Shower Secrets and Midnight Whispers

Being covered in dried sweat and seed, we needed to take a shower. She slid off me, grabbed a towel to cover her nudity, and then turned on the light. I had no issue with us showering together, but she insisted on going first, promising I’d follow. She returned ten minutes later, still damp in spots, wrapped in a huge towel.

“It’s your turn!” she said with a smile.

Gazing at her, I climbed out of bed and walked towards her. She smiled back, her eyes locked on mine. With my left arm, I pulled her close by the waist, our lips meeting in a deep kiss. She struggled to keep the towel in place, which seemed ready to slip away. At that moment, I didn’t question why she clung to the towel or why she wanted separate showers, despite our earlier naked closeness in the dark.

Shadows of Intimacy

If she hadn’t stopped me and urged me to the bathroom, we might have continued our caresses and kisses. When I returned to the room later, the lights were off, save for a single lamp casting a soft glow from the corner. Sarah stood by the window, a cigarette in her left hand. The window was wide open, the curtain slightly drawn to let the smoke escape. She turned her head as she heard my footsteps approaching.

“I just lit a cigarette. I thought you’d take longer in the bath.”

“It’s nothing… gives me more time to play with you,” I replied.

“Look at him! You think I’m your toy?” she teased, a smile playing on her lips.

“Maybe I do!” I said, slipping my hand between her thighs, directly to her warm center. A finger found its way inside. As she brought the cigarette to her lips for a drag, I heard her sigh. I pressed myself against her back, my finger delving deeper. Sarah leaned into me, her reactions clear. Her eyes closed, her lips slightly pressed together, her head tilted back. Her right side exposed, perfect for kissing. First on the shoulder, then the neck, up to her ear. My finger moved in rhythm with her moans.

Whispers at the Window

After pulling away, I suggested she lean over the windowsill. I moved the curtain aside to keep it from catching fire. She bent over, her arms on the sill. I knelt behind her. At first, she resisted me pulling the towel away, but eventually, she relented. Naked, she seemed a bit tense, perhaps from being exposed or from the fear of curious eyes outside the window.

I gripped her buttocks firmly, my fingers digging into her flesh, followed by strategic kisses. She pushed her rear towards me, the perfect moment to press my mouth to her vulva. As soon as she felt my lips, she began to moan softly… mmm… My tongue moved side to side, making her shiver each time it touched her clit. Realizing she wanted more focus there, I adjusted my position.

Initially, she thought that was all, but when she saw me maneuvering between her and the wall, she realized there was more to come. With my head between her full thighs, I continued to work her clit with my lips and tongue. My hands pressed and pulled at her buttocks.

“Yes… mmm… there… yes… I’ve put out the cigarette!… yesss…”

Slowly, I felt her hips move in short thrusts, grinding her clit against my lips. Unable to resist, I slipped a finger inside. She grabbed my hand, pulling it as if to withdraw it.

“If you want to penetrate me, do it with something else!” she said.

I withdrew my finger but continued to lick and suck her clit for a few more minutes before sliding past her and standing up. She tried to turn towards me, but I told her to stay bent over the sill. She waited, legs close together, head turned towards me.

Moonlit Desires

Before entering her, she spread her legs slightly, rising onto her toes. I thrust my penis quickly into her aroused vagina. My hands slid under her, grabbing her breasts, pulling and kneading them.

“What if someone sees us?… mmm… The light is on…”

“It doesn’t matter!” I replied, increasing the pace of my thrusts, slamming harder into her body. Perhaps she didn’t expect such a response, but she said nothing more.

In the quiet of the night, her moans, which she tried to stifle, were still audible. The energetic rhythm, the constant collision of our bodies, and the sounds of our impact filled the air. I felt her tense up, as if she wanted to sink to the floor. I heard her say, “Wait!” and I stopped, unsure of what was wrong.

Silent Surrender

After pulling out, she turned and walked to the bed. She lay face down. I climbed on top of her. She understood what I wanted. She raised her rear slightly, making it easier for me to enter. My penis slid in, and I pressed my weight onto her. I kissed her neck, her ear, breathing heavily. I resumed the rapid rhythm from before. I heard her moans, saw her fists clench, pulling at the sheets.

I felt her left hand move to my back, pressing down on my buttocks. Soon after, her nails dug in hard, followed by a short scream… yes… then she told me to stop. She was barely breathing, her face buried in the pillow, growling, tense to the max. She removed her hand from my back, and I began to move again. Slowly, my penis slid its full length. With each back-and-forth motion, the pace quickened.

As the rhythm intensified, I started to tense, moaning loudly. Sarah turned her head towards me, seeking my mouth, then pressed her lips to mine in a long, deep kiss. Panting heavily… mmm… I quickly withdrew my penis, sat back on her buttocks, and my seed erupted powerfully, splattering her body.

Afterglow Whispers

I didn’t lie down on top of her. I slid off and lay on my back beside her, breathing heavily. She moved her head towards me and kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She rested her head on my chest, her arm around me. In the quiet of the night, she whispered:

“It’s your fault we need another shower!” she said, laughing.