I didn’t need to look back to know he was staring, his gaze practically burning through me as I held my position, my ass high and my pussy wet, aching for him. I could hear his breathing grow heavier, and that alone sent a fresh wave of excitement pulsing through me.

In the dim light, I could just make out the rough edges of the sauna floor beneath my knees, cool against my flushed skin. It was a strange contrast—the heat from the steam surrounding us, mixing with the chilled tile below. My entire body was buzzing, every nerve alive and waiting, every sense heightened. I closed my eyes, bracing myself, and felt the weight of his hand on my lower back.

With a slow, steady pressure, he traced his fingertips along my spine, sending shivers through me, despite the intense heat of the room. His touch was light but firm, lingering on each curve, traveling down to the small of my back before moving over the full roundness of my ass. I arched instinctively, pressing my hips back toward him.

And then, he was pressing against me. His cock, already slick from my mouth, slid effortlessly across my pussy, teasing me with each brush against my clit. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it slipped out anyway, low and needy. He seemed to take that as his cue, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer, pressing himself just barely inside me before pausing. The tease was torturous—I could feel the thick head stretching me, just the slightest hint of what was to come.

“Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, raw and desperate.

He pushed in deeper, filling me inch by inch, his grip tightening on my hips as he held me steady. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but I didn’t want him to stop. I pressed back, wanting all of him, wanting to feel him completely buried inside me. I could feel his entire length throbbing, pressed up against every sensitive part of me.

He started to move, pulling out almost all the way before driving back in with a slow, controlled force. Each thrust was deliberate, unhurried, and it was driving me mad. I could feel myself clenching around him, my body responding instinctively, pulling him deeper each time. His hands roamed over me, one sliding up to grip my waist, the other moving to my breast, cupping it firmly, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple.

The sensation was overwhelming, his cock hitting spots inside me that made my head spin, his hand teasing my sensitive nipple, the steam surrounding us, thick and humid, making everything feel hotter, more intense. I could barely hold myself together, my breaths coming out in shallow gasps, my fingers curling against the floor as I tried to ground myself.

But he didn’t relent. His pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, each one sending a jolt through my entire body. I was a mess of sensation, my hips rocking back to meet him, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room, mingling with the hiss of steam and our ragged breathing.

Then, without warning, he slowed. I felt his hands slide around my waist, pulling me up so my back was flush against his chest. His hand moved down, fingers slipping between my thighs, finding my clit. I let out another gasp as he circled it, sending shockwaves through me, my hips bucking as I struggled to stay upright.

I came, my body trembling, my walls clenching around him as he held me steady. I could feel his cock twitching against me, and just as the last waves of my orgasm subsided, he pushed inside me again, his movements rough and urgent now, his own restraint slipping. He was close—I could feel it in the way his body tensed, his grip on my waist tightening, his breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps.

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, his entire body shuddering as he found his release. I felt the warmth of him fill me, and it sent another wave of satisfaction through me, even though I have cum.

For a few moments, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, his hands tracing slow, lazy circles over my skin. The steam around us had started to dissipate, the air cooling slightly, but I was still lost in the haze, my body heavy and sated.

Eventually, he pulled away, and I managed to gather myself, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around me, embarrassed and flustered now the moment was over. Without looking back, I grabbed my things and made toward the exit…