Chapter 28 Forbidden Relationships - Chapter 5
The steam had already begun to fog the mirrors when Marina adjusted the water temperature. Dinner had concluded less than twenty minutes prior, a meal where her bare feet had explored Ricardo's shin under the table, where each bite seemed laden with unspoken promises. Now, with the house silent and her mother visiting an aunt in another city, Marina was plotting her next move.
She left the bathroom door cracked open, just enough for the sound of the water to be heard in the hallway. She undressed with deliberately slow movements, imagining that maybe he was on the other side, listening, envisioning. The fogged mirror reflected fragments of her body, the curve of a hip, the arch of a breast, before the steam completely obscured her image.
She stepped into the shower and let the water cascade over her body, aware that the frosted glass would transform her silhouette into a tempting shadow for any onlooker. She washed her hair with exaggerated movements, arching her back to accentuate her breasts.
That's when she heard the bathroom door creak.
"Marina?"
Ricardo's voice carried a note of tension. Marina couldn't help but smile to herself, knowing that he must have spotted her bag in the hallway - an unmistakable sign of her presence.
"What?" she responded, feigning surprise with her tone.
"I need my toothbrush."
"Oh, it's in the drawer," she replied. But instead of waiting for him to retrieve it, she cracked open the shower door just enough to reveal her drenched figure. "Go ahead, grab it."
The shock registered on his face was almost laughable. Ricardo froze, his dark eyes roving over every inch of her damp body before he forced himself to drop his gaze to the floor.
"Marina, shut that."
"Why?" she challenged, opening the door a bit wider. "Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?"
The tension in the room was palpable. Ricardo took a deep breath, his fists clenching and relaxing. Marina saw the exact moment his resistance broke.
In two steps, he was in the shower, still fully dressed, the water drenching his white shirt until it clung transparently to his torso.
"You just don't quit, do you?" he growled, pressing her against the cold shower wall.
Marina smiled, feeling his firm body pressing against her back. "Not when I know you want it as much as I do."
The water cascaded over them, turning his clothes into a second skin that showcased every tense muscle. Marina reached back and found the rigid bulge in his pants.
"Look at what you've done," she whispered, her hand gently stroking him.
Ricardo pinned her wrist against the wall, leaning in to nip at her neck. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."
With her free hand, Marina guided his fingers to her own body, revealing how aroused she was - and it wasn't solely due to the shower water.
"Prove it."
The groan that emerged from his throat was nearly primal. In one smooth move, Ricardo dropped to his knees on the shower floor, his strong hands parting her thighs before his tongue found her core.
Marina cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as the water washed over them both. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue tracing slow circles before darting quickly, his fingers plunging into her at a rhythm that made her see stars.
"Just like that... just like that," she moaned, her hips grinding against his face.
Ricardo looked up, his eyes locking with hers as he sucked her clit with a pressure that made her legs tremble. Marina felt an orgasm approaching like a runaway train – until he abruptly stopped.
"Not so fast," he whispered, rising to kiss her while his own fingers continued the work.
The water cascaded down their entwined faces, making the kiss wetter, more primal. Marina could taste herself on his lips, and the thought excited her even more.
"I need you inside me," she pleaded, her hands hastily unbuckling his belt.
Ricardo responded by spinning her against the wall once more. "Then take it."
Marina led him inside with a moan that reverberated throughout the bathroom. The warmth of the water, the steam, his body pressed against hers – it all merged into a sensation that left her feeling intoxicated.
"Harder," she demanded, and Ricardo complied, his hands gripping her hips with a force that was sure to leave marks.
The sound of skin smacking against skin blended with the persistent noise of the shower water, muted and almost complicit. Marina's moans echoed, dampened by the moist tile walls, intermingling with the raspy curses that Ricardo whispered into her ear, his voice deep, filled with lust and adoration. He moved within her with raw, intense precision, as if each thrust was a part of a silent dialogue between their bodies.
Marina could feel another orgasm building deep within her, stronger than the last one, surging rapidly, setting her legs, chest, and throat on fire. She clung to Ricardo's wet shoulders, her fingers lightly digging into his skin, feeling each muscle fiber tense and release under her touch.
That's when the bathroom light flickered — a brief fluctuation, but enough to momentarily break the trance.
"The water..." Ricardo was the first to notice. The temperature fell almost instantly, and the hot steam began to dissipate into the air.
"The shower's turning cold," he murmured, his movements unceasing, refusing to let the moment interrupt the tension between them.
Marina laughed, her entire body quivering with pleasure, her muscles humming in anticipation.
"I think we've exhausted all the hot water," she said, her voice shaky, attempting to sound nonchalant but failing when he plunged back into her with a delightful force.
She felt her body fold against his, her knees threatening to buckle.