Shower Sex Erotica Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you want.” I pulled out and thrusted back in just as hard. Her nails dug into my back, trying to anchor herself in place. Her walls stretched around me, trying to accommodate me. It was absolute heaven and was even better than our first and second time. Although, shower sex was pretty hot especially having to cover her mouth to hold those screams at bay. However, this room was soundproofed. “Fuck me like you want to. Show me how much you want me,” she cooed to me.

Elias flung the showerhead to the side, not even bothering to return it properly to his holder as it clattered noisily on the floor. He stood up and fisted on his cock before backing her on the cold wall, his chest to hers. Their lips caught each other as he turned on the shower, letting the water wash over the soap on their body and they engaged in an erotic lip dance. Elias brought his hands forward to her hard nipples which he pinched and twisted causing her to moan loudly and stare at him pleadingly.

“No way!” Devyn laughs, “Yes, way. We had sex in the shower and Clarissa, it was the best sex I ever had. He went down on me and waited for me to finish first before actually fucking me. And even then, I’ve never felt as much pleasure as I did in the shower with Kieran.” Devyn thinks back to this morning, still aching for the man she called ‘Sir.”

With a swift movement, I entered her, the water acting as a lubricant, allowing us to move together in a fluid rhythm. The sound of our bodies colliding, the steamy atmosphere, and the hot water cascading over us created an otherworldly experience, intensifying our pleasure to unimaginable heights. With each thrust, we lost ourselves in a passionate dance, our bodies moving in perfect sync. Moans and gasps filled the air, echoing off the walls of the shower as our shared climax approached rapidly. The heat of the water mixed with the heat of our bodies, intensifying the pleasure coursing through us.

I shifted her weight to position my tip at her entrance. “Tristan!” She cried out as I thrust deeply into her dripping sex. My movements became frantic as I sent us hurtling toward release, the water from the shower head raining down on us. My need for physical connection with my mate was overpowering, leaving no room for anything beyond giving into my animalistic desires. Hannah moaned wildly into my shoulder, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, as I plunged into her over and over. Throwing her head back against the shower wall, she dug her nails into my shoulder and cried out as her orgasm rocked through her. I pressed her harder into the wall, using my hands to steady myself as my k

Hot squirt gushes out around the toy and against my grinding clit in powerful jets, soaking my pussy and belly. Her whole body convulses, breasts shaking, tail thrashing. The vibrations from the egg in her ass make it even messier, causing her squirt to spray everywhere, dripping down her crack, puddling on the sheets. The feeling of her cumming so hard against my clit pushes me over. I scream, grinding down desperately as my own orgasm rips through me. My pussy spasms violently, squirting hard against her pussy in hot, messy pulses that mix with hers. Every muscle in my body locks up as wave after wave crashes over me, but I keep grinding through it, prolonging the wet, filthy friction, mil

He took her in the mornings in a slow, languid pace that always quickly spiraled out of control, leaving both of them panting for breath and their hearts racing. Then they would shower. Each time, Vanessa would argue that it would probably be more beneficial if they’d shower separately, but after one kiss, she’d relent. Water conservation aside, sex in the shower was never an easy feat, especially not with her shoulder, although it was healing nicely. He’d take her from behind or get down on his knees, bringing her to release with his mouth and fingers. Or they both would end up on the floor of the wide shower, her seated firmly in his lap, riding him and taking him in a way only Vanessa was

His arms came around her, molding their bodies together as she continued to caress him with her hand. “You’re the beautiful one, Bethany. I never get tired of just looking at you.” She smiled and rolled up on the balls of her feet so she could kiss him. “I’ve never had shower sex before,” she said huskily against his mouth. “Then we most assuredly need to remedy that right away.” She slid down his body to her knees, water raining down over them. She glanced up to see his gaze locked with hers, and then it drifted to his groin, where she caressed him to further hardness.

A growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my back and I knew he was happy that I was already wet for him. Within seconds Beta Shawn turned me around and pinned me to the cool tile wall of the shower, as he bent to one knee in front of me. Before I knew what was happening, he moves my one leg onto his shoulder and his mouth than began to consume my pussy and I moaned as I reached for something to hold onto. The warmth of his mouth on me and the coolness of the tile pressed against my back as the water from the shower misted us, brought on so many different sensations.

She pinched and pulled, breath hitching as her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more. Ley spread her thighs wider, angling the head lower to let the water rush over her entrance. It teased her hole, the pressure probing like insistent fingers, making her walls flutter. She dipped two fingers inside herself, thrusting them in and out while the shower jet battered her clit. The dual stimulation had her moaning loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls. Her fingers curled, rubbing that ridged spot deep inside, while the pulsing water made her clit swell even more, throbbing under the onslaught.