Let's be Together

This is maddening.

The air between us crackles like a live wire, charged and humming with anticipation. Millie's knee presses between my thighs, and a moan escapes before I can swallow it, the ache building into something unbearable. My back arches instinctively, the cold tiles pressing into my heated skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat radiating from her.

The towel is gone, forgotten on the wet floor. I'm bare, vulnerable, pressed against her drenched clothes, the contrast electric. My skin prickles, a shiver rolling down my spine as the cool water drizzles over us. Millie pulls back, just enough to look at me, and I feel the weight of her gaze. Her eyes roam over me slowly, deliberately, like she's memorizing every inch, and I can't help but squirm under her attention.

Her jaw tightens, a flicker of something wild and hungry crossing her face. My breath catches, and I feel the heavy thud of my pulse in my ears. The air feels thick, suffocating, yet I don't want her to stop. Millie's green eyes meet mine, and she licks her lips, her voice low and rough when she speaks. "Do you trust me?"

I nod, biting my lip to keep from begging. The words won't come, but my body answers for me, leaning into her touch, craving more. She smiles then, a slow, wicked curve of her mouth, and it's enough to send another shiver skittering across my skin.

Millie reaches for the hem of her shirt, peeling it off and tossing it aside without breaking eye contact. The rest follows in a blur, her soaked clothes landing in a pile on the floor, leaving her just as exposed as I am. My breath hitches as the water cascades over her, droplets clinging to her skin, highlighting the curves of her body.

She steps closer, the space between us vanishing until there's nothing but skin on skin. Her hands slide up my sides, firm and gentle all at once, and I tremble beneath her touch. "Tell me if you want me to stop," she whispers, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear, sending a jolt of heat straight through me.

"I won't," I manage to breathe, my voice shaky, needy. "I don't want you to."

Her smile turns softer, almost tender, before she presses her lips to mine again, harder this time. Millie's lips move with torturous slowness, trailing a scorching path down my neck, her breath warm against my damp skin. Each kiss, each gentle scrape of her teeth sends tremors through me, igniting something deep and desperate that coils low in my belly. My fingers thread through her wet hair, gripping tight, unsure if I'm pulling her closer or grounding myself.

"You're beautiful like this," she murmurs against my collarbone, her voice husky, laced with reverence that makes my breath catch. "Completely mine."

Her words unravel me, soft and commanding all at once. I should be embarrassed, standing here naked and vulnerable in this tiny shower stall with water cascading around us. But I'm not. Instead, I'm drunk on the way her hands trace the curves of my body like she's learning every inch, every reaction, savoring how I arch into her touch.

Her mouth moves lower, slow and deliberate, each kiss lingering just long enough to make me crave the next. She presses her lips between the valley of my breasts, and I can't hold back the soft moan that escapes me. It's instinctive, raw, a sound I've never made before, and it only spurs her on.

"Millie..." Her name tumbles from my lips in a breathless whisper. My thighs tremble as she kneels before me, her hands gripping my waist, grounding me, steadying me even as I feel like I'm coming undone.

The cool water continues to fall over us, droplets clinging to her eyelashes as she looks up at me, her gaze molten, full of want and something softer, deeper. "Say it again," she demands softly, her voice rough, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.