The shower had made everything louder – the slap of wet skin and even her little moans echoing off the tile, the constant rush of water hitting the floor.
Steam filled the stall so thick that he could barely even see the door anymore. It felt a bit like the whole world had shrunk down to just this: hot water, slick bodies, her ass pressing back against him every time he thrust his fingers deeper.
When she started trembling, legs shaking, he pulled his hand away.
Sophie whined, actual frustration in the sound. "Don't stop – "
"I'm not." He rinsed the soap off his hands, then positioned himself right behind her.
One hand on her hip, the other guiding his cock – still half-hard from before but getting there fast again from the sight of her like this, bent over, water streaming down her back, ass up and waiting.
He rubbed the head along her pussy, teasing, then pushed in slow.
