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AUTHOR’S POV They stepped into the shower area, and the sounds of bare feet stepping on the tile were getting louder and louder as they made it under one of the shower heads. The shower area itself was just a single room, blocked by a small door. There was no cover between the five or six showers, so they both had plenty of space to mess around and get each other clean. The whole shower room was tiled, so the two would have to try hard not to fall over because of how slippery everything was.

The sight of the cascading water droplets was mesmerizing, promising both warmth and rejuvenation. Angel took off his shirt, revealing his toned physique, and I couldn't help but admire his beauty. He reached out his hand, inviting me to step into the shower with him. Without hesitation, I accepted his invitation, feeling a rush of exhilaration. As the warm water cascaded over our bodies, we stood there, fully immersed in each other's presence. Our laughter mingled with the sound of the shower, creating a symphony of joy. I marveled at the way the water droplets glistened on his skin, and I knew that this intimate moment was a testament to the depth of our connection.

Kitty said. “You can program the shower?” Grace said stunned. Kitty smiled and said “Yes Miss, you can have rain, monsoon, waterfall, massage, relax or Swedish settings. You can also choose scent, lighting levels and music, as well as temperature!” “So I can’t just go in and turn in on?“ Grace said. “Afraid not Miss, though the Swedish bucket is always full and you need to just pull the rope for that. The cold water will then come down” Kitty said.

The shower is made to hold several people based on the positions of multiple showerheads. The hot water feels refreshing after such a long run. Bronx steps into the shower with me. There is no hesitation or shyness between us. It just feels natural to be here together. He picks up a washcloth and gently starts stroking it against my body. He starts with my shoulders and works his way down. He moves slowly and spends more time on my sensitive parts, sometimes using his fingers or mouth instead of the cloth, making me moan and gasp softly. He hands me a washcloth and I give him the same treatment.

Jake asks. "Sure, feel free." "You coming with me?" "Our shower is tiny, I'm afraid we won't fit into it together." "Well next time you'll have to sleep at my place then, my shower is huge." Yeah, I've seen that master piece of a shower, it's a huge modern walk in shower, with concrete walls, a huge glass wall and even a bench with loads of tiny bronze coloured mosaic tiles.

That’s better. Deciding that she could really use a shower, she hopped up and headed to the all tiled bathroom. White. Just like the rest of the house. Stepping into the room, her mouth dropped at the sight before her. A massive clawfoot bathtub stood alone in one corner and a glass-enclosed shower was in the other. The shower contained multiple shower heads pointing different directions on two sides and a rain shower head installed above the ceiling She wasted zero time in stripping down to jump into the shower to turn on the rain.

I slide open the shower door and she steps inside, turning back to face him as he ditches his boxers on the tiles. I’m glad I’m a man who prefers opulence over budget, because it’s just as well I opted for a shower big enough for three. Ivy grins as she joins me under the water, tipping her head back and closing her eyes as the warmth lands on her face. Noah presses up behind her, his arms around her waist as I grab the body wash from the rack. I squeeze a load into my palm and slap it over my chest, lathering it up before I offer the bottle to Ivy.

Slowing down his rage. ‘You and I soothe him. When he is upset or angry. Our touch alone will help him.’ Tala explains to me as we exit the closet. He holds firmly to my fingers, and we enter the bathroom. A large glass shower with an overhead waterfall. Two more shower heads are mounted on the wall. Plus, it's a large soaker tub for maybe four people. It is so beautifully designed. “Wow! This is amazing!” I follow him as he turns on the shower. I pause and turn away. He begins to undress. “Oh, I should go.”

He allowed her to pass unmolested, but she felt him tense as her body passed within inches of his. The huge shower took up nearly half of the bathroom. The luxurious interior had a stone bench that one could sit on if they wanted. Shampoo bottles and soap lined a stone shelf nearby. The shower head itself was customized with a rain shower sprayer, but the water pressure was high enough that the energetic spray could reach most parts of the cubicle. "Very nice," she said, in admiration of the luxurious shower. "Nicest ass I've ever seen," he agreed, coming up behind her with a bar of soap.

Granted, I never stayed in any truly fancy place—Dad would never waste such money on trivial things—but I’ve browsed my share of TikTok. The bathroom exudes luxury with its pale blue tiles adorned with geometric gold patterns. The sink, a single piece of sleek black porcelain shaped like a shell, complements the glimmering faucet. Cobalt wallpaper provides a striking backdrop against fluffy white towels that stand out like clouds in a stormy sky. However, my focus shifts to the shower, and I make a direct line towards it, drawn to the spaciousness reminiscent of my bedroom back home. Turning the handle, I quickly shed my clothes, letting them fall to the tiled floor. I step under the cascadi