Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 293: Relaxation

The shower stall was a steamy, roaring cocoon, the hot water pounding down like a tropical storm. Thick clouds of vapor swirled around us, turning the glass walls into foggy mirrors streaked with handprints, streaks of soap, and the constant press of Elizabeth’s bare back every time I drove my dick into her pussy. The recessed golden lights overhead glowed softly through the mist, catching on every droplet that rolled down her skin her shoulders, her breasts, the curve of her waist, making her look like she was covered in tiny diamonds. The air was heavy with the clean scent of her shampoo, the faint salt of sweat, and the raw, unmistakable smell of us.

"Arghh...!" I groaned one last time, slamming in as deep as possible, holding her ass tight in both hands as my orgasm tore through me. Thick, hot pulses shot into her, again and again, until my vision went white at the edges and my knees almost buckled.

"Ahh... fuck... yeah!" Elizabeth screamed, voice cracking into a high, desperate cry. Her head tipped back hard against the glass, wet hair sticking to her cheeks and neck, eyes rolling up as her climax hit at the exact same second. Her pussy clenched around me in hard, milking waves, a fresh rush of squirt mixing with the shower water and running down my thighs in warm streams.

"Arghh... Elizabeth... you gotta tone down that allure a little," I panted, still inside her, giving a few slow, hard aftershock thrusts that made us both shiver. "You’re seriously gonna kill me one day."

She laughed, breathless and hoarse, smirking through the water streaming down her face. "You too," she managed, voice shaking with little aftershocks. "You made me this... cra... zy..." Another tiny moan slipped out as I rocked gently, drawing it out.

I exhaled hard, forehead resting against hers, both of us trying to catch our breath under the pounding water. "Huff... we’ve been going at it like animals since yesterday," I said, voice rough, hands still squeezing her ass like I couldn’t let go.

Elizabeth grinned, wicked and proud, letting her legs slide down slowly until her feet touched the wet tile. "Trust me," she said, voice low and sultry, "I once took five guys at once... even they couldn’t keep up with your stamina."

My eyes went wide, water dripping off my lashes. "What the actual fuck? Five at once?"

She laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles, and wrapped her arms around my neck again, pressing her soaked breasts against my chest. "Forbidden cravings, remember?" she teased, biting her lip, eyes sparkling under the golden light.

"Yeah... right..." I chuckled, hands sliding to her waist, pulling her close for another slow, deep kiss. I didn’t care what she did when I wasn’t around; her life, her choices. All I cared about was how she tasted right now salt, heat, and her.

"Hehe... such a sweetheart," she murmured against my lips, kissing me back soft and lazy. "If only my husband was half this understanding."

"His loss," I whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the little spot under her ear that made her shiver.

Elizabeth smiled, arms tight around my neck, water still pouring over us like the shower itself didn’t want the moment to end. "Exactly," she said, voice soft and happy.

We stayed there wrapped in steam, wrapped in each other, trading slow kisses and quiet laughs while the water kept falling and the morning stretched on, warm and lazy and ours.

The shower was still running hot, but softer now, like a warm summer rain. Steam floated thick around us, wrapping everything in a hazy white cloud. Elizabeth turned in my arms, pressing one last slow, lazy kiss to my lips our tongues brushing, tasting water and each other before she pulled back with a little smile.

"So... should we actually wash our backs now?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and giving me that playful look.

I exhaled, feeling all the tension melt out of me, and let out a quiet laugh. "Women are weird," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.

She tilted her head back, water running down her neck. "Did you say something?"

"Nope, not at all," I said quickly, grabbing the handheld showerhead and the soft scrubber from the shelf. I aimed the warm spray at her back, watching the water sheet down her spine and over the curve of her ass.

"Tch. Liar," she teased, but she was grinning. She stepped over to the little tiled stool in the corner and sat down, legs crossed like a queen, back turned to me, hair stuck in wet ropes down her shoulders. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

I squeezed shower gel onto the scrubber something that smelled like vanilla and something floral and started rubbing slow circles across her back. Her skin was warm and slick under my palms, smooth as silk.

"Your back feels so soft and sexy," I said, letting my hands follow the scrubber, thumbs pressing gently along her shoulder blades.

"Ahhm... is that so?" she asked, giggling, head dropping forward a little as I worked lower.

"You’re really good with your hands," she sighed, voice relaxed and happy now, the wild heat from earlier turning into something cozy and sweet.

"Thank you very much," I said, smiling. "But raise your arms—lift them a little."

She raised both arms without looking back, stretching like a cat. I ran the scrubber under them, then let my hands take over, sliding soap over her sides, brushing the edges of her breasts, then down again. She shivered when I reached her inner thighs, spreading her legs just a bit more without me even asking.

"Tickles," she murmured, but didn’t move away.

I rinsed the soap off with the handheld shower, watching bubbles slide down her skin and swirl into the drain. Then I handed her the scrubber. "Your turn."

Elizabeth turned around on the stool, took the scrubber with a grin. "Gladly."

She stood up, pushed me gently until my back hit the cool tile, and started washing me the same way slow, careful circles across my shoulders, down my chest, teasing little swirls around my stomach that made me laugh. Her hands were soft, nails grazing just enough to raise goosebumps even under the hot water.

We didn’t talk much after that. Just quiet laughs, little hums, the sound of water and the occasional "turn around" or "lift your arm." We cleaned every inch of each other behind ears, between toes, the curve of a hip, the line of a collarbone, like we were memorizing the map of each other’s bodies all over again.