Steam curls from the shower. Bathroom attached to our bedroom glows dim. I lean over the sink, watching my reflection. Curves spill from my robe. Vianney steps out, naked, water sheeting his lean frame. Eyes dark, predatory. Heart slams my ribs. He drops the towel. Cock twitches, thickens. Presses against my back. Skin scalds skin. Burning.
His hands snake under fabric. Cup my heavy tits. Thumbs circle nipples. Hard peaks ache. I gasp. Pulse races wild. His shaft nestles between plump ass cheeks. Slides slow. Wet from shower. Slick friction ignites nerves. Urgent need throbs low.
The Fever
“Chéri,” I murmur, arching back. Remembering that Saturday. Claire’s game night. His arm snakes my waist. Dice demand kiss. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Heat blooms instant. Later, car parked by garages. Dark street. Hands roam free. Fingers knead my mounds. I melt.
Now, years on. Same fire. His breath hot on neck. Nips earlobe. “Masturbate for me. Show your face in bliss.” Fingers dive down. Part soaked folds. Clit pulses. Fingers circle frantic. His cock grinds harder. Pre-cum slicks crease. Heart hammers. Breath short. Dangerously close.
Bedroom door shut. World fades. Only us. Sweat beads. Skin flushes crimson. Urgency coils tight. Possession calls.
He hikes robe. Cockhead nudges entrance. One brutal thrust. Fills me raw. Stretch burns sweet. I cry out. Sink bites hips. He pounds relentless. Skin slaps wet. Balls smack clit. Fingers fly faster. Waves build savage.
“Mine,” he growls. Teeth sink shoulder. Deeper. Harder. Rhythm frenzied. Guts twist. Orgasm rips. Walls clamp cock. Juices flood thighs. Scream echoes tiles. He doesn’t stop. Thrusts piston. Sweat drips. Heart explodes again. Clit throbs fire.
The Blaze
His roar. Cock swells. Hot jets pulse deep. Floods core. Body shakes. Collapse together. Legs quiver.
Panting heavy. Skin still scorches. His weight pins sweet. Cum leaks slow. Heart slows ragged. Unique blaze. Eternal bond. From that first night—car frenzy, bed ravage, countless peaks lost in count—to now. Father of my kids. Still devours.
“Why me still?” I whisper. Lips brush ear. “Obsession. Your curves own me.”
Mirror shows us. Messy. Glowing. Alive. Claire’s setup sparked it. Game night flirt to supersonic love. Fucked same night. Shacked next morn. Doubts faded. Nights endless. Now, son Raphael declares like him. Genetics burn true.
Arms wrap tight. Peace settles. Ashes smolder. Ready to reignite.