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I put one hand flat on the tiles and let her.
She took me into her mouth slowly, warm and wet, the shower drumming on her shoulders and running down her back. Her lips stretched round me. She looked up through her wet lashes and took me deeper, one hand wrapped around the base, the other cupping my balls.
“Jesus, Priya.”
She hummed around me and I nearly lost it right there. She found a rhythm, slow and steady, then faster, her tongue swirling under the head every time she pulled back. Steam everywhere. Water in my eyes. My hand found her wet hair and rested there, not pushing, just holding on.
“I’m close,” I warned her.
She didn’t stop. She sucked harder, and I came with a groan that echoed off the tiles, and she swallowed every drop and kept her mouth on me until I was shaking.
Then she stood up, kissed me on the mouth and grinned.
“Right,” she said. “That’s my holiday story sorted.”
I reached for her. She caught my wrist and laughed, gently.
“Tomorrow,” she said. “I’m knackered. Rosie’s had me in a spa all day.”
We slept in the same bed, her back against my chest. When I woke at seven she was already gone, off on an early train with Rosie. On the mirror, written in the steam, was a heart.
No number. Just a heart.
Ending 5 of 16: Steam. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.