, honey?” The question was a tease, but her eyes, sparkling with desire, told the real story.
"Always." My hands were already there, cupping the generous weight of her breasts, feeling the familiar softness, the quickening beat of her heart against my palms. Our kiss deepened, a passionate declaration.
“I love you,,” she murmured against my lips, her breath warm and sweet.
"I love you too." I pulled her in tighter still, my hands sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. The moan that escaped her lips was a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure.
“Suck my boobs, honey,” she pleaded, her voice thick with desire as my fingers kneaded her soft flesh.
Without hesitation, I lowered my head, taking one full nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, then with more urgency. Her moan turned into a gasp, her body arching into mine as my hands continued their work on her ass. "Now all we're missing is my dick inside you," I whispered against her wet skin, the words a promise.
“I want it so bad, baby. Please fuck me,” she whimpered, her hips beginning to grind against mine, seeking purchase.
The anticipation was a palpable thing, a tangible electric current between us. I pulled away just enough to grab my already throbbing dick, guiding it to her slick entrance. With a groan of pure relief from both of us, I pushed inside, the fit perfect, impossibly hot.
“Oh, baby. Your dick feels so fucking good. Please fuck me harder and squeeze my titties.” Her hands raked through my wet hair, her nails gently scraping my scalp as she met my thrusts.
"You don't have to ask, baby. Everything is free use, baby," I grunted, driving into her with renewed fervor, my hands gripping her breasts, squeezing and caressing as we moved together, a symphony of touch and sensation under the warm, showering water.
A primal sound tore from her throat, a mix of desire and surrender. Her hips arched instinctively, a silent plea. "Do it, babe. I’m all yours.” Her voice was hoarse, thick with want, every fiber of her being aching for me. The air crackled with their desire, thick and electric.
I didn't need further invitation. a fierce, hungry kiss that tasted of longing and promise. My hands found purchase on her waist, lifting her, positioning her above me. Her legs wrapped around my hips, a delicious weight that pressed them together. He plunged into her, a guttural groan escaping him as their bodies met.
Her head fell back, a cry of pleasure tearing from her lips as I began to move, a relentless, primal rhythm that consumed us both. The world outside faded, the only reality the friction of skin on skin, the escalating heat, the symphony of their gasps and moans. I watched her face, contorted in pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut, then opening to meet mine, reflecting the same wild abandon.
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Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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