Wanna go to the bed?

She shivered, eyes fluttering shut as her body yielded, the tension in her shoulders easing under my words. Her hand on my cock tightened, stroking me with growing confidence, her thumb circling my head in mimicry.

The steam enveloped us, carrying the scent of her arousal, clean soap overlaying the musky hint of her need. I pumped her firmer now, base to tip, squeezing just enough to draw a soft moan from her lips. Her depression, the neglect from her breakup—it all seemed to fade in this moment, her submissive side blooming as she pressed closer, craving the release I offered.

'Tommie,' I murmured, slowing my strokes to keep her on edge, my body still flush against hers, cocks trapped and rubbing with every subtle shift. 'Do you want to move to the bed now? Or wait a little longer?' I watched her face, heart pounding with the weight of my unrequited love, now so close to being answered in this erotic trust.

Her eyes met mine, hazy with desire and vulnerability, cheeks flushed under the warm spray. She nodded quickly, then whispered, 'Now. Please, now.' The words came out breathy, laced with that hesitant eagerness, her submissive plea pulling at me. I kissed her again, quick and reassuring, before releasing her cock reluctantly, the heat of it lingering on my palm.

We finished cleaning each other under the water, my hands soaping her curves—tracing her breasts, lathering her cock one last time with gentle squeezes that made her gasp—while she returned the favor, fingers trembling as they washed my chest, my hips, my own aching length.