The morning sun cast a golden hue over the rumpled bed, where Adam and Freya lay in a tangle of limbs and satiated desire. The previous night had been a symphony of passion, a marathon of lust that left them both deliciously spent. Freya stirred first, her body aching in the most delightful ways. She stretched languidly, her full, milky breasts rising with the motion, the nipples still sensitive from Adam's hungry mouth.
Adam groaned beside her, his large cock twitching with the memory of their escapades. Freya chuckled softly, her hand drifting down to trace the length of his manhood, feeling it stir under her touch. "Someone's still eager," she teased, her voice husky with sleep and satisfaction.
He opened one eye, a smirk playing on his lips. "What can I say? You bring out the beast in me."
They both laughed, recalling the wildness of their lovemaking. The way he had taken her, hard and deep, against the wall, the way she had ridden him with an abandon that left them both breathless. The bed was a testament to their passion, the sheets twisted and damp with their mingled sweat.
Freya rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. "I lost count of how many times you made me come," she admitted, her gaze lingering on his slowly hardening cock.
"And I lost count of how many times I wanted to bury myself inside you again," Adam replied, his hand reaching out to cup one of her heavy breasts, his thumb brushing over the large, pink nipple.
Their eyes met, and the air between them crackled with renewed desire. Without a word, they rose from the bed, their bodies moving with a shared purpose. The bathroom was filled with steam as they stepped under the hot spray of the shower. The water cascaded over them, a liquid caress that heightened their senses.
Adam pressed Freya against the cool tiles, his hands roaming over her slick body. She reached for his cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements. He groaned, his head falling back as she worked her magic.
Freya sank to her knees, the water streaming over her face and breasts as she took him into her mouth. She sucked him deeply, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the salty essence of his arousal. Adam's hands tangled in her wet hair, guiding her rhythm as she bobbed her head, taking him as deep as she could.
The need to possess her, to claim her as his own, surged through Adam. He pulled her to her feet, his hands gripping her ass as he lifted her. Freya wrapped her legs around his waist, her tight pussy aligning with his throbbing cock. With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.
They moved together, the water amplifying every sensation. Freya's breasts pressed against Adam's chest, her nipples hard peaks that rubbed against his skin with every movement. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he drove into her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Adam's pace quickened, his cock swelling within her. Freya felt the familiar tightening in her belly, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter. "Fuck, Adam, I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.
With a final, deep thrust, they tumbled over the edge together. Freya's pussy clenched around Adam's cock, milking him as he exploded inside her, his hot seed mingling with the warm water that rained down upon them.
Spent and sated, they held each other under the shower's spray, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Reluctantly, they separated, their bodies protesting the loss of contact. They washed each other with gentle hands, the simple act of cleaning becoming an extension of their lovemaking.
As they stepped out of the shower and reached for their towels, Freya's gaze lingered on Adam's firm ass, the memory of her nails clawing at those cheeks making her smile. She watched him dry off, his muscles flexing with each movement, his cock still semi-hard, despite their recent exertions.
Freya dressed slowly, aware of Adam's eyes on her. She chose a simple sundress, the fabric hugging her curves and highlighting the swell of her breasts. She caught his reflection in the mirror as she applied a coat of deep red lipstick, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Turning to face him, she sauntered over and pressed a kiss to his chest, the lipstick leaving a perfect imprint of her lips. She took his hand and wrote her room number across his chest in the same bold shade. "For next time," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Adam grinned, his eyes darkening with anticipation. "I can't wait," he said, his voice rough with desire. He dressed quickly, his gaze never leaving Freya's body. With a final, lingering kiss, he left the room, the promise of more hanging between them.
Freya watched him go, a sense of satisfaction settling over her. She turned to the mirror, her lips still tingling from their kiss. She traced her fingers over her mouth, her eyes dark with the memory of their passion. "Barely dressed... but finally satisfied," she murmured to her reflection, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
But as the door clicked shut, a thrill of anticipation coursed through her. She knew it wouldn't be long before she felt Adam's touch again, before she was lost in the wild frenzy of their desire. And until then, she would savor the memory of their night together, the feel of his big cock inside her, the way he worshipped her milky tits, and the promise of all the filthy, delicious things they would do to each other the next time they were entangled in the sheets.