The steam had turned the bathroom into a white void, the air thick with the scent of expensive soap and raw heat. Elena stood under the massive rainfall showerhead, her head tilted back, eyes closed, letting the hot water cascade over her breasts and down the curve of her stomach. She heard the glass door creak open.
"You took your time," she moaned, not opening her eyes as Julian stepped into the spray.
He didn't answer with words. He stepped behind her, his chest pressing against her wet back, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her hips flush against him. He was already hard, a rigid line pressing into the small of her back.
"Mmm, you're shaking, Jules," Elena whispered, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
"I've been thinking about this since the city," Julian groaned
