The wet, soapy sounds of her stroking mixed with their heavy breathing and soft moans. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was whimpering.
With a deep, guttural groan, Stan ca, pulsing thick ropes into the warm, soapy water while Sophie stroked him through every wave of pleasure, kissing him tenderly the whole ti.
After catching their breath, they drained the tub and stepped into the shower together. Hot water cascaded over them like a private waterfall, steam filling the air.
Sophie pressed her wet body against his, eyes sparkling with fresh desire. "Fuck under the water, Stan. I want to feel it pouring down on us while you’re deep inside ... like we’re under a waterfall."
Stan let out a low, amused groan. "Sophie, you’re such a lewd girl. How did you even co up with stuff like this?"
She smiled innocently, though her hand was already stroking his renewed hardness. "I was just craving you... and I thought this would feel good. Really good."
"You’ve been getting bolder these days," he murmured, voice husky as he backed her against the tiled wall.
"Anything for you, Stan," she breathed, turning around and bracing her hands on the wall. She arched her back, presenting herself to him, water streaming down her flawless skin, tracing every curve of her ass and dripping from her heavy breasts.
The sight was breathtaking, water glistening on her body, her wet hair clinging to her back. Stan gave her ass a firm, appreciative slap that echoed wetly, then gripped her hip with his good hand and lined himself up.
He pushed inside her in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her tight, welcoming heat.
"Ohhh... yes!" Sophie moaned loudly, the sound mixing with the rush of falling water. "You feel so deep like this."
"Fuck, Sophie... so tight and wet," Stan groaned, starting to thrust. The shower made everything louder and slicker, the wet slap of his hips against her ass, the constant patter of water, and their shared moans echoing off the tiles.
He drove into her with deep, rhythmic strokes, water cascading over their joined bodies.
Sophie’s moans grew higher and sweeter with every thrust. "Ahh, Stan! Harder... just like that!"
Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her, water spraying off her nipples. Stan reached around to grope them, pinching her nipples as he fucked her steadily.
PAH! PAH!! PAH!!! PAH!!!!
Stan kept fucking her hard, that she felt like she was going to go crazy with the pleasure flooding her senses.
The sensation was intoxicating, the hot water pouring over them, the slippery heat of her pussy clenching around him, the way her body trembled with pleasure. Stan’s groans were low and primal, mixing beautifully with her cries.
"You’re taking so well, baby," he panted, picking up speed. "So fucking perfect."
PA-PA-PA-PA-PAH!!!!
"I’m close, don’t stop!" she whimpered, pushing back against him.
With a few more powerful thrusts, Sophie cried out in ecstasy, her walls pulsing and squeezing him rhythmically as she ca.
The feeling pushed Stan over the edge. He buried himself deep and groaned loudly, filling her with thick, warm spurts of cum in a long, intense creampie.
They stayed locked together under the falling water, breathing hard, bodies trembling with aftershocks.
Afterward, they rinsed each other lovingly, hands gliding over soap-slick skin with tender affection.
Stan dried Sophie first, patting her skin gently with a fluffy towel, kissing every spot he dried.
She returned the favor, carefully drying his body and pressing soft kisses along his chest and abdon.
They dressed slowly in the bedroom, stealing lingering touches and smiles. Sophie helped him with his shirt again, her fingers lingering on his skin. When they were finally ready, Stan pulled her close for one last deep kiss.
"You’re going to ruin for anyone else," he murmured against her lips.
"Good," she whispered back, smiling. "That’s the plan."
With one final, reluctant kiss at the door, Stan stepped out, carrying the warm mories of their intimate morning with him.
He had planned to hit the gym the day before, but after Sophie insisted he stay the night, that plan had quietly fallen apart. This morning, he’d tried to make up for it with a quick workout before heading to campus, but Sophie had other ideas. She wasn’t taking no for an answer.
No matter how much he insisted he was in a hurry, she stood firm. He was going to eat first, properly, not rushed, and that was final. In the end, Stan gave in, settling across from her at the small table.
Breakfast unfolded slowly, unhurried. Their feet brushed and tangled beneath the table as they ate, talking casually about the day ahead. The closeness from the night before hadn’t faded, it lingered, softer now, ward by daylight and quiet affection.
Sophie made sure his plate was filled with fruit, nudging it toward him with quiet determination. She reminded him, again, that it would help with his healing.
Stan sighed, repeating for what felt like the hundredth ti that the injury to his hand was minor, barely worth ntioning.
Sophie didn’t care.
To her, it was reason enough to fuss over him, to treat him like soone precious.
And despite himself, Stan didn’t push back too hard.
After they ate, Sophie helped him dress, buttoning his shirt and adjusting his collar with careful fingers. She rechecked his bandage one last ti, pressing a gentle kiss to the gauze.
"Promise you’ll rest it today," she said, looking up at him earnestly.
"I promise." He cupped her face with his good hand and kissed her deeply, slow and thorough, pouring the warmth he felt into it. When they finally parted, both were a little breathless.
At the door, Sophie held onto his shirt for a mont longer.
"Last night and this morning was... more than I expected," she admitted softly. "Thank you for being here."
Stan rested his forehead against hers. "Thank you for taking care of . I’ll call you later, okay?"
She nodded, stealing one final kiss before stepping back.
Stan gave her one last lingering look, hair tousled, lips slightly swollen, wearing nothing but that silk robe, and smiled.
"See you soon, Sophie."
He stepped out into the hallway, the door clicking softly behind him. As he walked toward the elevator, the events of the night played warmly in his mind, leaving a quiet, satisfied smile on his face.
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