Steam and Regret

The sauna door clicked shut behind me, and the heat hit like a wall. Through the thick steam I saw her silhouette on the top bench, legs stretched out, head tilted back. Lena. Five years since I'd seen her last, and here she was, naked except for a thin towel draped over her thighs, skin glistening with sweat.

"Marcus." Her voice came out low, almost a whisper. "You're late."

I let my towel drop. No point pretending. "Didn't know you'd be here. Kirill said it was just a regular steam."

"He lied." She shifted, and I saw her eyes travel down my body, slow and deliberate. "Sit."

I climbed up beside her. The wood was hot against my thighs. She didn't move away. Her hand rested on her knee, fingers tapping lightly, and I could smell her — that familiar mix of sweat and something floral, like jasmine.

"Why now?" I asked.

"Because I'm tired of pretending I don't think about it." She turned to face me, and her breast brushed my arm. Soft, warm, wet with steam. "About that night. About your hands."

My cock hardened instantly. She saw it, and her lips curved into a smirk.

"Still the same," she said.

"You started it."

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around me. Her palm was hot and slick. "I'm finishing it, too."

I grabbed her wrist. "Slow down."

"Why? We both know what's going to happen." She squeezed, and I gasped. "Unless you've forgotten how to fuck me."

I pulled her onto my lap. Her thighs straddled mine, and I felt her heat against my cock, wet and ready. She rocked against me, just a little, and her breath caught.

"Fuck," she whispered. "I missed this."

I guided myself to her entrance. She pushed down, and I slid inside her in one smooth motion. She was tight, so tight, and she let out a long, low moan as she took me all the way.

"Jesus, Lena."

She started moving. Slow at first, grinding her hips in circles, her hands on my shoulders. The steam curled around us, and her sweat dripped onto my chest. I gripped her ass — full, firm, exactly how I remembered — and helped her rock against me.

"Harder," she said.

I thrust up into her. She gasped and dug her nails into my back.

"Yes, like that. Don't stop."

I fucked her harder, faster, the bench creaking beneath us. Her tits bounced in my face, and I leaned forward to take one in my mouth. She moaned and arched her back, giving me more. I sucked hard, and she cried out.

"Fuck, Marcus, your mouth..."

I moved to the other one, flicking my tongue over her nipple. She was soaking wet now, her juices running down my thighs. I could feel her starting to clench around me.

"Don't come yet," I said against her skin.

"I can't help it. You feel too good."

"Look at me."

She did. Her eyes were dark, half-lidded, her lips parted. I slowed down, fucking her deep and steady, watching her face as she struggled not to come.

"I want to watch you fall apart," I said.

She bit her lip. "Then make me."

I grabbed her hips and drove into her, hard and fast. She cried out, her head falling back, and I felt her body tense. She came with a shuddering gasp, her inner walls clenching around me, and the sight of her — sweat-slicked, trembling, utterly undone — pushed me over the edge. I came inside her with a groan, my hips jerking, my hands gripping her ass so hard I knew there'd be marks.

She collapsed against me, breathing hard. The steam had thinned, and I could see the red flush on her chest, the way her hair clung to her temples.

"Five years," she said quietly. "Why did we wait so long?"

I kissed her forehead. "We're idiots."

She laughed, a soft, breathless sound. "Yeah. We are."

We sat there for a long moment, her still on my lap, my cock still inside her. The heat wrapped around us like a blanket, and for the first time in years, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

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