that you don’t get what you want without asking for it.
With a grin, I throw the covers off and trot into the bathroom. The water in the shower is still running.
“Got room for one more?” I call out over the noise.
“Thought you’d never ask,” David’s deep voice rumbles back to me.
Although the hotel itself has that old-fashioned luxury vibe, the bathroom is incredibly modern. The walk-in shower is encased in floor-to-ceiling glass. Two rain shower heads are affixed on the ceiling, pouring down a cascade of water over David's muscular frame. I watch him through the glass for a moment, taking in the sight.
“You coming in or what?” He asks, peering at me through the glass.
I smile and pull open the glass door slightly, slipping into the steamy glass cube with him. The stone floor is cool under my feet below while warm water pounds down on me from above.
“Come here,” David pulls me close, into his arms, and gives me a kiss. He has that boyish look to him, that simple grin I first noticed that day when he taught me how to play cards. He gets that look only when he’s totally at ease.
I let my body go soft in his strong arms, taking in his kisses as the water runs down over our bodies.
“You know I won’t forget,” I tell him, raising my voice so he can hear me over the water. “How could I?”
“Good. But just in case…” He pauses and lets go of me, stepping back. With a deft flick of the wrist, he shuts off the water to the shower.
I let out a small squeak of disappointment.
He looks at me, amused, water still dripping off of his chest and arms. “Don’t worry. I’m just changing the setting.”
“The setting?”
“Sure. This isn’t just a regular shower.” He stabs another switch with his finger and a strange, loud humming noise begins. “It’s a steam shower.”
My mouth drops open in surprise as warm steam starts coming out of tiny jets set along the floor of the shower. I hadn’t even noticed them before but now they’re spewing out steam into the glass cube encasing us. Within seconds, a cloud of steam is separating me from David so that I can barely make out the shadowy outline of his frame.
“Here,” he reaches forward and without faltering, finds me in the foggy air. He guides me gently to one side of the shower, to the one sturdy stone wall, away from the glass ones. “Lean back. And hang on to the wall.”
I do as he says, bracing my back against the hard surface, my arms down and palms flat against the wall on either side of me for balance. It’s slightly disorienting, with the steam enveloping me and the hum of the generator all around me.
I can’t even see David. But I can feel him. His hands confidently make their way between my thighs, gently nudging my legs apart. I inch my feet further to the sides. I want to reach down and find him but the floors and walls are slick and slippery thanks to the condensation created by the steam. I have no choice but to maintain my grip, even as I feel David’s tongue grazing across my clit, working in rhythmic circles.
At the same time, he slips his finger, already slick and wet from the steam, inside of me. I arch my back and push my shoulders more firmly against the wall, taking care not to slip. David, clearly sensing my need, removes his hand from inside of me. Then, he firmly places one hand around each of my ankles, helping to anchor me into place.
It’s a strange mixture of feeling trapped but free. I can’t move my feet at all, because I’m afraid I’ll slip. The same is true for my hands. While I feel stuck, I also feel oddly liberated. I can’t see David, I can only feel him. And he can’t see me. We’re connected primarily through his tongue, which continues to flick across my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
In the anonymous safety of that steamy shower, where nobody can see me, I let myself replay the last week with David. Each of our nights together flashes through my mind. I think of how he took me on that first night, having me bite down on the leather belt to keep quiet. I think of how he teased me to near insanity on the terrace with the vibrator. Of how