After sneaking up and stopping you from typing by kissing your ear and blowing soft breaths against it, I lift you and drag you with me down the hallway toward the bathroom. We slip in stealthily and I turn on the shower… The space is cramped, so we’ll be pressed tight against each other—exactly what I want.

I guide you inside with me and slowly unbutton your shirt, pulling it free from your pants before letting it slide off your body. Then I kneel to take care of your jeans—teasing open buttons with my teeth, lowering the zipper, brushing against your erection already straining against the fabric.

I peel off your jeans, letting my hands slide over your bare ass… loving how you skipped underwear tonight. Now you’re naked, and I rise slowly, sliding my body along yours, letting you feel every inch of me.

Your hands reach out, fingers opening the buttons of my plaid shirt, slipping it off my shoulders. Underneath is my favorite bra—black with delicate purple lace trim and bows. Your hands grip my breasts, thumbs brushing lace as I arch into your touch.

You reach behind me, unhooking the clasp and letting the bra drop, throwing it to the floor with the rest of our clothes.

I stand bare-breasted, watching desire darken your eyes as you devour me with your gaze. You kneel, looking up as your tongue traces slow, wet paths along my ribs and stomach. Then your fingers find my jeans’ button.

You lower the zipper, tug denim over my hips, and discover I’m wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Your tongue follows, tasting my smooth skin as you finish stripping me. I step free, shuddering when you lick a lazy trail up my body—teasing every sensitive inch before finally taking a nipple between your lips to suckle gently.

I pull you up for a deep, hungry kiss, my tongue sliding against yours, exploring your palate. I remove my necklaces, setting them aside with our scattered clothes, then turn up the water until steam fills the cramped space.

I step beneath the spray first, adjusting the temperature until perfection, then beckon you to join. The showerhead sits high in the corner, handles beside it, the opening to the right.

Your arms wrap around me, turning me to face you. Our mouths crash together—scorching, urgent, matching the water pounding us. I reach behind you for the soap, rubbing it between my palms until slippery, my breasts mashed hard against your chest as I work.

You moan into my mouth, kissing down my neck, tongue flicking my ear as water cascades over us. I start soaping your back, kneading tension from muscles with firm strokes. You smile against my skin, eyes closed as you savor this.

Moving lower, I lather your ass, then gently push you back so I can wash your chest, arms, underarms, ribs, neck—even your face. I turn you around to let water rinse everything away.

Kneeling again, I grab the soap and glide it along your legs, lifting each foot to wash between toes. I slide the bar up the backs of your thighs, then between them before setting it aside to cradle your balls with soapy hands—rolling them gently, coating them in slippery lather.

Then I lift your cock, slowly stroking the entire length with both hands, soaping every thick inch.

Your head falls back; fingers tangle in my wet hair as you groan low. Mmmm… it’s oh so fucking good, Adriane… I worship every sound you make, how you pulse in my grip, knowing I’m why you’re so hard… so desperate.

I tease the tip with my fingers, filling the slit with lather, then stroke down the shaft before rising again. Water courses over you, rinsing suds away, streams tracing every muscle line.

I shiver with anticipation and hand you the soap.

You start at my shoulders, moving down—massaging my back, then gripping my ass, gently spreading me to soap between my legs. I bend forward, bracing on the handles, offering myself.

You take your time sliding along the backs of my thighs, then the fronts—teasing me with patience before your hand slips between my legs again, fingers parting my folds, slippery from soap and excitement.

I moan, undulating against your touch. Oh god, yes… YES… ohhh…

You slide two fingers inside me, pumping slowly while your thumb massages my clit.

Suddenly spinning me, you kiss me hard, then guide me under the spray to rinse off. When I’m panting and trembling, you smirk wickedly and step back just enough to make me whimper.

You soap your hands again, then coat my breasts—palms sliding in slow, deliberate circles. My nipples harden under slippery pressure; I arch and gasp: ohh… ohhhh…

Moving lower, you soap my belly, hips, then rinse me with water while kissing me deeply. You move closer, whispering filthy promises against my ear that make me shiver.

I turn, brace my hands on the wall, and reach back to grip your cock—thick, hard, and slick. I guide you forward until you’re fully inside me with one fluid thrust.

Oh GOD… OHH! I come instantly, walls clenching around you as sudden fullness overwhelms me.

You follow right after, pulsing hot and deep inside, both trembling as we hold tight. Water keeps streaming over us, cooling skin as we catch our breath.

That’s what I’d do if I were there…

Because this would be for you, my love.