The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the bathroom. The scent of vanilla and sandalwood hung heavy in the air, a heady mixture that promised a night of passion. Louis stood under the stream of water, her eyes closed, the warmth of the shower cascading down her curves. She had spent the better part of the afternoon preparing, setting the stage for what she hoped would be an unforgettable evening with Mark.
The sound of the front door opening echoed through the house, followed by the familiar clatter of keys being dropped onto the side table.
Louis’s heart leapt in her chest, her anticipation peaking. She knew it was Mark, her husband, returning home from work. She had been waiting for this moment all day, her body already humming with desire.
Mark walked into the bathroom, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw Louis standing under the shower, the steam fogging up the glass doors. He could see her silhouette, her curves accentuated by the water streaming down her body. He swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his pants.
“Hey, babe,” he said, his voice hoarse with sudden lust.
“What’s all this?”
Louis smiled, pushing the shower door open, inviting him in. “Surprise,” she purred, stepping aside to reveal her naked body, glistening with water and soap suds.
Mark’s eyes widened, taking in her form. “Fuck, Louis ,” he muttered, quickly shedding his clothes, his cock springing free, already rock-hard.
She laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Eager, aren’t we?” she teased, reaching out to stroke his length.
He groaned, leaning into her touch.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” he admitted, his voice ragged with desire. Louis smirked, her hand pumping his shaft, feeling it grow even harder in her grip. “Oh, I think I have an idea,” she replied, her voice laced with mischief. She released him, turning around and bending over, her hands braced against the wall of the shower. “How about you show me just how much?” she challenged, looking at him over her shoulder.
Mark’s eyes darkened, his gaze locked onto her ass, the water cascading down her curves.
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grab a cheek, squeezing it roughly. “You want me to fuck you hard, Louis ?” he growled, his voice laced with dominance.
She moaned, pushing back against his hand, eager for more. “Yes,” she hissed. “I want you to fuck me hard, Mark. I want to feel you pounding into me, making me scream.”
He groaned, his cock throbbing at her words. He lined himself up with her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick folds. She was soaking wet, her pussy greedy for him.
Mark could feel her heat, her desire, as he teased her entrance. He knew she was close, her breath coming in short gasps, her fingers clawing at the tiles.
“Please, Mark,” she whimpered, her voice laced with desperation.
He smirked, loving the power he had over her. “What do you need, Louis ?” he taunted, his voice low and gravelly.
“Say it, Louis . I want to hear you beg for it.”
She whimpered, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She knew how much he loved to hear her beg, to know that he had her completely at his mercy. “Please” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water cascading down around them. “Please, Mark. I need you inside me. Fuck me hard.”
Her words were his undoing.
With a growl, he slammed into her, filling her completely in one hard thrust. She cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles, her body trembling with pleasure. He didn’t give her time to adjust to his size, instead, he pulled out and thrust into her again and again, each stroke harder and faster than the one before.
“Oh god, yes,” Louis moaned, pushing back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, all thoughts consumed by the sensation of him inside her.
His balls slapped against her clit with each brutal thrust, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” Mark taunted, his voice rough with lust. “You like me fucking you hard and dirty.”
Louis couldn’t form the words to answer him, couldn’t even acknowledge his question as the words themselves would have been a jumbled mess. Instead, she moaned in response, urging him on as he continued to pound into her.
He shifted his grip, wrapping one arm around her waist and sliding his other hand up to grasp her breast. He squeezed it firmly, kneading and teasing the nipple between his fingers.
Louis threw her head back, crying out as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy clenched around him, making Mark groan with satisfaction. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Come all over my cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned, digging her nails into the tiles. “Don’t stop.
Don’t you dare stopping fucking me,” Louis begged, her hips snaking back to meet Mark’s every thrust.
Mark chuckled, feeling the walls of Louis’s cunt milking his cock, dragging him closer to the point of no return. He had never felt this level of connection with anyone before, and the thought of claiming her marked him, fueling his primal instincts.
Louis’s hands reached up to grab onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his muscle as she let out a guttural moan, matching Mark’s rhythm. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, the firm peak making him groan brought him even closer to exploding.
Louis slipped a hand between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his base and began pumping the length of his cock in time with his stroke. The friction combined with her expert touch sent him spiraling into a stratosphere of overwhelming pleasure.
His grip on her hips tightened, his groans becoming primal grunts as he slammed into her.
“You’re gonna make me cum, Louis ,” he panted, his balls tightening in preparation for release.
Encouraged, Louis pumped faster, working him to the edge. Losing himself in the moment, Mark let go of his restraint and drove into her one last time before his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, making every cell in his body sing with ecstatic pleasure.
He thrust uncontrollably, the grip of her pussy tugging his orgasm out of him, pulse after shattering pulse.
“Oh, fuck,” he panted as every muscle in his body spasmed with the raw force of his climax.
His release pushed Louis over the edge too. With a shudder, she crashed over the peak and into oblivion, her cries of pleasure rising above the sound of the shower hitting their overheated bodies. Her internal muscles clenched, milking Mark for everything he had to give her, leaving him completely drained.
The tension in his limbs gave way as he let out a final groan, collapsing on top of her, his heart beating wildly against her back.
Louis’s breath came in ragged gasps as she basked in the afterglow of their shared climax, arms entwined with Mark’s as they both rode the wave of their combined pleasure, the candles flickering around them like stars in the night sky.
Minutes passed, and they slowly disconnected, limbs and eyes heavy with contentment, as they lay spooned together in the warm shower.
Mark, fully spent, pulled Louis against him, savoring the feel of her soft curves pressed against his chest, their sweaty limbs sticking together.
“Fuck, Louis . I needed that,” Mark murmured, running his fingers through her damp hair and kissing the back of her neck.
Louis smiled and giggled, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. “So did I,” she replied, wiggling her butt against him in a playful gesture.
Mark’s fingers trailed down her arm, tracing the line of her MP chest tattoo.
“That was incredible, Louis ,” he breathed, his voice low and husky. His eyes held a glint of mischief, even as his body twitched with the memory of the intense orgasm that had shaken him moments ago.
Louis chuckled, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “You think?” she teased. “I guess we’ll find out if my magic powers have worn off anytime soon.”
Mark groaned, a smile pulling at his full lips.