Partner

Partner

By Jaewon

Summary:

Liz and I have been friends with benefits for months now, keeping things easy and comfortable. After a long day, a shared shower turns into slow, steamy, and affectionate sex that reminds us both how good it feels to be each other’s safe person.

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The apartment was quiet except for the sound of running water and the soft hum of the bathroom fan. Liz had texted me earlier saying she was exhausted from practice and needed to unwind. As her long-time friend and now occasional partner in every sense of the word, I knew exactly what that meant. No strings, no pressure — just two people who cared about each other and enjoyed making each other feel good.

She arrived looking tired but still beautiful, her long legs in comfortable sweats and her hair tied up messily. We didn’t talk much at first. I just pulled her into a hug, kissed the top of her head, and suggested a shower together. Liz smiled softly and nodded, taking my hand as we headed to the bathroom.

The water was warm when we stepped in, steam filling the glass enclosure. Liz sighed happily as the spray hit her shoulders. I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. She leaned back against me, her body relaxing almost instantly.

“You always know what I need,” she murmured, turning in my arms to face me.

We kissed slowly under the falling water, lips sliding together, tongues meeting in gentle exploration. Her hands rested on my chest while mine roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Liz was tall and graceful, with smooth skin that glistened under the water. I cupped her face and deepened the kiss, feeling her melt against me.

My hands moved lower, squeezing her ass gently before sliding around to her front. I slipped one hand between her legs, finding her already getting wet in a different way. I rubbed her slowly, fingers gliding over her folds while we kept kissing. Liz let out a soft moan into my mouth, hips twitching toward my touch.

I dropped to my knees on the shower floor, water cascading over both of us. Spreading her legs a little wider, I leaned in and licked her pussy slowly from bottom to top. She tasted sweet and clean from the water. I took my time, exploring every inch with my tongue before focusing on her clit. Liz’s hand rested gently on my head, fingers threading through my wet hair as she breathed heavier.

“That feels amazing,” she whispered, voice echoing softly in the shower. “You’re so good at this.”

I licked and sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers inside her at the same time. She rocked against my face gently, riding my tongue and fingers with small, needy movements. After a while, she got bolder. She held my head in place and started grinding more deliberately, masturbating on my mouth and tongue. The sight and feeling of her using me like that was incredibly hot. I looked up at her, water running down her body, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

She came like that, thighs trembling around my head, a quiet moan escaping her lips as she pressed herself against my tongue. I kept licking her through it, gentle and loving, until she gently pushed me away, breathing hard.

I stood up and kissed her again, letting her taste herself on my lips. Liz reached down and wrapped her hand around my hard cock, stroking me slowly under the warm spray. Her grip was perfect — firm but tender. She dropped to her knees gracefully, water streaming down her back, and took me into her mouth.

The blowjob was wet and enthusiastic. She sucked me deep, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down my shaft. She pulled off occasionally to lick and suck on my balls, her hand continuing to jerk me steadily. The combination of her warm mouth and the hot water made my knees weak.

“Fuck, Liz… you’re incredible,” I groaned, keeping my voice low.

She looked up at me with a soft, satisfied smile, water droplets clinging to her lashes. After several minutes of her loving attention, I helped her back up. We kissed deeply as I turned her around, pressing her front against the cool tile wall. I rubbed my cock against her ass before sliding inside her from behind in one smooth thrust.

Liz moaned, pushing back against me. I held her hips and started thrusting steadily, deep and rhythmic. The sound of wet skin meeting filled the shower along with our quiet gasps. I reached around to rub her clit while fucking her, making her legs shake.

We changed positions naturally. She lifted one leg, bracing it on the small shower bench so I could take her from the side. Then she turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck as I lifted her slightly and slid back inside. Face to face, water pouring over us, we moved together in perfect sync. I kissed her neck, her shoulders, her lips — everywhere I could reach.

“I love how you feel inside me,” she whispered against my ear, voice breathy. “Don’t stop.”

I thrust deeper, holding her close. The steam, the heat, and the intimacy of the moment made everything feel more intense. Liz came again, clenching around me with a soft cry, her face buried in my neck. I kept moving through her orgasm, chasing my own release.

When I was close, I pulled out and she dropped back to her knees quickly. She stroked me fast with her hand, mouth open and tongue extended, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. I came hard, thick ropes of cum landing on her face, lips, and tongue. Liz took it all, swallowing what landed in her mouth and licking her lips afterward with a gentle, content smile.

I helped her up immediately, pulling her under the water to rinse her face and body. I kissed her softly, cleaning her with careful hands. She hugged me tight, resting her head on my shoulder as the water continued to fall around us.

We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other under the warm spray. No rush. No expectations. That was the beauty of our arrangement — we were partners in pleasure and comfort, friends who knew exactly how to take care of one another.

After the shower, we dried off together. I wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and carried her to the bed, even though she laughed and said she could walk. We cuddled under the fresh sheets, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I stroked her damp hair while she traced patterns on my chest.