She placed her palms flat against the warm tile, and he positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding against her ass. She arched her back, pressing into him, and he could feel how wet she was despite the water washing over them both.
His hands gripped her hips.
"You ready?" he asked, and it wasn't really a question.
"Yes," she breathed.
He pushed into her in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt, and her entire body tensed with the intrusion. Even though they'd been doing this for months, even though his cock was now familiar to her body, she still had that moment of adjustment, that gasp where she took him in completely.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, pursing for just a moment to let her body adjust. "How are you always so fucking tight?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He started moving, his pace hard and relentless, his hands keeping her pinned against the wall. The shower water ran down between them, making everything slicker, hotter, more intense.
