Surrender to Desire

As they stood under the shower, Daniel's hands began to roam over Emma's body, his fingers tracing the contours of her skin. The water cascaded down around them, a warm and soothing rain that seemed to wash away all their inhibitions. Emma felt a surge of desire as Daniel's hands cupped her buttocks, his fingers squeezing gently. She responded by arching her back, her body pressing into his. Daniel's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with an inner fire. He reached out and pressed her against the cubical wall, his hands pinning her in place. Emma felt a rush of excitement as she was trapped, her body pressed against the cool tile. Daniel's mouth was on her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I want you, Emma," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Emma's response was immediate. She felt a surge of desire as Daniel's hands released her, and he lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body and the gentle pressure of his muscles as he supported her. The water around them seemed to ripple and dance, as if it too was alive and responding to their intimacy. Daniel carried Emma out of the shower and into the bathroom, his eyes never leaving hers. He walked over to the bathtub and turned on the faucet, the sound of running water filling the air. Emma watched as the tub began to fill with water, the bubbles rising to the surface. Daniel's hands never left her body, his fingers tracing the contours of her skin as he waited for the tub to fill. Finally, the water reached the desired level, and Daniel gently lowered Emma into the tub. She sank into the warm water, feeling it buoy her body. Daniel climbed in after her, his eyes locked onto hers. He positioned himself below her, his body submerged in the water. Emma felt a rush of excitement as Daniel's mouth found her breasts. He began to suck, his tongue tracing the contours of her skin. Emma's body responded, her nipples hardening as Daniel's mouth worked its magic. She felt a surge of pleasure as his teeth grazed her skin, and she knew that she was in for a treat. As Daniel sucked her breasts, Emma felt his hands on her hips, his fingers tracing the contours of her skin. She was aware of his gaze on her, of the way he looked at her with a mixture of adoration and desire. Daniel's mouth moved from one breast to the other, his tongue and lips working in tandem to drive her wild. And then, it happened. Daniel's teeth sank into her skin, leaving a love bite on her breast. Emma felt a rush of pleasure, her body responding to the pain and the pleasure. She cried out, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls. Daniel's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with an inner fire. He knew that he had her, that she was his. And as they floated there in the bathtub, surrounded by water and bubbles, Emma knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. She was home, in Daniel's arms, and in his eyes.