Steam filled the bathroom, softening the light and wrapping the two of them in a warm haze.
Amber wiped the water off her face as Jonathan looked at her — breath uneven, eyes heavy, wanting more of her, always more.
She removed her bra slowly, deliberately.
Amber:
"Don't you want this…?" 🤤
Jonathan's throat tightened.
Jonathan:
"You know I do."
She stepped closer, chest rising and falling, offering herself with a teasing confidence only he brought out of her.
Amber:
"Then have it."
The wall supported her back as Jonathan's hands came up gently, reverently — tracing her curves, learning her again, like he always did. His mouth brushed her skin, soft at first, then deeper, hungrier. Amber let out a warm breath that melted into the steam.
The water poured down over both of them, and as they pressed closer, their bodies aligned in a heat that felt both desperate and familiar. Their breaths tangled. Their foreheads touched. Their fingers gripped and held and reassured.
Every movement, every sigh, every whispered word was a promise.
A promise of love.
A promise of need.
A promise that they could never get enough of each other.
Their rhythm grew deeper. Slower. Then faster.
Amber clung to him. Jonathan held her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Their voices blended, soft gasps echoing off the tiles, not loud but full of emotion — the closeness overwhelming, the desire undeniable.
Jonathan's forehead dropped to her shoulder.
Jonathan (breathless):
"Amber… I—"
Amber:
"It's okay… I'm here."
Their bodies tensed together, then relaxed, sinking into each other as if the world outside didn't exist.
For a long moment, they just breathed.
Together.
Then Amber tried to step away.
Amber:
"We should go before someone—"
Jonathan caught her wrist gently.
His voice dropped low, rough with need.
Jonathan:
"What about me?"
Amber blinked.
"Jonathan…"
He leaned back against the shower wall, eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling.
Jonathan:
"Help me… darling."
Amber's cheeks warmed as she knelt in front of him, hands reaching for him in a way that made Jonathan's breath catch. His fingers slipped into her hair, guiding her gently, reverently.
Their closeness built again — slowly at first, then deeper, more intense, as Jonathan whispered her name like it was something sacred.
The steam hid them, wrapped them, protected their moment.
They reached for each other again — clinging, trembling, surrendering — until the last shiver faded and the room fell quiet except for their soft breaths.
Amber rested her head against his chest.
Amber:
"…Now we go."
She tried standing again.
Jonathan caught her.
Eyes dark.
Voice low.
Jonathan:
"One last time…
Please."
Before Amber could respond, he gently lowered her onto the warm tiles, kissing her deeply — the kind of kiss that made thinking impossible.
Their bodies found each other again — slow, heated, intimate.
Their breaths grew louder.
Their fingers dug into each other.
Their whispered names mixed with the sound of falling water —
Until—
Outside the door…
Eric: 😳
Justin: 😳
"…Are… they done?"
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