I crowded her against the wall and the warm water spray hit my shoulder. I didn’t want her anxious or mortified at the thought of getting busted, so I would make this fast.

Soap suds drifted down her shoulders onto her breasts. I flicked the bubbles away. “You missed a spot.”

She puffed her chest out and her nipples grazed my skin. “Want to help me finish?”

I gave her a slow grin as I kneeled. She planted her hands on the wall as I hooked a leg over my shoulder.

It didn’t take long with me tonguing her clit to get her wet and more than ready. She fought to keep her whimpers and moans quiet, but I could feel them vibrate through her ripe body.

I rose, sliding my hands up her slippery body. Stealing an extra second, I got my footing just right so we didn’t slide around like we were ice dancing. I gripped her hips and she let out a startled gasp as I lifted her. She automatically wrapped her legs around my waist and positioned her wet center over my straining erection.

I thrust up, and as soon as I pushed in, she flexed and lowered herself.

My groan was not quiet. I couldn’t get enough of my wife. We didn’t have sex every time we got together, but we’d managed it a few times since that first night. The way her body gripped mine and made my eyes cross, I’d think we hadn’t had sex for a year or two.

“You feel so fucking good. This isn’t going to take long.” I crushed my mouth over hers and pressed her back against the wall. I licked into her as I thrust, steadily increasing my pace.

She was riding me the best she could while plastered against a shower wall. I tried to loosen my hold on her legs to wedge a hand between us, but my feet started slipping.

The tight fist of her body would push me over far sooner than her, and I wasn’t finishing before her, not even for a quickie. I broke our kiss. “Touch yourself.”

Her gaze jerked up to mine, her pupils dilated. I pumped in and out, waiting for her to make her decision. I’d never asked before and she’d never done it.

Timidly, she broke her hold around my shoulders and slipped her hand between our bodies.

Goddamn, that was hot. Another groan that wasn’t quiet.

Her knuckles brushed against me as I thrust. I could feel the tiny circles she was making, the friction growing the heat between us.