Their touches are more insistent.
The air grew heavier, and the water fell harder, and the night grew thicker.
Ethan felt her nails dig into his shoulder blades, and he pressed her against the tiles, the coolness a sharp contrast to the heat between them.
She gasped, and he moaned, and their bodies merged, their hands exploring, their tongues tasting.
Everly was still behind him, her palms sliding over his back, her mouth moving over his shoulders.
They were everywhere, the twins, surrounding him, consuming him.
His skin burned, his nerves sizzling, the tension coiling deep inside him.
They didn't hold back.
Their voices rose.
Their breathing grew ragged.
The water cascaded over them, the steam thickening, the heat enveloping.
It was a blur, the pleasure building, the friction growing, their bodies melting together.
Everly was in front of him, and Evelyn was behind, their bodies grinding against him, their breath hot on his neck.
