Fogged up glass

Alex felt Lily's hip with a full but not too heavy hand.

Hands and mouths quadrupled just like some sort of serpent-like monster, sneaking and creeping all around surrounding the atmosphere with shudders. But those were some different kind of shivers, those were pure pleasure's, a graze that feels like a hundred flows of air, shaking all of a body and beyond.

They were standing in the shower, locked in a hug that felt just like a year of denied tenderness.

And they surely didn't stop there, stepping out of the shower into the puddle they formed with all the water spilled out from the glory of the moment, they made their way to the bed. They passed beyond the inhabitants of the ordinary everyday life.

A kiss, lips opening gently whilst resting on someone else's body, a wingbeat, only a moment of softness before the humid tongue can't fight the urge to come out roughly anymore and takes the lead of the body, wanting to be the only master of lust.

But there is just so far i can go, in the end, i am just a fogged up glass in someone's bathroom.