The Hot Spring Encounter

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t cover up. “You can join me... if you’re brave enough.”

He dropped his towel without a word.

The hot water steamed between them, but the tension was hotter. Mira moved closer, water trailing down her bare curves. Her fingers traced the scar on his chest. “You’ve seen war,” she whispered. “But have you felt pleasure?”

She straddled him in the water, bodies pressing, lips crashing together. His hands explored her soaked skin, lifting her as she wrapped around him. Her moans melted into the steam as he filled her, thrusts strong and deep under the water, waves rippling with every motion.

“Harder,” she gasped, biting her lip.

He obeyed, lifting her onto the stone edge—water cascading off her breasts as he drove deeper inside her. Their wet bodies glistened in the moonlight. She trembled, screaming his name, shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her. He followed, growling in pleasure, collapsing with her in the warm water.

They lay there—entwined, breathless, skin still steaming.

“You... definitely deserve this bath,” she smiled.

He kissed her neck. “I’m not done soaking yet.”