Jack stared, openly, unashamed, like the sight of her was both impossible and necessary. She felt his hand tremble as he reached for her, and that was the end of standing on ceremony. Rachel stepped into the shower first, water blasting cold before it turned scalding, and Jack followed. The enclosure was barely wide enough for two, but she didn’t care about anything except the way his soapy hands slid over her body.
Rachel washed his hair, not gentle, but slow, watching him tip his head back and close his eyes against the suds and the steam. He looked younger that way, dumbstruck. There was a line of sunburn at the bridge of his nose, a small pink scar on his forehead that she hadn’t noticed until now. She want to map his entire body with her tongue.
They tongue kissed under the water. She bit his lower lip, and Jack’s body shuddered, coming alive. He pressed her tight against the cold tile, his cock growing hard and slick between them, and she let him grind against her belly, knowing just how much it would drive him crazy. She guided his hand between her legs, not shy about it, and watched his face as he discovered how wet she was. The wonder in his expression, the need made her want him more.
He pinched her nipple, a little too rough, and she yelped, but let him do it again. The second time, it sent a hot spark straight through her, and she clenched around his fingers with a noise that wasn’t like her at all. She braced herself against the tile and reached back for him, lined him up, and didn’t wait, just took him in, deep and sudden, the way she’d always liked. It was awkward, legs shaking and water pounding down on her neck, but she could take almost all of him this way, and her body was greedy for it.
Jack’s hands on her hips, and then around her waist, and then both arms cradling her so tight she almost laughed. The rhythm was short, frantic, water-slick, and Rachel let herself be fucked as if nothing else existed, hips slamming into tile and fingers scrabbling for purchase. She got off first, the slap of her ass against tile, almost more than the cock inside her, the way it made her legs shake and her head light. She arched back into him, not thinking about what she looked like, just needing to feel the fullness, the friction, the proof she wasn’t invisible or untouchable anymore. She came clutching the shower handle. He barely lasted another few seconds, his whole body going tense, arms crushing her tight. She could feel the pulse of it and knew they’d be fucking often.
They stayed in the water until the hot ran out, then dried off in the same towel. In the bedroom, she watched him slide under the quilt, hair wet.
She lay beside him, muscles humming. In the stilled air, she heard the faint tick of the kitchen clock. She thought she should say something — explain herself, or apologize for needing him so badly — but instead she reached over and slid her hand over Jack’s cock, marveling at it.
Rachel’s fingertips traced lazy circles up his inner thigh. She watched his face as she wrapped her hand around him, still soft but warming under her touch. His breath caught. His eyelids fluttered. She stroked him with deliberate strokes. Jack’s lips parted slightly as he watched her through half-closed eyes.