Mist covered the glass I had been staring at, but I couldn't quite care. Gray was still behind me, his lips gently kissing down my neck and my now exposed shoulders, my lips parting. I reached my hand backwards to grab a handful of his silky wet hair, my other hand coming up across my chest, and resting right at the very edge of my neckline.
"What do you want?" He whispered, his breaths hot. His voice deep and husky. "Tell me what you want to feel."
I sighed, slowly turning to him, my heart pounding hard in my chest. "I want to feel everything," I said, my voice hardly sounding like mine. "I want to feel everything you can make me feel."
He nodded, his hand gently running across my back, his fingers playing around with the edge of my zipper. "We have waited long enough, haven't we?"
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