Teasing her rosebud

Without hesitation, they made a beeline for the shower, shedding their clothes along the way.

Syrla's gown pooled on the floor like spilled ink, and Alex tossed his shirt and pants onto the bed, leaving them both bare as they stepped into the tiled enclosure.

Once inside, Syrla wasted no time.

She pressed herself against him, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss.

Her hands roamed his chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle still taut from their earlier play.

Alex returned the kiss for a moment, his lips firm against hers, tasting the salt of her skin.

Then he pulled back, breaking the contact with a soft chuckle, his breath warm against her cheek.

Syrla reached around him, her arm brushing his side as she twisted the shower knob.

A rush of water cascaded from the showerhead, cool at first, then warming as it doused them both.