Steam and Service

The sauna door clicked shut behind me, and the heat hit my skin like a second layer. Mila was already stretched out on the lower bench, a single towel draped over her hips, her blonde hair damp and clinging to her temples. She looked up at me with those eyes — dark, lazy, hungry — and didn't move.

"You're late, Leo."

I dropped my towel on the hook and sat down across from her, letting the steam fill my lungs. "Busy shift. You know how it is."

She smiled, slow and knowing. "I know how you are."

Her hand reached out, fingers tracing the line of my thigh. My skin prickled where she touched.

"You been thinking about it all day?" she asked, her voice low, almost drowned by the hiss of steam on the rocks.

"All week."

"Good." She shifted, the towel slipping an inch lower. "Get over here."

I didn't wait. I moved across the bench, my knees brushing hers, and her hand slid from my thigh to my cock, already hard. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking once, twice, slow and deliberate, her thumb pressing into the head.

"That's what I wanted," she breathed.

I leaned in and kissed her, mouth open, tasting salt and mint. Her other hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me deeper, and I pushed her towel aside. Her breasts pressed against my chest, warm and slick with sweat.

"Fuck, Mila."

"Cállate y tócame."

I slid my hand between her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy hot and swollen against my fingers. I pushed one inside her, then two, and she gasped against my mouth, her hips rocking forward.

"That's it. Right there."

I worked her slowly, watching her face — eyes half-closed, lips parted, breath coming in ragged little moans. The steam coiled around us, thick and white, muffling every sound.

"Now," she said, grabbing my wrist. "I want you inside me. Now."

She pulled me on top of her, legs wrapping around my waist, and I guided my cock to her entrance. She was so wet that I slid in with one smooth thrust, and we both groaned, the sound swallowed by the hiss of the heater.

Dios, sí. No pares.

I fucked her hard, fast, my hands gripping her hips, her nails digging into my shoulders. The bench creaked beneath us, wet skin slapping against wet skin. She bit my lower lip, pulled, and I drove deeper.

"Mírame," dijo ella.

I did. Her eyes were wild, her mouth twisted in a half-smile.

"You like this, don't you? Fucking a waitress in a sauna."

"I love it."

"Then don't you dare come yet."

I slowed, pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in, inch by inch. Her breath hitched. I did it again, slower, watching her face twist with need.

"Bastard."

"You said not to come."

She laughed, a breathless, broken sound, and then she flipped us over, straddling me, her palms flat on my chest. She rode me hard, her hips slamming down, her wet hair swinging. The steam clung to her skin, beading on her tits, her stomach, her thighs.

I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her. She cried out, head thrown back, and I felt her clench around me.

"Come with me," she gasped. "Now."

I did. We came together, her body shuddering, mine pulsing deep inside her, and for a long moment there was nothing but the heat and the steam and the sound of our breathing.

She collapsed onto my chest, her face buried in my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, her skin slick and hot against mine.

After a while, she lifted her head and kissed my jaw.

—¿A la misma hora la semana que viene?

I laughed, still catching my breath. "I'll book the sauna."

"Good." She slid off me, grabbed her towel, and stood up, looking down at me with that lazy, hungry smile. "And Leo? Don't be late."