Heather crossed the main room and peeked around the corner… this bedroom was much larger than the other one, with a mirrored wall facing the bed.  It looked so soft and inviting, and the crick in her neck reminded her of airline seats and lack of sleep.  Castor was in the bathroom.  She could barely see his reflection in one of the mirrors, taking off his pants and turning on a shower.  The sound of running water soothed her, but the imagery did nothing to cool her down.  Instinctively, she crept into the bathroom.  He was behind the glass door… fresh, soapy steam permeated the air.  His naked body was not a mystery to her before, but now that she couldn’t see him, she found herself craving the raw pleasures of water on flesh and running her hands through wet hair.

            She slipped off her clothes and shoes, almost forgetting to remove her bracelet as well, and stood in front of the shower door.  He wasn’t making any noise, but she could see him washing his chest and arms.  The latch clicked softly, and as she stepped inside the shower she realized his back was turned to her.  The tile felt warm and smooth under her feet, and for a moment she was afraid she would startle him.  Maybe she was making a mistake by stepping in on him like this… but she didn’t care.  Tentatively, she reached out and touched his forearm.  He jumped in surprise at her touch.

            “Oh… well… you just can’t stay away from me, can you?”, he teased her.  Heather smiled but said nothing.  Pressing herself against him, she gasped at the delicious feeling of flesh against flesh, as the water poured over them.  Each droplet was a tiny spark against their skin, setting them on fire, and as he leaned back against the wall and nuzzled her neck she entwined her legs with his.  His hands reached around to cup her buttocks, and she was already feeling him growing stiff and hot against her belly.  Their mouths and tongues found each other, pulsing and searching for more and more, feeding off each other.  She stroked the damp hair clinging to his forehead, pushing it off his face and gazing deeply into his eyes as she grasped his cock gently with her other hand.

            “Castor…”, she whispered, and stifled a giggle when she saw the boyish smile on his face.  Kneeling in front of him, she began licking his shaft gently and slowly, starting at the tip and working her way down to the base.  With every flick and stroke of her tongue, she gently massaged his balls and reveled in the delight of feeling his whole body slowly relax under her touch.  She was rushed the first time… now she was going to do it right.  The water heightened his senses, making every inch of him come alive, and rhythmically thrust his cock closer to her face, gritting his teeth as he began to lose control.

            “Oh… damn, that’s good… suck it… wrap your pretty lips around it for me…”, he pleaded, gently caressing her face with both hands.  His words excited her beyond belief, and in response she worked her mouth around him with hot, throbbing urgency, licking and sucking him and giving him so much pleasure that he thought he would collapse.  She pressed under the base of his cock as she took him in, snaking her tongue and tickling his head lightly, going back to suck on his balls and nuzzle the wild thatch of hair under his navel.  His moans and gasps were getting louder, and she could feel his balls tighten in her palm, but she wasn’t about to give him mercy – not until she was ready.  Heather began to pump her hand like a steady piston on his entire length while flicking her tongue over his head, and soon Castor was shaking and sweating under the water stream, the need for release becoming painfully obvious.  “Sinclaire… no, not like this…”.

            “Baby…”, she cooed.  His head was pressed against the wall, and he looked down at her dazedly.  “Let me taste you… I want to finish you off.”.

            “I want inside you now!!!”, he grunted loudly as he backed away from her.  With heavy-lidded eyes that pierced through her, he gazed at her breasts for a moment before lifting her up and turning her around.  The water and steam clung to their naked skin, leaving them slick and hot and ready for each other, and as she bent over and braced her arms against the shower wall she could feel herself getting even wetter.  His hands pressed on her hips, spreading her cheeks and leaving her fully exposed to the warm rush of water.  Heather’s eyes flew open in surprise when she felt his tongue begin to stroke and lap her cheeks and work its way down to the moist heat between her thighs.  His fingers probed and opened her body as his mouth worked its will on her over and over, making her moan excitedly and her legs shake.  Finally, when he couldn’t take it any longer, he steadied himself and pierced her with one deep stroke, a loud gasp coming from his lips as every inch of him found her sweet, tight warmth.  He tried to speak, but couldn’t… he was an animal, exploring and pounding her with a rapid urgency that brought them both to their knees minutes later.