Steam-Bound Goodbye

She’s barely moved since I fucked her raw on the couch.

One leg draped over the armrest, thighs still slick and red from the way I held her down.
My cum is leaking out of her slowly — a mess between her legs, gleaming in the sunset light.

She looks utterly ruined.
Which is exactly how I want to remember her.

I should leave.
But not yet.
Not while her skin still smells like sweat and surrender.

I rise, grab her hand. My voice is low:

“Shower. Now.”

She stirs, wincing deliciously as she stands. Her thighs press together like she’s trying to hold me inside her.

I lead her to the bathroom.
The air thickens with heat as I turn the water on — scalding, punishing, just the way she likes it when she’s soft and aching.

She steps in, head tilted back, letting the water run over her chest.

I follow.
And the second I close the door behind us, I cage her against the wall.

“You think I’m leaving with this pussy still dripping and untouched?”

She gasps. “I—I didn’t—”

“Shhh. Don’t speak.”

I grab her hips and spin her around.

She presses her palms to the tile as I drop to my knees.
The water streams down her back as I spread her open from behind.

She’s so fucking soaked — not just from the water.
I watch a thick drop of my own cum slide down the inside of her thigh.

“Look at this mess,” I growl. “I gave you all of me and your greedy little cunt still wants more.”

I bury my tongue between her folds without warning.
Lick her slow and deep, from the mess at her hole to the sensitive pulse of her clit.
She moans — high, sharp, buckling against the wall.

“Stay still,” I snap, gripping her ass tight.

I eat her until she’s dripping again, cunt throbbing against my face, hands slamming against the wall like she’s praying for mercy.

I stand.

“Now you’re ready.”

I grab my cock, thick and already twitching from the taste of her, and slide it between her slick folds.

I don’t ease in. I take her.

Hard. Deep. In one brutal thrust that knocks a cry out of her throat.

“That’s it. Let me hear how much you’ll miss this.”

My fingers thread into her hair and yank her head back as I fuck her.
Every stroke slams her hips into the tile, her hands barely holding her up.

The water pours over us, but the sounds of sex still echo — wet, loud, unfiltered.

Her cunt tightens around me with every thrust, like it doesn’t want to let go.
Neither do I.

“You’re gonna walk funny tomorrow,” I whisper. “Gonna smell me all fucking day.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers. “Want it. Want you deep. Want you to stay—”

I growl and slam into her harder.
The slap of my hips against her ass bounces off the walls.

She starts shaking.

“Don’t you cum until I tell you,” I hiss. “I want you on edge when I leave.”

She nods, mouth open, eyes wild.

I reach around, rub her clit fast and filthy, and when she’s right at the edge—

“Now.”

She cums hard — loud, violent, pussy pulsing around my cock as I fuck her through it.

I pound her until I feel myself crest.

Then I slam in deep and cum inside her again, spilling everything into the mess she already is — filling her until it leaks down her thighs, mixing with the water on the floor.

We both go still.

Her forehead rests against the tile.
Her body trembling, used, owned.

I press against her back, kissing her neck gently now.

“That’s how I say goodbye.”

She doesn’t answer.
She just breathes.

Heavy. Slow. Satisfied.

I pull out and watch it drip from her, hot and slick.

Mine.

We wash in silence.
I dry her with a towel, soft for once. Kiss her forehead. She leans into it.

I get dressed. She stays wrapped in the towel, glowing and marked.

At the door, she finally whispers:

“That was… goodbye?”

I smirk.

“For now.”

And then I leave her there — soaked, throbbing, filled with me.

Exactly how she wanted it.