For sure!

The warm water rinsed us clean, droplets clinging to our skin, but I didn't let the moment cool. Her body was slick and warm against mine, anticipation building in the way her breaths quickened, her eyes darting to my face with that mix of trust and need.

I turned off the shower, the sudden quiet amplifying our heavy breathing. Steam swirled around us as I stepped out first, grabbing a towel but only patting myself dry enough to stop the dripping—no need for more barriers. Tommie followed, naked and glistening, water trailing down her soft thighs and over the curve of her still-hard cock, which bobbed with each step.

I took her hand, leading her from the bathroom without a word, the cool air of the hallway raising goosebumps on her skin. Her fingers squeezed mine, submissive and seeking, as we moved toward the bedroom, the air thick with unspoken desire.

The bed waited, sheets rumpled from earlier neglect but now inviting, lit softly by the bedside lamp. I guided her inside, closing the door behind us, the click echoing like a promise. Without clothes, our bodies brushed as I pulled her toward the mattress—her breasts grazing my arm, her cock nudging my hip, sending sparks through me.

Anticipation hung heavy, her scent—fresh from the shower but laced with arousal—filling the space. I eased her down onto the edge of the bed, kneeling between her legs, my hands on her thighs, spreading them slightly to expose her fully.