Another restless night.
She sits up, shaking her head in disbelief at the late hour. Her feet slide to the cold floor.
The whisper of her skin on the stone echoes in the dark room as she moves toward the bathroom. Candles come alight as the thick door opens.
She turns on the tap to the showers, experimenting until the water is searing hot. She allows the room to fill with steam.
The door to the bathroom closes before she becomes aware there's already someone in there.
The intruder pauses, letting the silence seep in, before walking up behind her. Confident hands glide down her hips and push her onto the glass of the shower. She gasps, the sound lost in the sound of the water beating the drain.
His efficient digits tease the underside of her breasts before swiftly stripping her of her bra. Her exposed nipples perk, her skin is washed in goose pimples. His breath is simmering on her neck, ensued by delicate kisses. She moans.
Already he is palming her stomach, sweeping his splayed hands down her body. She rolls her neck back in acquiescence. She can feel his girth pressing on her.
She leads his hand to where she needs it most, her bud twitching in tension. He obliges, pressing his fingers onto her bud and exploring her nether regions. Her shaking body is all he needs to tell him how to do his job. She shudders and pants, bucking against his movements. He uses one arm to hold her where she stands and the other to yank both of their delicates off.
She stand still as she feels him align his prick to her entrance. She glides over him for a moment, slick in anticipation. He gently pushes her forward until he can ram her at the ideal angle.
He slams into her, coercing cries of delight from both of them. She moves her hands above her head to keep herself steady from his powerful thrusts.
Her tightness consumes him. He can feel every flutter, every tremble of her walls. Groaning, he slides out slowly and every inch is as delicious as the last. Her eyes roll back in her head as his tip glides over that sweet spot.
And the ritual continues. He pumps in and out of her, slowly and precisely. Each plunge drives her closer and closer to some horizon she's never experienced before. Their breaths quicken. Another thrust and she is screaming, clutching for some kind of sanity as pleasure envelops her. Juices are spilling from her and she doesn't know whose they are. They gasp in unison for some moments before regaining composure.
She turns to see the face of her intruder, but the door is already closing with him on the other side. A flash of green satin is seen before it clicks shut.
Her shower is lukewarm now, but she is in there for a short time anyway. Her wet hair hits the pillow and she falls asleep, content.