Vapor y Ceniza

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The heat hit me like a wall the second I pushed through the cedar door, and there she was. Lena. Five years since she’d walked out of my apartment, and here she was, wrapped in nothing but a thin white towel, sweat already beading on her collarbone. The sauna was small, wooden benches glowing amber in the dim light, the air so thick I could taste her.

“Well, shit,” she said, not missing a beat. “They let anyone in here now?”

“Apparently.” I dropped my own towel on the hook, trying to look casual while my heart hammered against my ribs. “You stalking me, or is this just cosmic revenge?”

She laughed, that low, dirty laugh I’d heard in my dreams for half a decade. “Maybe I needed a sweat. Maybe I knew you’d be here.” Her eyes traveled down my body, slow and deliberate, stopping at the obvious reaction I couldn’t hide. “Looks like you missed me.”

“Lena…”

“Don’t.” She stood up, closing the space between us until I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. “Don’t tell me this is awkward. We both know why I’m here.”

Her towel came undone, falling to the bench behind her. Her breasts were fuller than I remembered, nipples tight and dark from the steam. I reached out, fingers brushing her hip, and she let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck it,” I muttered, pulling her against me.

Her mouth found mine, hungry and desperate, all teeth and tongue. I backed her against the hot wood wall, and she gasped when her skin touched it, arching into me. My cock was already rock hard, pressing against her stomach.

“God, I want this,” she breathed against my lips. “I’ve been thinking about your cock inside me for weeks.”

“Then take it.”

She dropped to her knees without hesitation, her hands wrapping around my shaft, stroking me slow. Her tongue traced the length of me, from base to tip, before she took me in her mouth. I groaned, fingers tangling in her wet hair as she worked me, her hand gripping my thigh, nails digging in.

“That’s it,” I rasped. “Just like that.”

She looked up at me, eyes watering, and I pulled her off. “Not yet. I need to be inside you.”

She turned around, bending over the bench, presenting her ass to me. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, ready. I stepped closer, running my hand along her slick slit, and she moaned, pushing back against my fingers.

“Stop teasing,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

I obliged, slamming into her in one stroke. She cried out, a raw, animal sound that echoed off the cedar walls. I gripped her hips, setting a brutal rhythm, each thrust driving her harder into the wood. She was so wet, so tight, and I could feel every inch of her clenching around me.

“Yes, yes, fuck me,” she chanted, her voice breaking. “Harder, baby, please.”

I slapped her ass, watching it ripple, and she moaned louder. I leaned over her, my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear.

“You gonna come for me, Lena? Gonna soak my cock?”

“Fuck, yes,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I reached around, finding her clit with my fingers, rubbing in tight circles while I pounded into her. Her body started shaking, her moans turning into incoherent pleas. I could feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building.

“Come on, baby,” I growled. “Let go.”

She screamed my name as she came, her pussy convulsing around my cock, and that pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, my body shuddering against hers.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, sweat dripping down our backs. She finally straightened up, turning to face me with a lazy smile.

“Well,” she said, her voice hoarse. “That was worth the five-year wait.”

I laughed, pulling her into a kiss, softer this time. “It’s a start.”

The next morning, we sat in a tiny café down the street, steam rising from our coffee cups. She was wearing my shirt, her hair still damp. She caught me staring and smirked.

“What?”

“Just wondering if you’re free tonight.”

She took a sip of her coffee, eyes sparkling over the rim. “I might be. Depends on the sauna’s hours.”

CATEGORIES: [Sauna, Ex-Girlfriend, Rough Sex, Just the Two of Us, Reunion]

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