Romantic Showers Novels & Stories

Blaze carries Astrid across the threshold into the bathroom. Gently lowering her to the floor, he reaches out to the elegant 22-inch rainfall shower head and with a deliberate twist, activates a cascade of refreshing water that mimics the sensation of a gentle rain, enveloping the space in a soothing and invigorating embrace. Her voice rings out, a mixture of incredulity and objection, "You're utterly something else, you know? But we don't necessarily have to shower together!"

she smiled up at him. She dipped her head under the stream from the ceiling-mounted rain shower head. Ben ran his fingers through her long black hair, ensuring the water got to every strand. She purred at the feeling of his strong hands in her hair. She stepped back from the downpour, and he tilted her head up as he brought his lips down to hers. A thrill shot through her body as his tongue caressed her bottom lip, and she moaned into his mouth.

“Shower. Change. Then we talk.” Aiden followed him through a maze of concrete halls to a private suite. The bathroom was stark, industrial—black marble, rain shower, no mirrors. Silas stripped without ceremony, blood and glass dust flaking off his skin. Aiden watched the water cascade over scarred muscle, the silver in his hair turning dark and sleek. Silas glanced back. “You too.”

In one swift motion, he reached out and yanked his oversized sweater right over my head, tossing it onto the vanity. We were completely naked, surrounded by the cool air and the breathtaking mountain view. Damon pinned me gently against the smooth glass wall. He reached over, turning the overhead rainfall shower knob to full blast. Hot, steaming water cascaded down from the ceiling, instantly soaking us, drenching my hair and sending warm streams coursing down the curves of our bodies. Our lips met again in a wild, chaotic clash under the warm rain, our tongues battling for dominance while the steam rose around us.

Olivia’s POV We stood there in each other’s arms, as the rain continued to pour and drench us, but we didn’t care. All we were interested in was looking into each other’s eyes and slow dancing in the rain like we were the only two people in the whole wide world. Soon, the rain became heavier accompanied by lightning, signaling that a storm was brewing and Joshua tilted my head up. “It’s time to get out of this rain, Princess.” “But, it’s so romantic here,” I replied as my lips pouted sadly.

​(unedited) Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass house, the rain poured down with relentless force, beating a fierce, rhythmic tattoo against the windowpanes. A profound, enveloping silence hung over the surroundings, broken only by the steady, melancholic roar of the storm. The earthy, intoxicating fragrance of *petrichor*-the scent of wet earth-drifted thick through the damp air. It was the kind of rain that poets wrote about, a weather meant to draw lovers closer, to weave their hearts and bodies together in a cozy sanctuary of warmth.

Could it be the vampire blood that is inside my bloodstream? I took off my clothes and headed to the shower to have my bath. The warm water cascaded down my body, washing away the grime and dust from my travels. I closed my eyes, letting the water soothe my muscles and relax my mind. The shower was fitted with several showerheads that spewed water from different angles, giving me a feeling of being in a rainforest. It was as if the water was massaging my body, easing away all the tension and stress.

“What are you still waiting for? Get naked and join me. I only ask you this once, Ryden. I’m sure we fit in here together. Isn’t it romantic?” “It is, Amelia, but not when you’re acting like this.” I tried to talk some sense to her, but it was not helping. I locked my jaw hard so I could not blurt something naughty or do something stupid. I quickly grabbed the nearest body wash I could find so it bubbled and covered her nakedness with it. “What do you mean?” From being upset, she suddenly wanted to throw a fireball at me. “I’m fine. I thought showering together with you was romantic. Isn’t shower sex romantic?”

She never ceases to amaze me; the way a look turns me into a sex crazed nympho. I reach over and turn the shower handle. A cascade of perfectly warm water flows over us from the rainfall showerhead above us. The sound of the water hitting the tile echoes off of the smooth black and gold marbled tile. I don’t look away from an instance, our gazes locked in a spontaneous staring contest, even as wet droplets run in rivulets down her face, her neck… I swallow hard, unable to keep my eyes from following their path as they meander slowly down her body. I suck in a breath as a trickle finds its way down the gentle slope of her breast. My lips part as I’m mesmerized by the way the water rolls off h

The rain had stopped then and the perfect curvature of the rainbow cast over the evening sky. "Such beauty" he said softly. I guess he'd followed my gaze. I concurred with a nod and we, so engrossed by the scenery, gazed at it for a long while without uttering a word. At some point, I glanced at him. His cute, young face was lit up with a smile. A smile that added more brightness to the scenic view. I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately.