The atmosphere grew even denser, heavy with desire, as if the air had taken on a form. Every inch of my body seemed to awaken at his touch. Shivers came in waves, rising up my skin, making my muscles react before I even realized it. He didn't need to say anything. The silence spoke for him. His body spoke for him. His hands traced my curves with an almost familiar precision, as if they knew exactly where to touch to elicit short, deep breaths, full of expectation. I leaned against the sink again, but now my body sought more—it sought him. The closeness between us became a wordless dialogue: the heat, the fit, the tension that pulsed from one to the other. I slid my hips back, to find him better, to feel his every movement without barriers, without hesitation. The thin fabric of my panties no longer served as protection… it was merely a symbolic boundary between two equally burning desires. I reached for my panties and began to let my skin be completely free to feel the warmth of his skin, guiding it to where his touch left his skin burning. There was no more shyness, no restraint. Only the silent surrender of someone who desires intensely. Of someone who longed to feel his touch on her wet skin, gliding smoothly, provoking the desire to have him completely inside her… He held me by the waist, firm, attentive to my reactions, pulling me closer, as if our bodies were made to fit together that way—deep, intimate, inevitable. The movement was slow, charged, breathy… and at the same time intense enough to make my legs weaken. My sighs mingled with his breath, creating their own rhythm, an invisible compass that guided each approach, each touch, each shiver. I let myself go. Completely. My body moved with his as if in an ancient, instinctive dance. A dance we knew. And as the moment intensified, the accumulated tension took shape—a heat that rose, filled, tightened, until I could no longer contain it. And when I finally let go, it was as if all the air in the bathroom had silently exploded. A contained, profound, overwhelming ecstasy. An entire moment that existed only between the two of us… and the intensity that overflowed within us. What a delight to feel him overflowing inside me, hot, strong… And to revel in it, I took my hand to my hottest and most pleasure-filled part and took a taste to feel his flavor mixed with mine, brought it to my lips and savored it… What a thrill to have him all inside me…