Our clothes were quickly shed, and then we stepped aside into the hot water, behind the steamed-up glass walls. As I stepped under the spray, I pressed my naked breasts against Lucifer's bare chest. He dropped his head, his mouth hot and urgent against my neck, his tongue against my collarbone, and I whimpered when pure need flooded me. I ground against him, relishing the hard length of his c**k pushing against my skin as he rolled his hips. I could feel all of him against me, melting me, turning me molten under his touch. As the water sprayed on us, Lucifer drew his fingertips across my breasts, and my n*****s hardened instantly. His hair looked black while wet, and his gaze burned with darkness and the promise of pleasure to come. His mouth crashed against mine again, his hands in my wet
