Intimate!

Precum beaded at the head, mixing with the water and soap, making each slide smoother, more teasing.

I didn't rush— this was about coaxing her out of her shell, blending the emotional support I'd given her for years with this raw, physical care. Her unrequited love for her ex was fading in the steam, replaced by the trust building between us, our friendship evolving into something deeper, more urgent.

Tommie moaned softly, the sound vibrating against my neck as her hips bucked forward into my hand. Her fingers dug into my back, nails scraping lightly, a submissive plea for more without words. I tightened my grip just enough to assert control, pumping her length with steady rhythm, my thumb circling the sensitive underside of the head each time.

'Feel that? That's you, responding to me,' I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. The desire between us deepened with every stroke, her body relaxing into mine, trust blooming amid the heat. Her cock twitched harder, swelling in my fist, and I could sense her edging closer to release, the tension of days—weeks—of neglect unraveling under my touch.

She buried her face in my shoulder, breaths coming in short, needy pants, her own hand tentatively stroking my cock in return, mirroring my motions but with less confidence. It felt good, her touch hesitant yet eager, the size difference making her fingers wrap fully around me while struggling with her own girth.