She stands under the warm spray of water from the shower. The grit and grime from a long bike ride swirling down the drain. Her hand slides through her hair, getting the last of the conditioner out. She doesn't hear the door open. She doesn't notice the shower curtain parting. Or the man slipping in silently.
Her body shudders as large hands wrap around her waist. A mischievous grin crosses her lips. The hands glide forward to caress her abdomen. "I just got done working out. Maybe I'm tired?"
The man snorts. He whispers in her ear. "Liar! I know how wet you get riding you bike. Try again."
She lets him pull her body against his. Tall and lean, powerful, yet tender, she molds her body into him. Swaying slightly, she grinds against him. His cock, enjoying the attention, starts to awaken from its slumber.
"I should really go do the laundry or we won't have any clean clothes left." She reaches behind her, sliding her hands along his hips.
"Laundry's done."
She glances behind her. Piercing mahogany eyes gleam back at her mischievously. She could get lost in those eyes. "I have to feed the dog."
A deep chuckle. She feels his chest move with delight. "We don't have a dog."
