"You look incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal, eyes devouring the way the moonlight draped over her.
Sarah lay in bed, enjoying the silky coolness of the sheets against her bare skin. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows along the walls, wrapping the room in warmth and quiet intimacy. She rolled to her side, sinking into the plush pillow, her body relaxed, her thoughts drifting.
The door creaked open, and she heard the familiar patter of damp feet against the hardwood floor. A hint of steam curled into the room from the bathroom as Zach stepped in, his towel slung low around his hips. Water glistened on his skin, trailing down his chest and shoulders in slow rivulets.
Without a word, he let the towel drop, the fabric pooling at his feet. The bed dipped as he slid in beside her. His warmth instantly chased away the lingering chill from the sheets. Sarah shifted, pressing the curve of her back against him, reveling in the contrast of his damp skin against her dry warmth.
Zach exhaled, his breath hot against the back of her neck. His arm draped over her waist, fingers splaying across her stomach in a lazy, possessive gesture. He pulled her closer, and she melted into him, their bodies fitting together effortlessly. The steady rhythm of his breathing filled her ears, and the scent of his soap and lingering heat from the shower surrounded her.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. There was no need. The quiet hum of desire, the simple pleasure of skin against skin, spoke volumes.
Sarah turned in his embrace, her lips finding his in a slow, lingering kiss. The warmth of his breath mingled with the taste of mint from his post-shower routine, sent a shiver down her spine. As their mouths moved together, she felt the unmistakable hardness pressing against the curve of her ass, his body responding to hers with instinctual urgency.
Without a word, she arched her back, tilting her hips to guide him closer. Her fingers wrapped around his length, positioning him at her entrance, her touch sending a tremor through him. Zach groaned softly into her mouth, his control evident as he resisted the urge to thrust. Instead, he deepened their kiss, his tongue sweeping against hers in slow, deliberate strokes as he pressed forward, inch by inch, sinking into her heat.
Her body clenched around him, desperate for more, for the roughness she craved, but Zach’s grip on her hip was unyielding. His fingers dug into her skin, holding her still, dictating the pace. He moved in slow, measured thrusts, teasing her with every deliberate slide. Sarah whimpered into his mouth, her frustration curling into need, his restraint only heightened the pleasure, drawing out the tension between them.
She tried to push back against him, but his grip tightened, a silent command that thrilled her. They moaned together into the kiss, their bodies locked in a slow, agonizing rhythm, the heat between them building with each torturously controlled movement.
Sarah pulled away from the kiss, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants. Before he could react, she pressed her hands to his chest and rolled him onto his back, taking control. His eyes flickered with hunger as she hovered over him, her hair cascading around her shoulders in wild waves.
She kissed him again, slow and deep, as she swung a leg over his hips, straddling him. The heat of his arousal pulsed beneath her, and she didn’t hesitate—she sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him in with ease. A shudder passed through both of them as she adjusted to the fullness, savoring the way he stretched her, completed her.
Sarah arched her back as she sat upright, her hands pressing against his stomach for balance. Moonlight spilled through the half-closed blinds, painting silver bands across her skin, illuminating the gentle curve of her breasts, the sleek sheen of sweat forming between them. Zach watched her, mesmerized, his hands roaming over her body as she began to move.
His hips met hers in steady thrusts, pushing in deeper each time, sending sparks of pleasure through her core. One of his hands slid up her thigh, fingers tracing fire along her skin until he found the aching bundle of nerves at her center. He rolled her clit between his fingers, teasing, applying just enough pressure to make her moan.
Sarah tossed her head back, her lips parted, the pleasure mounting higher with each stroke of his fingers, each slow thrust of his hips. Zach groaned, his free hand smoothing up her stomach, cupping her breast, his thumb grazing over her hardened nipple.
"You look incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal, eyes devouring the way the moonlight draped over her.
She bit her lip, grinding down against him, riding the edge of pleasure, losing herself in the slow, intoxicating rhythm of their bodies moving as one.
Sarah moaned out his name, her voice breathless and raw as the pressure coiled deep in her spine. The pleasure built like a wave, cresting higher with each thrust, her body tightening around him in desperate anticipation.
"Sarah," Zach groaned, his voice thick with need, reverence, and love. His hands gripped her hips, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate, until he pushed deeper than before, burying himself completely. His body tensed beneath her, and then she felt it—the molten pulses of his release, spilling into her with an unbearable heat.
The sensation sent her over the edge. A sharp cry tore from her lips, His name breaking apart on her tongue as pleasure crashed through her, shattering her completely. Her body clenched around him, milking every last pulse from him as she trembled, lost in the white-hot bliss of her climax.
She collapsed onto his chest, both of them panting, their slick bodies tangled together in the aftermath. Zach wrapped his arms around her, pressing soft, lazy kisses into her hair, his heart still hammering beneath her ear.
Still buried inside her, he rolled them onto their sides, refusing to break their connection. His hand smoothed over her back, grounding her in the warmth of his touch. Reaching blindly, he pulled the blanket over them, cocooning them in shared heat and satisfaction.
Sarah sighed contentedly, her breathing slowing, her body heavy with exhaustion and pleasure. Zach pressed a final, lingering kiss to her forehead, and within moments, they drifted into sleep—still joined, still connected, lost in each other, even in their dreams.
Morning light filtered through the curtains as Sarah stirred, stretching lazily beneath the sheets. The warmth beside her was gone, but the faint sound of water running in the bathroom told her exactly where Zach had gone. Smiling to herself, she slid out of bed and padded toward the shower, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of last night.
Steam curled around her as she stepped inside, finding Zach under the spray, his head tilted back, eyes closed as water cascaded over his broad shoulders. The moment she joined him, he opened his eyes, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face.
"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, reaching for her.
She pressed against him, the warmth of his skin and the slick heat of the water making every inch of contact feel impossibly good. His arms circled her waist, holding her close as the water poured over them, washing away the last traces of sleep.
"Turn around," he said softly.
Sarah obeyed, closing her eyes as his fingers wove into her hair. He worked the shampoo into her scalp with slow, soothing motions, massaging gently, his touch both tender and possessive. She hummed in pleasure, leaning into his hands, savoring the intimacy of such a simple act.
"You always smell so good," he murmured, his fingers threading through her hair, rinsing the lather away.
She smiled, letting herself melt into the moment. When he moved lower, gliding a slicked-up palm down her back, she sighed in contentment. His hands traced her spine, massaging her shoulders before smoothing lower, spreading soap over her curves with a reverence that sent shivers through her despite the warmth.
When he finished, she turned in his arms, taking the soap from him with a playful smirk.
"My turn."
He let out a breathy chuckle but stood still, watching her as she lathered her hands. She smoothed them over his chest, her palms gliding over firm muscles, feeling his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. He let out a low, satisfied sigh as she worked the soap into his skin, tracing the ridges of his abs, and the planes of his torso, before sliding around to his back.
Her hands were gentle but thorough, kneading the tension from his shoulders, smoothing over his spine, memorizing the feel of him beneath her touch. He shuddered when her fingers grazed down lower, teasing at the dip just above his hips before working their way back up.
"You’re enjoying this," he murmured, voice husky.
She looked up at him through wet lashes, smiling. "I love touching you."
He exhaled deeply, his hands finding her waist again, pulling her in until their slick bodies pressed together. The water continued to pour over them, washing away the suds but leaving behind something deeper—an unspoken understanding, a shared intimacy that went beyond words.
They stood there for a moment, foreheads touching, the warm spray surrounding them in a cocoon of quiet closeness.
"Best way to wake up," Zach murmured, brushing his lips over hers.
Sarah hummed in agreement, wrapping her arms around him, already knowing neither of them would be leaving the shower anytime soon.
Sarah smiled against Zach’s lips before pulling away, her eyes dark with intent. Without a word, she let her hands glide down his chest, over his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed under her touch. She trailed her fingers lower, watching as understanding flickered in his gaze, followed quickly by anticipation.
She sank to her knees before him, the warm spray of water cascading over her back as she looked up at him through wet lashes. His breath hitched, and he braced a hand against the tiled wall, his other hand instinctively threading into her damp hair.
Sarah took her time, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his hips, savoring the way his breath grew heavier, the way his fingers curled just slightly in her hair. When she finally took him in her hand, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements, a low groan escaped his lips.
"Sarah..." he murmured, his voice already rough with pleasure.
She loved that sound—loved knowing she was the one drawing it from him. Her lips followed the path of her hand, kissing the length of him before finally taking him into her mouth.
Zach let out a sharp breath, his body stiffening as he fought the urge to thrust deeper. His head fell back against the tiled wall, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat as her tongue worked over him, warm and wet and unbearably good.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper, her fingers teasing along his base as she set a slow, torturous rhythm. His grip on her hair tightened, not to control but to ground himself as she took him further, her tongue swirling, her lips tightening just enough to make him curse under his breath.
"God, that feels—" His words cut off with a strangled groan as she moaned softly around him, the vibration making his legs tremble.
Sarah reveled in the sounds he made, in the way his breathing grew uneven, in the way he whispered her name between gasps. She could feel the tension in his body, the barely restrained need to move, to take control—but he let her lead, let her pleasure him at her own pace.
She glanced up at him, her gaze smoldering, taking in the way his jaw was clenched, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his abs flexing with every shaky breath. She loved him like this—completely undone, lost in the pleasure she was giving him.
When she flicked her tongue just beneath the sensitive ridge of his tip, his whole body jerked, a deep, guttural groan breaking from his lips.
"Sarah," he gasped, voice strained, "if you keep that up, I—"
She smirked around him, loving the desperation in his voice, but before he could lose himself entirely, his hands slid beneath her arms, urging her up. She let him pull her to her feet, and before she could catch her breath, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his hands gripping her wet skin, his body pressing hard against hers.
"Turn around," he rasped against her lips, his need unmistakable.
A shiver ran through her, excitement pooling low in her belly as she obeyed, bracing herself against the tiled wall. She barely had a moment to steady herself before she felt his hands on her hips, his breath hot against her neck.
"Now," he murmured, voice dark with promise, "let me take care of you."
Sarah shivered as Zach’s hands traced down her sides, his grip firm yet reverent. His lips brushed over her collarbone, trailing lower as he slowly descended to his knees before her. The sight of him looking up at her, water cascading over his broad shoulders, made her stomach tighten with anticipation.
"You’re incredible," he murmured, his voice husky, worshipful. His hands smoothed along her thighs, parting them gently. "So beautiful… so perfect."
She gasped as his lips pressed soft, teasing kisses to her inner thighs, the heat of his breath sending shivers through her. He took his time, savoring the moment, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. When he finally leaned in and flicked his tongue against her clit, a sharp cry escaped her lips, her hands flying to his wet hair for balance.
"That's it," he whispered between slow, deliberate licks. "Let me make you feel good."
His mouth was relentless, his tongue moving in slow, agonizing circles, alternating between flicks and deep, indulgent strokes. He sucked gently at her swollen bud, making her moan and tremble, her hips instinctively rolling toward him.
"God, Zach," she whimpered, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He groaned against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he lost himself in her taste, his tongue exploring every inch of her.
"You taste so sweet," he murmured before diving back in, his lips sealing around her sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking just hard enough to make her knees go weak.
Her breathing grew ragged, the pleasure mounting too fast, too intense. She felt the coil in her belly tighten, the heat spreading through her limbs, making her body tense as she teetered on the edge.
"I'm so close," she panted, her thighs quivering.
But just as she was about to fall over that blissful edge, Zach pulled away, leaving her gasping, and aching. A frustrated whimper escaped her lips, but he only chuckled, the sound low and full of promise.
"Not yet," he murmured, trailing slow, reverent kisses up her stomach. "I want to feel you come against me."
His lips moved higher, over the swell of her breasts, up the damp column of her throat, until he finally reached her lips. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue, letting her feel the hunger still thrumming through him.
She whimpered into his mouth, her body still pulsing with desperate need. He swallowed the sound, pressing her back against the shower wall, his hands roaming, teasing.
"Now," he whispered against her lips, his breath hot and heavy. "I need to be inside you."
Sarah barely had time to catch her breath before Zach’s hands slid down to her thighs, gripping her firmly. With effortless strength, he lifted one of her legs, hooking it around his waist as he pressed against her, his arousal hot and hard against her slick entrance.
Their eyes met, desire and love swirling between them, unspoken but deeply felt. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her in one smooth motion. A gasp left her lips, her body arching into him as he stretched her, and claimed her.
"God, Sarah," he groaned, his forehead falling to hers. "You feel… perfect."
She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his wet skin as he started to move. Slow at first, savoring every inch of her, then faster, deeper, as their need overtook them. The warm water cascaded over their tangled bodies, making every glide, every connection, impossibly slick and smooth.
Their breaths turned ragged, mixing with the soft sounds of skin against skin, the quiet gasps and moans that filled the steamy shower. His grip on her thigh tightened as he angled his thrusts just right, hitting the spot that sent fire racing through her veins.
"Zach—" she cried out, her head falling back against the cool tile.
"I've got you," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers between thrusts, his voice thick with restraint. "Come for me, baby."
His words sent her spiraling. The pleasure crested like a wave crashing over her, stealing her breath as she shattered around him. Her entire body clenched, her cries muffled as his mouth caught hers in a deep, desperate kiss.
Her climax was so intense, so all-consuming, that it pulled him over the edge with her. With a strangled groan, he thrust deep one last time, his body stiffening as he came, his release mingling with hers. He buried his face in her neck, panting, holding her close as they rode out the aftershocks together.
For a long moment, they stayed like that—pressed against each other, their bodies still locked in intimate connection, their hearts pounding in unison. Slowly, Zach lifted his head, his forehead resting against hers as he gazed into her eyes.
They shared a soft, lingering kiss, one that spoke of love and tenderness rather than urgency.
With a lazy smile, Zach finally pulled back and reached for the soap. "I think we need to start over," he murmured, voice laced with amusement.
Sarah laughed breathlessly, her body still tingling. "Yeah… I think we got a little distracted."
He grinned and turned her around, his hands smoothing over her back, lathering the soap over her skin with slow, reverent strokes. She returned the favor, washing his chest, savoring the closeness, the way they lingered in each other’s touch.
By the time they stepped out of the shower, their bodies were clean, but the memory of their passion clung to them like a second skin.
The morning air carried the scent of fresh coffee and buttered toast as Sarah moved around the kitchen, still flushed from the shower. She wore one of Zach’s button-down shirts, the fabric barely skimming the tops of her thighs, while he stood at the counter in sweatpants, his bare chest still damp from their shared rinse.
Their two kids—Ethan and Lily—sat at the breakfast table, stuffing down cereal as they rushed to get ready for school.
"Mom, I need my lunch money," Ethan mumbled through a mouthful of food.
"Backpack’s by the door," Sarah reminded him, sipping her coffee.
Lily, already standing, slung her bag over her shoulder. "Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!"
Ethan followed suit, shoving his feet into his sneakers. "Later!"
Zach ruffled their son’s hair as he passed. "Be good, both of you."
The door shut behind them, and just like that, the house fell silent.
Sarah barely had time to savor the quiet before she felt Zach’s eyes on her. When she turned, he was leaning against the counter, his gaze slow and deliberate as it raked over her bare legs, the way his shirt draped over her curves, the slight flush still lingering on her skin.
Heat pooled in her stomach at the look he was giving her—lazy, hungry, utterly possessive.
"Zach," she warned, though her voice betrayed her, already breathless.
He didn’t say a word. Just took a slow step forward, then another.
Her pulse quickened. Biting her lip, she hopped up onto the kitchen counter, her bare thighs parting instinctively as she propped herself up.
His eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "That’s my girl."
In an instant, he was between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he pulled her forward. Her breath hitched as his fingers dug into her skin, his body pressing against hers, heat radiating through the thin layer of fabric between them.
"You’re insatiable," she whispered, her hands splaying across his chest.
He chuckled, dipping his head to kiss just below her ear. "You started it."
She shivered as his lips trailed lower, nipping at her collarbone, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of the shirt she wore—his shirt.
The coffee on the counter was forgotten. Breakfast abandoned.
Sarah gasped as Zach’s hands slid beneath the fabric of his shirt, his fingers tracing the heat of her bare skin. He lifted the material just enough to expose her thighs, his palms gripping them possessively. She was already sore, her body still thrumming from their earlier encounters, but the way he touched her, the way his lips dragged along her neck, made her want him all over again.
"You’re already so sensitive," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. "But you still want me, don’t you?"
She whimpered, her legs tightening around his hips in silent answer.
He groaned, rocking against her, the friction making her shudder. "I love how greedy you are for me," he whispered, his fingers finding her already slick entrance. "Even when you’ve had too much… you still open up for me."
Sarah moaned as he slid two fingers inside her, teasing her overstimulated body. Her muscles clenched around the intrusion, and she arched against him, a mix of pleasure and aching need making her tremble.
"Zach—"
"Shh," he hushed her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as he lined himself up, replacing his fingers with the thick length of him. The first push made her gasp, her body stretching to take him, her nerves still raw and tingling.
The sensation was almost too much—but God, she needed it.
Zach groaned as he sank into her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her still as he buried himself to the hilt. "So tight," he gritted out, his forehead pressing to hers. "You feel so damn good."
She whimpered, her body clinging to his, the fullness nearly overwhelming. "I can feel everything," she whispered, nails biting into his shoulders.
His hands moved to cup her face, his thumb stroking her cheek as he pulled back and thrust into her again, slow and deep, making her entire body shudder. "Look at me," he murmured, his breath warm against her lips.
Sarah forced her heavy-lidded eyes open, meeting his gaze. His expression was raw, filled with so much love it made her heart clench.
"I love you," he breathed, punctuating the words with another slow thrust that sent heat spiraling through her.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him into a kiss as she whispered against his lips, "I love you too."
He picked up the pace, each roll of his hips sending sparks of pleasure through her, layering over the overstimulation until she was teetering on the edge of something devastatingly intense.
Her thighs clenched around him as the pressure coiled deep inside her, her body caught between too much and not enough. "Zach, I—"
"I know, baby," he hushed her, his grip tightening as his rhythm grew erratic. "Come with me."
With one final thrust, the tension snapped, pleasure crashing through her like a tidal wave. Her body clenched around him, her cries swallowed by his kiss as she shattered. The pulsing heat of her climax dragged him over the edge with her, his groan vibrating against her lips as he spilled into her, his body shaking with the force of his release.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still locked together, chests heaving, hearts pounding. Zach’s hands smoothed over her back, grounding her as aftershocks rippled through them both.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, whispering against them, "I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you."
Sarah smiled, breathless, her forehead resting against his. "Good," she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his skin. "Because I’m never letting you go."
He chuckled, pulling her close as he nuzzled against her. "Then we’re right where we belong."
Wrapped in each other, spent and utterly satisfied, they stayed there, savoring the warmth, the love, and the undeniable pull that would always draw them back to each other.
Just as Sarah and Zach were catching their breath, still tangled together, the sound of the front door swinging open made them freeze.
"Hey, I forgot my—"
Ethan’s voice cut off abruptly.
Sarah and Zach turned their heads in slow horror to see their son standing in the doorway, backpack half off his shoulder, eyes wide for half a second before he groaned and immediately slapped a hand over his face.
"Oh my God, you guys. Seriously?"
Sarah squeaked, her entire body going up in flames as she shoved her forehead into Zach’s shoulder. Zach, to his credit, had the nerve to smirk even as he subtly adjusted his stance, shielding Sarah as much as possible.
Ethan peeked between his fingers, sighed dramatically, and muttered, "I came back for my bag, not emotional trauma."
Zach chuckled, clearing his throat. "Uh—yeah. It was… a very affectionate hug?"
Ethan groaned again, shaking his head as he grabbed his bag off the chair. "Right. Sure. A hug. Let’s go with that."
Then, as he slung his backpack on, he gave them both a slow, knowing look. "Sooo, am I getting a new sibling in nine months, or…?"
Sarah made a strangled noise and threw a dish towel at him. "OUT."
Ethan dodged effortlessly, laughing as he backed toward the door. "Love you guys, but please—for the sake of my sanity—get a lock or something!"
The door shut behind him, leaving behind an utterly mortified silence.
Sarah groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I am never looking him in the eye again."
Zach just burst out laughing, pulling her back into his arms. "Come on, babe. At least now we don’t have to have the birds and the bees talk."
Sarah smacked his chest, but even through her embarrassment, she couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up. "So not funny."
Zach grinned, kissing her temple. "Kind of funny."