Chapter Four: Bedroom Blaze
The kitchen rug still bore the imprint of their bodies as Mara pulled herself upright, her auburn hair a wild tangle, her fair, freckled skin flushed from their encounter. Theo sat up beside her, his 6'1" frame glistening with sweat, dark curls clinging to his forehead, green eyes soft but flickering with lingering heat. At 38, she felt the weight of what they'd done, guilt gnawing at her edges, but his hand brushing her thigh reignited the fire she couldn't quench. They were bare, his jeans and her sundress discarded beside the counter, their clothes a silent testament to their abandon.
"Come with me," she said, voice low, a decision made before she could second-guess it. She stood, naked and vulnerable, her slender and petite frame with gentle curves--full breasts, delicate waist, toned legs--gleaming in the dim light. His warm cum seeped slowly from her wet pussy, a lingering trace of their earlier passion on the rug. She reached for his hand, and he took it, rising with that quiet steadiness, his lean, muscular build towering over her. Without a word, she led him upstairs, their bare feet silent on the creaky wooden steps, the empty house--Lily still at her sleepover--holding its breath as they moved to her bedroom.
The bathroom glowed faintly under a single bulb, the air cool against their heated skin. She turned on the shower, steam curling into the space as she stepped in, water cascading over her freckled shoulders, darkening her auburn waves. Theo followed, his sun-kissed skin catching the light, his naked form--broad shoulders, taut abs--joining her in the tight space. Their bodies brushed, slick and warm, as the water sluiced between them.
He reached for the soap, lathering it in his strong hands, and began washing her--slow, tender strokes over her arms, down her back, kneading the tension from her shoulders. She sighed, leaning into him, her hesitation dissolving. His hands slid to her hips, massaging her gentle curves, then lower, cupping her ass with a gentle squeeze. His fingers traced the crevice between her ass cheeks, probing lightly, a teasing pressure that made her breath hitch, her body arching instinctively. She turned to him, taking the soap, her hands trembling slightly as she lathered them and reached for his cock--hard even after their earlier release. She cleaned him with care, her fingers sliding along his thick length, suds glistening as she worked the shaft, then lower, cupping his balls, massaging gently, feeling their weight in her palms. He groaned softly, his green eyes darkening with appreciation, his hips shifting under her touch.
She handed him the soap, and he knelt slightly, his hands moving to her pussy--fully clean-shaven, the smooth skin a stark contrast to the heat of their earlier passion. He lathered her with reverence, fingers gliding over her mound, massaging the tender flesh with slow, circular motions, parting her lips to rinse away the last traces of their kitchen encounter. "So soft," he murmured, his voice husky, his eyes lingering on her slender frame with a quiet reverence as his touch both cleansed and aroused, her breath quickening. He stood, cupping her ass again, his fingers dipping once more into the crevice, a light, exploratory probe that sent a shiver up her spine. She shampooed his dark curls in return, her hands gliding through the wet strands, down his chest, feeling the strength football had etched into him. Their lips met under the spray, a soft, lingering kiss, steam wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.
