Steamy 🌶🌶🌶

I stood there looking like a mess as his burning gaze roamed my body; like I were a delicious snack he was about to devour. The sexual heat moved with the stride of his glare. His softened obsidian eyes were gone and replaced with dark arousal.

The hot water started to create steam that filled the room with a fresh spring-smelling haze. I stood there with my hand holding my elbow as my eyes hit the floor. It only took two strides for him to be right in front of me.

His large hand cupped my chin as he lifted my head up to lock eyes with his. The intense desire excited my internal sexual attraction.

“Eyes stay up.”, he ran his thumb over my lips.

I tried to nod my head as his hand still cupped my chin.

He backed away to adjust the water temperature before turning back to me and undressing, slowly.

Taking his time, he unbuttoned each of the nine buttons on his shirt. Starting with his cuffs, the moved from the neck down. Exposing his bare chest covered in dark tattoos and shredded muscles. Once unbutton he gently pulled it off and tossed it to the side.

I started to look down, “Eyes up Leah.”, he reminded me.

My eyes darted to his hands as he unbuckled his belt. With one swift and fast motion he pulled it out tossed it to the side.

Roaming his large frame, I was again glued to his hands as they unbuttoned his slacks. He bent over to pull off his shoes, then tossed his socks to the side with his shirt. He stood back tall and slipped his pants down to his ankles before stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

He was left nearly bare for me to visually touch; my arousal was apparent as I bit my lip.

Not stopping he ran his thumbs under the elastic band of his smooth briefs before pulling them down. He stood a few steps in front of me in all his naked glory. The steam made his body glisten as the mist tinted his skin.

Every muscle flexed as he walked toward me, stopping just before his low handing erection gazed my navel. I looked up at him as he glared down at me increasing the heat in his stare.

He placed his hand on the wall behind me and leaned toward me.

Whispering in my ear, “Undress for me.”.

He stood back up and walked over to a chair that was part of a sitting area in the master bathroom. Sitting back in the chair he kept his knees spread wide for my viewing pleasure. One hand on the arm rest and the other was touching his chin as he gently rubbed his lips.

“What about her?”, I pointed to the door.

“There is no one else of importance here, other than us.”, he glared at me as if I weren’t undressing fast enough.

I started to hurry and take off my torn sweater, but he stopped me before I got to my shirt.

“Slower Leah. I want to admire every inch of your body.”, he didn’t move from his sprawled position.

I decided to start again by kicking off my shoes and pulling off my socks, it was the least sexy movement. Then I worked toward the band in my leggings. I hooked the band with my thumbs before wiggling my hips side to side until they were around my ankles.

Using one hand to steady myself with the wall, I used the other to pull them off my feet. I now stood there in my dirty tank top and panties. I wasn’t wearing a bra again because I was dressed to lounge around.

He was watching me with sex filled eyes as I stood there contemplating what to do.

“I am ready for more when you are.”, he said with his eyes fixated on me.

The way he was looking at me, even as I stood here dirty and disgusting, was enough to get me wet and give me the courage to feel sexy.

I decided to walk toward him, making sure to rotate my hips with each step. He didn’t flinch as I turned around to back my ass up to his thighs before bending forward and pulling down my panties. He had a full view of my underhang.

While my hips were wide, my thigh gap allowed him the perfect view of how wet he was making me. He moved his hand, not to touch me, but to place a firm grip around his erection and began to gently stroke himself.

I slowly stood back up before straddling his lap and crossing my arms to pull off my tank top. My breasts bounced as the thin tight fabric tugged at them. Yet he still didn’t touch me.

Our eyes locked on one another, but no words were spoken. The heat from our bodies radiated sexual power. Our eyes did all the fucking as we sat there for minutes while he rubbed himself to the visual of my dirty body.

He grabbed me around my thighs and stood up, walking us into the steamy shower. Placing me down under the flow of water, I looked up to let the heat wash over my face. My eyes were closed as the water trickled down my face onto my chest.

I felt as his large hands began massaging my scalp, my head sank back father into his control. He wasn’t just massaging me for relaxation, I felt the lather of shampoo run down my back. Taking complete control of my body, he was washing me clean from all the suffering I had endured over the last few hours.

Reaching back to wash myself, he swatted my hands away.

“You stand there, I will wash the visible reminders of today away.”, he wouldn’t listen even if I said no.

Standing there he lathered my hair from root to end for several minutes before rinsing it away. My eyes still closed he guided me back against the wall with his hands on my hips. I peeked long enough to see him grab conditioner.

He rubbed his hands together before applying a revitalizing scented conditioner to the ends of my hair. Still against the wall he lathered a loofah with a minty soap before grabbing my hand and washing my arm.

The soap tingled on my skin as he washed up my arms, around my neck, my breasts, and abdomen before turning me around. He continued to wash my back, then used his foot to tap my feet.

“Spread yourself.”, and I did.

With the loofah in one hand and soap covering the other, he simultaneously washed my body as he felt every inch of my skin. He knelt to the floor, as he bent my leg at the knee and wash each foot.

He teased my core as he ran his hands below, spreading my core wide as he rubbed me front to back.

Tingling all over because of the soap, he rinsed and hung up the loofah. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the steaming hot water to rinse my body clean of any evidence from today.

As the water ran over me, he leaned down to kiss me, softly. I reached up and placed my arms around his neck to deepen the intensity of our lips. Our tongues dancing under the falling water.

He placed one arm around my back as the other reached down to grab my ass before sliding in front of me to rub my sensitive core. I leaned my head back to moan, but I choked it down to remain quiet.

“Don’t do that.”, he looked me in the eye as his head blocked the water.

“But… she’s out there.”, I scrunched my eyebrows.

“Then let her hear. That’s not my baby she is carrying.”, he was so sure of himself.

He slapped my core a few times before going back to rubbing it with an intense motion. The hand on my back slid up and around my neck. I grabbed his forearm to balance myself against all the shaking.

This time a loud moan escaped my lips, and the design of the shower carried the moan out of the bathroom. There was no way that woman couldn’t hear what he was doing to me.

With his arm still around my neck holding me down, he penetrated me with his large girthy fingers, thrusting them in and out rapidly. He acted as if getting me to come quickly was an accomplishment.

It didn’t take long before my knees became weak in his hold. He continued fucking me with his fingers, intermittently stopping to circle my bud with his flat hand and gently smacking it before reinserting his finger.

A sensual release hit me that sent a tingling sensation throughout my body. I had no control as his fingers fucked me until I let go and accepted the earth-shattering orgasm, he was racing me toward. My knees buckled, but he caught me picking me up and placing my back against the wall.

“Fuck me, please.”, I begged.

“I don’t have a condom.”, he wanted to follow my rules.

“I have an IUD and I want to feel every bare inch of you.”, I pleaded.

He wasn’t hesitant as he positioned us in a comfortable position. He bent his knees before inserting himself in me, coating himself in my heated juice that he just involuntary forced me produced.

I was moaning, panting, and teetering on the urge to yell.

My legs wrapped around him, and he placed one hand on the wall behind me. The other hand wrapped around my waist to lift me as my body bounced on his long, hard erection. He didn’t stumble in his effort to lift me as if I weighed nothing.

Changing positions slightly he hooked both arms under my knees as I grabbed his neck. This position allowed him the leverage to push me out and then pull me in with each thrust. Hitting me deeper than any man has, I screamed out in sexual pleasure.

“Fuck, Adrian! Yes! Yes! Yes!”, this gave him motivation to work hard to hit me deeper.

He was grunting with each thrust. We changed positions a few times, never taking a breath between each movement. At one point he was sitting in the shower while I rocked and bounced on him to push him closer to his release, I only induced another for myself.

I could tell he was nearing his finished, “Put me down, I want your cum in my mouth.”.

After fucking me for a good 45 minutes, I wanted to taste him.

He gently put me down, listening to my wishes. I knelt on the ground and grabbed him with two hands as he rested his bent arms on the wall. I took as much of him as I could in my mouth.

His head tilted up and he let out a moan, “Fuck, Leah!”.

I used my hands to work his shaft while my mouth massaged his tip. I rubbed, pumped, and sucked until he throbbed. I pulled my head back and looked up with my mouth open.

“Cum in my mouth.”, I said as he looked down and me and grabbed himself.

A few pumps later he came all over my face and I licked up every ounce, sucking his tip clean.

After he stopped moaning and jerking from the intense pleaser, he picked me up and began to bathe me all over again.

I had never been so cared for.

This was by far the best steamy shower I had ever taken.

-To be continued-