Under a spray of scalding hot water, Chet stood in the shower and sighed. Today was a good day.

Earlier, he’d taken Sol out on a date. They held hands and walked through the city together, on cobblestoned streets lined with cute little boutiques. Whenever Sol saw something she liked, he ducked in to buy it for her; shiny, sparkly necklaces, pretty heels, and dresses that spun when she twirled. The way she looked at him, bright and adoring, was worth everything in the world.

Even though Sol said she was a homebody, there was nothing like a change of scenery to make her happy. Or maybe she just liked having Chet buy things for her, he didn’t care. As long as she smiled at him like that, he would do anything for her.

Chet was heads over heels and not afraid to admit it. Sol was his lovely fiancée, soon to be his lovely wife, how could he not be? “I’m gonna take her to so many nice places,” he said and giggled. “Then I’ll buy her more things she likes!”

“Buy me more things?”

He jumped from the sudden noise. Sol was knocking on the bathroom door, and belatedly, Chet realized he was grinning like a fool in the shower. There was no telling how long he stood there for, just that he lost track of time from his fantasies. Now the love of his life was waiting outside, very concerned.

“Is everything okay, Chet? You’ve been in there for a long time.”

“I’m fine!” Chet said quickly. “Sorry, I spaced out. I’ll get out now.” He reached for the shower door and made to leave, when he slipped on a puddle. “Ow!”

“Chet?”

With a yelp, he grabbed the handle, narrowly avoiding a fall. “I’m okay,” he called out a second too late. “You don’t need to come in -”

But it was too late. The door was opening and Sol was stepping inside. Now she was in the bathroom with him, standing on the other side of the shower. He could see her stunning figure through the glass and, awkwardly, she could see him too.

“You really didn’t need to come in…” Chet trailed off, wincing at the state he was in. Doubled over, holding the handle for support, and drenched like a wet dog, he could only hope the fog covered his nether regions decently.

“Sorry,” Sol said and looked away. Although it was misty through the glass, Chet figured she was embarrassed about it. “I kept knocking but you didn’t say anything. I thought something bad happened…”

“No, I was just -” He paused and righted himself. “Daydreaming. Sorry.”

“Oh. What were you daydreaming about?”

Chet was tempted to groan. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have when he was naked in the shower. “I’ll tell you when I get out,” he said and pushed the door open a crack.

Sol didn’t get the hint, though. Instead of leaving so he could get out, she stood there, deep in thought. After a moment, her gaze turned intense. “We can talk about it in the shower,” she said.

“Wait, what?” Before he could ask what she meant, Chet heard the sound of clothes falling to the floor.

In the span of a second, although it was probably longer, Sol was as naked as he was. Chet could see her blurry outline through the glass, and it was enough to make his heart race.

“Is this okay?” she asked and took a step towards him.

Chet swallowed, gulped, and swallowed again. This was the first time Sol offered to join him in the shower. He had never thought about what it would be like, but the idea excited him. Being in the same shower as Sol sounded fun and cuddly, and just a little sexy. A lot sexy, actually.

“Sure,” he mumbled and then Sol was opening the door and walking in.

The shower wasn’t big enough for two people to stand in and still have personal space. It was harder to move than Chet thought, not when the floor was wet and there wasn’t anything sturdy to hold onto. Still, that barely mattered.

Sol was in front of him, stark naked with water drenching her skin. She was close enough that he could feel her body heat, and it would take only one step to press them together. Chet thought about doing it.

She fidgeted and gave him a shy look. “I’m not making it too cramped, am I?” she asked.

“No, you’re fine,” Chet said. “You’re good. You’re great. The water’s not too hot, is it? Or cold? I can adjust the temperature if you want.” He blushed. It was hard to figure out what to do, or say, or look. It was really hard to figure out where to look.

“The temperature’s perfect. You’re so considerate, it’s very sweet.” She reached over to tug a clump of wet hair off his face and beamed. “So, you were daydreaming?”

Chet chuckled weakly. “Nothing deep or anything, just about today and how I enjoyed it. I hope you did too.” He said the last part bashfully, peering up at Sol.

“I had a wonderful time,” she said. “I can’t wait to try on everything you brought for me. Thank you, Chet.”

Then and there, Chet decided he liked showering with Sol. The way they were close together was incredibly intimate. He loved how it made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

He smiled at her and she smiled back, and Chet tried not to melt into a puddle of goo. “I’d do anything for you,” he said with a silly grin on his face. His nerves melted away, making it easier to speak. “Hey, you know I was sweating under the sun? Maybe you should check if I’m sunburnt.”

Sol ran a finger along his jaw. “You’re a little bit red, but just your cheeks. I’m not sure if that’s from the sun, though.” She shot him a mischievous smile. “You blush easily.”

“So do you.”

Sol giggled. “You’re right, maybe it was a sunburn then. It was pretty hot, after all.” With a glint in her eye, she turned her attention to something behind him. “I don’t blame you for relaxing in the shower, I should do the same. Pass the body wash, Chet.”

Unaware of what awaited him, Chet reached over and passed her the bottle.

“Thank you,” Sol said sweetly and squeezed the liquid into her hand. Then she began rubbing it all over her body.

Chet spluttered. “Sol!“ he said, feeling his blush go all the way to his ears.

Sol gave him a smile but didn’t stop. “We did a lot of walking today. It’s good to finally be clean.”

That was true, but the way she was washing herself made his eyes go wide. Sol was rubbing body wash into her skin with a sensual caress. She soaped up her arms and legs, getting them slick and smooth. The entire time, her eyes never left him.

Maybe if he was a stronger man, he could resist the temptation to gawk. There was no reason to resist, though, because this show was for him. Chet wasn’t going to look away for even a second.

Sol stretched and Chet’s gaze drew towards the arch of her spine. His eyes followed her hand as it trailed down her arm, then her shoulder, towards her collarbone. He held his breath, waiting for her to keep moving.

Then Sol, that tease, stopped.

“Hey,” Chet blurted out without realizing it.

Sol smiled. Ignoring his embarrassment, she placed her hands on his shoulders and drew them closer. “Sorry Chet, but wouldn’t you rather touch me yourself?”

Taking his wrist, she placed his palm on her breast.

Chet wanted to faint and whoop and jump and freeze, all at once.

Her skin was so soft. So warm. So slippery from the soap and wet from the shower, and he felt like he could explode. Distantly, he heard Sol saying something. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to get ideas.” Her voice was teasing.

“I think you’ve already got ideas,” Chet mumbled. It wasn’t even an idea, but an invitation. Sol was insatiable when it came to physical contact.

“Please, Chet,” Sol said softly and that was all he needed to hear.

It was the first time they were doing anything in the shower. The opportunity just never came up before, not when it was always one of them showering while the other stayed outside. To take something as ordinary as washing up and turn it into a way to touch your lover… Chet shivered. Something hot stirred in his gut. “Everywhere?” he asked.

Sol nodded. Chet began moving.

He focused on the way Sol’s breast fit in his hand and gave it a squeeze. A light, gentle one, just to let her feel that he was holding her. In response, Sol let out an adorable noise.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, half teasing and half serious.

“It feels great,” Sol said. “You can keep going.”

It was reassuring to know he was doing a good job. Chet felt a rush of warmth and continued on, cupping her breast in his hand. His other hand came up to help, and before long, her chest was slick and soapy.

Sol’s breaths rose and fell, stuttering whenever Chet skimmed over her nipples. Seeing her reaction, he ran his thumbs over them and felt them stiffen into two cute little peaks.

“Mm.” She trembled and closed her eyes. Chet did it again. “Oh… feels nice.”

“Yeah?” Chet said. In the back of his mind, he wondered just how far he could get. Time and time again, Sol would show him just how sensitive she was. Maybe, in the shower, he could make her…

Sol sighed lightly, hands coming up to rest against his shoulders. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

“I won’t,” he choked out. “God, you’re so…”

He kept going, caressing her and worshipping her body. Even through the spray of the shower, he felt like he was burning up. Chet hungered for the way she arched into his touch, rivulets of water running down her skin. She shivered when he moved, making soft sounds of satisfaction. He wanted to touch her everywhere.

“Turn around,” he whispered.

“Are you going to wash my back?” Sol asked teasingly.

He nodded and watched her pull her hair to the side, revealing her bare back. Her skin seemed to glow after a day in the sun. Chet shivered at the sight, thanking his lucky stars he was engaged to such a gorgeous woman.

Grabbing the bottle of body wash again, Chet squeezed more soap into his palm. It smelled nice, like some kind of flower. Sol always smelled like that and it made something stir below his gut. He wanted to bury his face in her and never let go.

He touched her between the shoulder blades and ran his hand up and down. As he did, Sol let out a shaky breath that warmed him to the core.

“I love your back,” he murmured and drew a heart with his finger.

“My back?” Sol huffed a laugh, amused by his words. “That’s a funny thing to say.”

“It’s part of you, isn’t it? Besides, I don’t get to see it often enough.” Even when she wasn’t clothed, her hair went all the way down her waist. The novelty of seeing skin he usually never saw was nice. And really, Sol was sexy everywhere. “You’re beautiful.”

She blushed. “You’re just saying that.”

“Yes, I am. I’m saying it because I love you.” He leaned in and planted a kiss along her spine, hearing her gasp. Licking away a stray droplet from his lips, Chet grinned and leaned in again. “Wet kisses are nice too,” he said and proceeded to kiss a line up Sol’s back, all the way to her neck. Pressed together chest to back, he moved on pure instinct, grinding himself against her.

“Chet...” Sol turned her head, meeting his gaze. Her eyes were half-lidded and pleading. “You know what I want.”

He didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes,” he said breathlessly. “I want it too.”

She turned around so they were facing each other, and Chet wasted no second getting his hands back on her. “Even your bellybutton is cute,” he murmured idly. He wandered down, stroking the soft flesh of her stomach and moving below it.

Sol looked down and turned pink. “I’m…”

“Mmhm.” With a smile, he touched her where she was flushed with need. “Let me do it.”

Relaxing into his hold, she closed her eyes and nodded. Her skin was soft where he cupped her, and the heat of her desire radiated into his palm.

Sol was always elegant but like this, Chet thought she was beautiful. He couldn’t get enough of the way she looked, flushed with pleasure. While her eyes were closed, he took the opportunity to watch her, all of her, down to every detail. How her chest rose and fell, to the way her legs trembled when he shifted his wrist.

There was a pleasant sensation blooming in his lower half, but Chet ignored it. He didn’t care about what state he was in, not when Sol was there. She was the one gasping and squirming, all because of him.

“More,” Sol moaned. She drew her arms around him and pressed their bodies together. “I need you.”

He couldn’t get enough of the way he could feel her throb. Her hips twitched like she couldn’t control them and it was the best feeling in the world knowing he did that.

Her leg inched between his, sending a wave of heat through his body. The glide of skin on skin made him bite back a gasp, and he wanted to rub against her until he couldn’t keep it together. His eyes darted to her thigh and saw droplets of water flowing down her skin. A noise left his mouth before he could stop it, something between a grunt and a groan.

“Are you close?” Sol asked softly.

“You first.” He rocked into her leg, just to feel that wonderful pressure, and tightened his grip on her heat. Keeping that steady, addictive rhythm he knew she loved, Chet worked her patiently, gliding and rubbing until she was at the precipice of letting go.

“Chet,” Sol moaned and threw her head back, clutching him like a lifeline. She shuddered breathlessly, her words incoherent except for the way she cried his name. Every part of her was begging for him, from her stiff nipples to the way she dripped into his palm. It was a wanton display and he loved seeing it. “Chet, please… together…”

Her thigh slid up and pressed against him, feeling wonderfully cool on his burning length. He could sob from the relief of it. “Sol,” he gasped and panted into her neck.

“Yes.” She took his face in her hands and leaned down, smiling at him like he was the only one in the world. They shared a breath and panted into each other’s air, both of them desperate for release. “Keep doing that. It feels so good.”

Chet shivered. His body felt like it was boiling. He could barely think, his mind empty except for his aching desire. All he wanted was bring Sol to new heights of pleasure and see her come undone. He wanted it so bad.

“Please,” he muttered. “Come for me. I can’t take it anymore.”

Whimpering, Sol nodded. “I’m really close,” she said. “If you move your hand like… yes, like that. That’s good, ohhh, that’s really good…” She shivered and arched her back, pressing into his hand.

He twisted his wrist and she fell apart.

Sol came with a cry. She ducked her head and sobbed into the waves of pleasure that overwhelmed her body. Her body shuddered and twitched as she fell against Chet, who shook with the effort of holding her upright. Every part of her was alight with nerves, and she rode out her orgasm without holding anything back.

Mercilessly, he worked her through it, not stopping for even a second. Chet touched her as she came and kept touching her through her aftershocks, until she was twitching with the force of another orgasm. Sol moaned even louder the second time around.

It was too much to bear. The sight of her letting go, how she panted into his ear and the way she pulsed against his fingers, it was all too much. Chet needed her as much as she needed him.

With a strangled groan, he thrust against her leg and came until he couldn’t come anymore. Emptying himself on her, his seed spilled down her thigh and splattered in a messy, possessive streak across her skin.

Spent, Chet collapsed against her, holding on for support. He panted against her neck and clumsily kissed it, feeling her pulse beneath his lips.

Sol stirred and patted his back. “I don’t think I can get out without falling,” she said weakly.

“Me neither.” He made a tired noise and slumped against her. It was nice how soft she was. “At least no cleanup.”

“Mmhm. Shower sex is good.”

“You’re good,” he mumbled.

Sol laughed. “Thanks, Chet. We’ll hold onto each other, okay?” She held his shoulder and nudged him towards the glass door.

Chet stood where he was and sighed in contentment. A sappy smile grew on his face. “I love you, Sol.”

“I love you too.” Turning pink, she gave him a bemused look. “Now let’s go. We can rest on the bed.”

Rolling around in their dry, fluffy sheets sounded lovely. Chet took a wobbly step forward and grinned. Now this was the perfect end to their day.