A really hot bath

Steam rose from the water when I slipped into the bathroom after him. He turned at the click of the latch and found me naked, hips tilted, palms pressed to the warm tile. I didn't bother with the taps. I needed him now. He pushed my thighs apart, entered me in one hard thrust that made my breath catch, and the bathwater sat forgotten while he took me against the wall. My fingers left marks on his shoulders. He didn't stop until my legs trembled and heat flooded between us, the ache between my legs finally quieted. I left the room smiling, bare skin still tingling.