The shower was already steaming up, hot water drumming on our shoulders and back like a summer rain. The glass walls fogged instantly, turning the bathroom into our own private, blurry little world. Elizabeth's nightgown clung to her hips in a soaked, twisted band, the silk gone see-through and sticking to every curve. Water ran in rivers down her back, over her ass, between us.
I broke the kiss just long enough to spin her around. "Come here, baby," I said, voice low and rough.
She giggled, bracing her palms against the fogged glass, arching her back so her ass pressed toward me. "Ahh… so rough," she teased, looking over her shoulder with that playful, sultry smile.
"Isn't that exactly how you love it?" I asked, grabbing the bunched fabric at her waist and yanking it up and off in one quick tug. *Screech*—the wet silk made a funny sound as it peeled away from her skin and landed on the shower floor with a heavy slap.
