Page 85 of Alien's Love Child

I reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. "You don't have to ask me twice."

She grins, turning towards the bathroom. The soft glow of the overhead lights illuminates her freckled skin, casting longshadows that dance with each step. I follow her, my eyes tracing the curve of her hips, the line of her spine.

The shower stall is already filled with steam, the glass fogged up. Jesse steps inside, the water cascading over her, turning her red hair a shade darker. I step in after her, the hot water a stark contrast to the cool air of our room.

"You know," she says, turning to face me, "we've been through hell and back, but I don't think we've ever showered together."

I chuckle, reaching for the soap. "I guess we were always too busy running for our lives."

She takes the soap from me, her fingers brushing against mine. "No running tonight."

I watch as she lathers up, her hands moving over her body in a way that makes my mouth go dry. "No," I agree, my voice hoarse. "No running tonight."

The steam swirls around us, the hot water a stark contrast to the cool tiles under our feet. Jesse's hands are braced against the wall, her back arched just enough to drive me wild. I run my hands over her hips, feeling the curve of her, the softness of her skin under the slick soap.

"You're teasing," she murmurs, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her green eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with desire.

"Am I?" I ask, leaning in to press a kiss to her shoulder. The water cascades over us, washing away the suds as I move my hands up to cup her breasts. She lets out a soft moan, pushing back against me.

"Davin," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. It's a plea, a demand, a promise all rolled into one.

I smile against her skin, letting my teeth graze her neck. "Patience, Jesse."

She huffs out a laugh, the sound echoing off the tiles. "Since when have I ever been patient?"

"True," I concede, sliding one hand down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my touch. "But good things come to those who wait."

She shivers as my fingers dip lower, brushing against her heat. "And what if I don't want to wait?"

I chuckle, the sound low and rough. "Then I guess I'll have to give you what you want."

I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. She pushes back against me, eager, impatient. I slide into her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She lets out a soft gasp, her fingers curling against the tiles.

"Davin," she breathes, her voice shaking.

I lean over her, pressing my chest against her back. "Right here, Jesse," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. "Right here with you."

I start to move, slow and steady, feeling her body respond to mine. She meets each thrust, pushing back against me, her breath coming in quick gasps. The steam rises around us, the heat building, the water cascading over us like a waterfall.

Her hand reaches back, her fingers tangling in my hair. She pulls me closer, her mouth finding mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. I can taste the desire on her lips, the need, the love. It's intoxicating, addictive. I can't get enough.

I break away from the kiss, my breath ragged. "Jesse," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "You feel so good."

She smiles, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "So do you," she says, her voice soft. "So do you, Davin."

I pick up the pace, my body moving against hers, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing off the tiles. Her breath hitches, her body tensing as she gets closer to the edge. I can feel it too, the pressure building, the need to let go.

"Davin," she gasps, her voice shaking. "I'm close. I'm so close."

I lean over her, my hand finding hers on the tiles. Our fingers intertwine, holding on tight as we chase our release. The water pours over us, the steam swirling around us, the heat building between us.

"Jesse," I whisper, my voice rough. "Let go, Jesse. Let go with me."

She does, her body convulsing around me, her cry of pleasure echoing off the tiles. I follow her over the edge, my body shaking with the force of my release. We cling to each other, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, our hearts pounding in our chests.

The water cascades over us, washing away the sweat and the soap, leaving us clean, leaving us sated, leaving us whole. I press a kiss to her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, feeling her smile against my lips.

"I love you, Jesse," I murmur, my voice soft.

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