Shower Together Novels & Stories

I think she understands to some extent because she doesn’t demand chicken anymore. Renia’s cries were getting really loud now, and I just can’t seem to get her to stop crying. So I kept bouncing and whispering some words to her and singing lightly, but she wasn’t having any of it. “You want to shower, Renia?” I asked her, and she sent me a watery smile at the ‘shower.’ One thing that Lucy and Renia have in common is their love for showers. They literally mess up the bathroom every time they take a shower, especially when they do it together.

He looked down at their bodies and proposed, "Sorry for the mess. Looks like we need to clean up, but since we are conserving water and all, how about we shower together?" Anna bit her lip. Somehow, she felt they would do more than just showering. Her nipples hardened at the thought of making love again. She cleared her throat and replied, "I'm for Mother Nature. Let's shower together."

“Together.” The shower wasn’t about sex. It was about washing away the tension. We stood under the warm spray, his body behind me, his hands soapy as they smoothed over my shoulders, my back. It was intimate, but quiet. A silent rebuilding. I leaned into him, my forehead against his chest, and let the water rinse everything clean. We dressed in simple clothes—sweatpants for him, a soft sweater for me. The domesticity felt strange, but good. Like we were resetting.

Alaric then lies down beside me, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, as I blush, overwhelmed by the incredible heat of the moment. As I try to voice my objection to being lifted out of my cozy nest once more, I am swiftly overruled by the others, and we all glide into the refreshing shower. The warm water cascades over our bodies, washing away the weariness of the day and rejuvenating our spirits. One by one, they take turns cradling and cleansing me, their gentle hands ensuring that every inch of my body is thoroughly cleansed. In this intimate act, they not only care for me but also cleanse themselves, symbolizing the profound bond we share.

He said and sat up with a sinister smirk on his lips. "Why? What did you think?" He whispered embarrassing me to the extent that I wanted to dig a hole and hide. "N... nothing...." I murmured standing up turning away from him. I mentally facepalmed. "Have you taken a shower?" He asked and I shook my head in response. "Then let's take one together." I turned to him surprised. "Together?! Don't be silly!" I yelled like it was a taboo. He chuckled. "Why? It's not like I haven't seen anything before. And besides, showering together after making love is Sunnah."

I mean we have been here a few days and we still haven't made love. So I guess it's safe to say that my husband wants to take his time with me and I am okay as long as he could repeat what he did to me last night. I must admit that I thought that we were going all the way. When the guest left we went up. I decided to take a shower and while I was in the shower, Jonathan decided to join me. At first I was surprised that he got in while I was in the shower. "They say water is a scarce resource, showering together saves water..." He said as he stood in front of me. Seeing him like this was already too much, the thought of having him that close to me was maddening.

She followed me into the house. We reached our room, and I walked with her straight into the bathroom. When I shut the door behind us and turned on the shower, she stared at me with wide eyes. "What are you doing?" I couldn't help smiling as I peeled off my clothes. "I'm taking a shower." "Um, okay...well, I'll just wait until you are done..." She backed toward the door. I grasped her wrist. "Oh, no you don't. We'll get done much faster if we shower together."

I asked hopefully. She laughed. "No, separately. If we shower together we'll never leave this penthouse." She was probably right, but what a fucking way to start the morning.

Given he’d be well aware that she was in no condition to indulge in shower sex this morning, she had no doubt that she’d be showering alone. They regularly showered together whenever she slept over. And whenever they did, it always went the same way… they each took care of washing their own bodies and hair. Then he would sit back and watch while she finished since he was always done first, leaning against the tile wall with arms crossed, eyes dark and hungry. Then they’d fuck… slow or fast, gentle or rough, depending on the mood that morning… and rinse their bodies again before coming out. The memory made her cheeks heat even through the hangover haze.

Surely they should shower first if they were going to meke love? Shower? Who had time for a shower when the arrow was already on the bowstring? But if he didn't shower, she would nag, so he took a deep breath. Since they had to shower, they might as well do it together. It could be a form of intimacy. Before she could react, he pulled her into the room and straight to the bathroom, even turning on the air conditioner!