湯気の中の跡

熱い蒸気が肌を包み込み、最初に感じたのは彼女の香りだった——甘く、チェリーのシャンプーの香りと、温かく、紛れもなく女の匂い。目を開けると、彼女が60センチほど先に立っていた。裸で、濡れた髪が肩に張り付いている。彼女の視線は私の胸をさまよい、さらに下へと留まり、サウナは一層熱くなった。

"Didn't expect to find you here, Mr. Volkov…" she whispered, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her voice trembled, but not from fear.

I'd known her for two years. Lena—my assistant, always composed, in her crisp blouses and pencil skirts. And now she stood before me bare, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her tits, from the way water droplets traced down her stomach toward her smooth, shaved slit.

「君に会うとも思ってなかったよ」と私はしわがれた声で答え、一歩近づいた。湯気が二人の間を揺らめく。「でも、せっかく二人ともここにいるんだし……」

She didn't back away. Instead, her fingers brushed my arm, and that touch burned hotter than the steam. I watched her nipples harden, watched her bite her lip.

"You always look at me like that in the office?" she asked softly, lifting her eyes to mine. "Or only when you think I'm not watching?"

My heart slammed. So she'd heard everything. That conversation in my office two weeks ago, when I thought I was alone and confessed out loud how I wanted to leave teeth marks on her neck, on her shoulders, how I imagined her trembling under my bites.

"You heard…" I breathed out.

「一言一句すべてを」レナは近づき、胸を私の胸に押し当てた。彼女の肌は熱く、汗でしっとりとしていた。「そして、それについて考えずにはいられなかったの。あなたが…私を噛むことについて」

彼女の手が滑り降り、すでに硬くそそり立つ私のペニスを包み込んだ。私はうめき声を上げ、彼女を引き寄せた。指が彼女の腰を見つけ、さらに下へと滑り、引き締まった尻をわしづかみにした。私たちは飢えたようにキスを交わし、蒸気が周りに渦巻く中、舌を絡め合った。

「噛んで」と、彼女は私の唇に触れながら囁きました。「今すぐ。優しく……でも、痕を残して。」

I lowered my head and dragged my lips across her collarbone. Her skin smelled of sauna heat and her own arousal. I parted my mouth and closed my teeth just above her breast. Lena arched back, letting out a soft moan, her fingers tightening around my shaft.

"Oh… more," she breathed. "Deeper… feel how I tremble."

I increased the pressure, leaving a distinct ring of teeth marks on her tender skin. She shuddered through her whole body, her hips grinding against me. My cock pulsed in her grip. I moved to her other shoulder, biting a little harder, and heard her breath catch.

"Artyom… I'm already so wet," she admitted, her voice shaking. "Your bites… they echo right down between my legs."

I spun her around, pressing her against the warm wooden wall of the sauna. Her palms flattened against the planks, her ass arching out toward me. I ran my hand between her legs, my fingers immediately sliding through hot, abundant slickness.

"Fuck, Lena… you're dripping," I whispered, kissing the back of her neck. Then I leaned down and sank my teeth into the tender skin between her neck and shoulder. She cried out in pleasure, pushing back against me.

「私をめちゃくちゃにして……お願い。噛まれながら、あなたを中に感じたいの。」

I didn't wait. The head of my cock parted her slick folds and sank in to the hilt. Lena moaned louder, her walls clamping tight around me. I started to move—slowly at first, savoring every thrust, the heat of her body, the way she trembled.

Each time I drove deep, I leaned down and bit her—her shoulder blade, the side of her neck, the soft skin beneath her ear. The bites varied: some light and teasing, others deeper, leaving red marks blooming on her skin. Lena answered every one with a moan, clenching around my cock.

"Yes… just like that… bite me harder," she begged, her voice cracking. "I love when it hurts… but gently. Oh, Artyom, I'm gonna—"

I quickened the pace, one hand gripping her hip, the other cupping her breast. My teeth closed on her shoulder again. She shuddered harder, wetness running down her thighs. I could feel her clit pulsing, her insides growing even hotter.

Suddenly she arched violently, crying out as she came. Her pussy clenched my cock in wave after wave of contractions. I couldn't hold back—I drove in one last deep thrust and came, flooding her with hot cum. The bite on her neck at that moment was the longest, most sensual one yet.

私たちは息を荒げたまま動きを止めた。湯気がまだ周囲を渦巻いていた。私は歯形のひとつひとつにそっと口づけ、謝ると同時に感謝を伝えた。

朝、浴場に隣接するホテルのスイートは静かだった。私が小さなマシンでコーヒーを淹れている間、レナは私のローブを着てベッドの端に座っていたが、それは彼女には大きすぎた。前夜の私の痕跡が彼女の肌にはっきりと見えていた——柔らかな紫色で、美しかった。

彼女は私の視線に気づいて微笑み、頬にほんのりと赤みが差しました。

「後悔してる？」と彼女はそっと尋ねた。

"Not a single one," I answered, handing her a cup. "You?"

Lena took a sip, looking at me over the rim of the mug. Her fingers brushed one of the marks on her collarbone.

「もっと残してほしいの。たくさん。二人きりのときはいつも…」

We looked at each other over the steam rising from our coffee, and in both our eyes, the same hunger was already smoldering again.