He takes a shower...but not alone.

As nice as it was to have our own cabin in the woods with no adult supervision and the opportunity to have as much sex as we wanted, the shower left a lot to be desired. It wasn't the size, because it was spacious enough for one person to move around comfortably, but the piping was older, so it took a while for the water to heat up. As a fan of hot showers, this was a big issue for me, so I turned it on and waited for a few minutes until the room began to steam up.

I had just pulled off my shirt and was about to pull my shorts down when the door to our room cracked open behind me. I spun around and saw Amy standing in the doorway, clad in the same black t-shirt that Talia had put on her the night before.

"Hey, how are you f-" I began before she put a finger to her lips, an oddly serene expression on her face.

Closing the door behind her, she gently padded over to me and stopped with mere inches between us, looking up at me with a bashful, almost sad expression. This concerned me, but as I was about to speak, she raised up on her toes and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. We stared at each other for a moment that seemed to last forever before she raised up and kissed me again, only this time I returned the gesture.

I felt her thumbs hook inside the hem of my shorts and, taking the hint, took the hem of her shirt and raised it over her head. This broke our kiss for a moment, red tresses tumbling down as our lips found each other again, her hands gripping my ass as she slid my shorts down just enough to let gravity finish the job for her. As much as I wanted to grip her tightly against me, it didn't feel right in the moment, and so we just held each other as my rod stiffened between us.

She brought her hands up to my face, cradling it in her palms as she broke our kiss and stared up at me. It was kind of a surreal moment because I couldn't tell what was going on in her head. There was no hint of lust or sexuality in her gaze, and in that moment I realized the meaning of the expression 'the eyes are the windows to the soul'. Her hands slid from my face to my shoulders, down along my arms until she took my hands in hers, stepping backwards into the shower and urging me to follow.

She took a deep breath as she backed against the wall, though whether it was from the wall being cold or apprehension, I couldn't tell. The space was tight as I closed the door behind me, the hot water battering down on us as I loomed over her. I leaned forward, kissing her first this time, rewarded by the feeling of her hands sliding up my chest and around my neck. Though she gently slid her tongue into my mouth, there was something so innocent about the whole thing, almost as though she had never done anything like this before. Then again, based on the raunchy sex stories she'd told us, it was entirely possible that she hadn't ever done anything this tame before.

We kissed until we both broke off gasping for breath, staring wordlessly at one another until she bit her lower lip and nodded her head. Even without words, I knew exactly what she meant. I pressed closer, my cock, pressing between her legs as she wrapped her fingers around it and guided me into her with a sigh.

What followed was one of the most passionate moments I've ever experienced. There was no rushing things; no race to the blissful, climactic end. Very slowly, very gently, we made love in a way that was so beautiful I almost cried. She very well might have, but it was too hard to tell with the shower running over us. There was no lustful groping and fondling involved, only the shuddering sighs of two people sharing a moment of pure intimacy. We did this until her sighs turned into soft mews, so adorably unlike the fierce tigress I was used to, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she clutched me tight. I felt her hips clench as her body shivered despite the hot shower, both of us groaning softly as we found our bliss together.

Our pace slowed until we eventually came to rest, my cock still inside her as we held each other, her face now buried in my neck. I thought I heard her say something, though it was difficult to tell over the running water, so turned my head and hummed inquisitively.

"I didn't say anything," she whispered into my ear above the water, the first words she had spoken this whole time.