Shower Time

We finished our scene and stepped straight into the shower, still burning for each other. Water hit skin already slick with sweat. I reached for him first, and he answered with a hard, unhurried push between my thighs. Every thrust knocked the breath out of me; I braced both palms on the tile and kept taking it, greedy. He wrapped one hand around my throat, thumb stroking the pulse there while he drove deeper, making me feel the weight of every inch. The spray washed sweat away, yet the steam thickened with each wet slap of skin. I came with a ragged cry, legs shaking, and he stayed buried deep until the last pulse left him. We finally turned off the water, but neither of us moved to leave.