下班后的蒸汽余韵

I'd been sitting in his car for the third time this week, and every single time I told myself the same thing: "This is the last time." But when he suggested hitting the bathhouse after my night shift today, I nodded without a second thought. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

"Just remember, this doesn't mean anything," I whispered as we stepped into the small private sauna on the edge of town. The smell of heated wood and eucalyptus hit me like a wave, going straight to my head.

"Of course," he replied, his voice low, carrying just as much certainty as mine. "Just steam, nothing more."

Dmitri locked the door. I stood by the bench in nothing but a towel while he'd already stripped off his shirt. His gaze trailed over my shoulders, down the line of my collarbones, and I felt my nipples tighten instantly beneath the thin fabric. He stepped closer. I didn't move back.

"You were watching me in the rearview mirror the whole drive," he said quietly, his lips nearly brushing my ear. "Thought I wouldn't notice?"

"I thought..." I breathed out. "But I couldn't stop."

His palm landed on my waist. The towel hit the floor first. My tits pressed against his hot chest, and I let out a soft moan at the sudden contact. Dmitri ran his fingers down my back, grabbed my ass, and pulled me against him so I could feel his cock hardening through his towel.

"Lisa..." he exhaled against my lips. "Tell me you want this."

"I want you," I answered immediately, no pause. "Right here. Right now."

He kissed me hungrily, almost roughly. I kissed him back just as hard, threading my fingers through his short hair. We sank down onto the wide wooden bench. I lay on my back, spread my legs, and he was between them in an instant. His fingers slid along my already-soaked slit, found my clit, and started slow, deliberate circles. I arched up, gripping his shoulders.

"Don't rush..." I whispered, even though I was already trembling. "I want to feel every inch."

Dmitri nodded. He leaned down, took my nipple in his mouth, and gave it a light bite. I cried out in pleasure. His cock pressed against my thigh—hot, heavy. I wrapped my hand around it, stroked up and down, feeling it pulse against my palm.

"Fuck me," I begged, looking him straight in the eyes. "I want you inside me."

He didn't wait. He lifted my hips and pushed in slowly—so fucking slowly. I felt his thick cock stretch my walls, fill me completely. We both froze for a second, breathing hard.

"God, you're so tight..." he groaned.

"Move," I breathed. "Please..."

He started out careful, long deep strokes, almost pulling all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt. Every thrust made me whimper softly, feeling him hit all the right spots. Then the rhythm sped up. I wrapped my legs around his lower back, pulling him deeper.

We flipped. Now I was on top. I planted my hands on his chest and rode him myself—sometimes slow, grinding my hips in circles, sometimes slamming down hard. His hands gripped my tits, thumbs rubbing my nipples. I threw my head back, hair sticking to my sweaty back.

"Look at me," he said hoarsely.

I dropped my gaze. His eyes were dark, almost black with lust. I leaned in closer, my lips nearly brushing his.

"Cum inside me," I whispered. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

He sat up abruptly, wrapped his arms around my waist, and started thrusting up—fast and hard. I could barely catch my breath. My moans got louder, more broken. The heat building low in my belly was unbearable, my inner muscles clenching around his cock tighter and tighter.

"Lisa... I'm gonna..." he gasped.

"Do it... together..." I moaned.

The orgasm hit me first—sharp, blinding, like a flash of light. I screamed, digging my nails into his shoulders. He drove even deeper and froze, flooding me with hot, pulsing spurts. I felt every throb, every drop of his cum spilling inside me.

We froze, panting. His cock was still buried in me, slowly softening. I pressed my forehead to his.

"That was..." I started.

"Doesn't mean anything," he finished with a crooked smile.

I laughed softly, but the same forbidden fire was already burning in my eyes again.

"Then... maybe one more lap around the city?" I asked, clenching around him slightly.

He didn't answer. He just kissed me again, and I knew: the night wasn't over yet.