Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Pravesh stirred awake, his hand instinctively reaching out to the empty space beside him. Where is she? The faint sound of running water in the bathroom drew his attention, and the delicate scent of jasmine teased his senses, pulling him further out of his drowsy state. He sat up, the sheet sliding down to reveal his muscular, hairy chest. His body, still warm from sleep, responded almost immediately to the thought of Shaifali in the shower. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet hitting the cool floor. The hardness between his legs was impossible to ignore as he stood, his boxer briefs taut against his growing desire. Pravesh moved toward the bathroom, each step deliberate, his mind already racing with anticipation. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, he could see the steam curling into the air, carrying with it the heady aroma of her soap. He pushed the door open quietly, his breath catching at the sight before him.Shaifali stood under the stream of water, her back to him. Her skin glistened, droplets running down the curve of her spine to the swell of her hips. Her long black hair clung to her shoulders and back, wet and slick. She turned slightly, her profile illuminated by the soft light from the window next to the shower. Her full breasts, her narrow waist, her toned midriff—every inch of her was a masterpiece.“Couldn’t resist, could you?” she teased, her voice low and sultry as she turned to face him fully. Water cascaded over her body, highlighting every curve, every dip, every plane. Her eyes locked onto his, dark and smoldering with invitation.Pravesh stepped into the bathroom, the steam wrapping around him like a warm embrace. “Not a chance,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He reached for the hem of his boxer briefs and pulled them down in one swift motion, letting them fall to the floor. His erection sprang free, thick and ready, evidence of how much he wanted her.Shaifali’s gaze dropped to his length, and a slow, seductive smile spread across her lips. “You’re always so… prepared.” She stepped closer to the glass door of the shower, her hands pressing against it as she leaned forward slightly. “Come here.”He didn’t need to be told twice. Pravesh slid open the shower door and stepped inside, the hot water instantly soaking his skin. Shaifali reached for him, her hands sliding up his chest, her nails lightly scratching through the hair there. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, and he groaned softly, his hands finding her waist.Their bodies pressed together, slippery and warm under the water. Shaifali tilted her head up, her lips brushing against his. The kiss started slow, tentative, but quickly deepened as their tongues met, tasting and exploring with a hunger that couldn’t be contained. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the strength in his muscles as he pulled her closer.Pravesh’s hands weren’t idle either. They slid down to cup her ass, squeezing firmly, lifting her slightly off the ground. She let out a muffled moan against his lips, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He pressed her back against the tiled wall, the coolness of it contrasting with the heat of their bodies.He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin. Shaifali’s head fell back, giving him better access, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Pravesh…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.His name on her lips was all the encouragement he needed. One hand remained steady on her hip while the other reached between them, finding her slick folds. He stroked her gently at first, teasing her entrance before slipping a finger inside. Shaifali gasped, her hips jerking forward, seeking more.“So wet,” he murmured against her collarbone, adding a second finger and curling them just right. Her thighs tightened around him as he worked her, his thumb brushing over her clit in slow circles. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls of the shower.“I need you,” she cried out, her voice breaking as she reached between them to grasp his length. She guided him to her entrance, her eyes locking with his as she positioned him. “Now.”Pravesh didn’t hesitate. He thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. Both of them groaned in unison, the sensation overwhelming. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to him, their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath.Then he began to move, slowly at first, each thrust deep and deliberate. Shaifali’s nails dug into his back, urging him on as she met his rhythm with her own. The water continued to cascade over them as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.“Harder,” she panted, her voice raw with desire. “Please.”Pravesh obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with their gasps and moans as they lost themselves in each other. He could feel her tightening around him, her climax building with every movement.“I’m close,” she whispered, her breath hitching. “Pravesh…”“Let go,” he urged, his own release not far behind. He reached between them again, his fingers finding her clit once more as he continued to thrust into her. It only took a few strokes before she shattered, her body convulsing around him as she cried out his name.That was all it took for him. With one final thrust, he spilled himself inside her, his own cry joining hers as they rode out their pleasure together. For a moment, all that existed was the two of them and the warmth of the water enveloping them.Slowly, their breathing began to even out, and Pravesh rested his forehead against hers. “That was…” “Incredible,” she finished for him

Pravesh awoke to find Shaifali in the shower, her presence stirring his desire. He joined her, and they engaged in a passionate encounter, their bodies pressed together under the hot water. Their lovemaking was intense and mutual, culminating in a shared climax that left them breathless and satisfied.

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Pravesh stirred awake, his hand instinctively reaching out to the empty space beside him. *Where is she?* The faint sound of running water in the bathroom drew his attention, and the delicate scent of jasmine teased his senses, pulling him further out of his drowsy state. 

He sat up, the sheet sliding down to reveal his muscular, hairy chest. His body, still warm from sleep, responded almost immediately to the thought of Shaifali in the shower. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet hitting the cool floor. The hardness between his legs was impossible to ignore as he stood, his boxer briefs taut against his growing desire. 

Pravesh moved toward the bathroom, each step deliberate, his mind already racing with anticipation. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, he could see the steam curling into the air, carrying with it the heady aroma of her soap. He pushed the door open quietly, his breath catching at the sight before him.

Shaifali stood under the stream of water, her back to him. Her skin glistened, droplets running down the curve of her spine to the swell of her hips. Her long black hair clung to her shoulders and back, wet and slick. She turned slightly, her profile illuminated by the soft light from the window next to the shower. Her full breasts, her narrow waist, her toned midriff—every inch of her was a masterpiece.

“Couldn’t resist, could you?” she teased, her voice low and sultry as she turned to face him fully. Water cascaded over her body, highlighting every curve, every dip, every plane. Her eyes locked onto his, dark and smoldering with invitation.

Pravesh stepped into the bathroom, the steam wrapping around him like a warm embrace. “Not a chance,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He reached for the hem of his boxer briefs and pulled them down in one swift motion, letting them fall to the floor. His erection sprang free, thick and ready, evidence of how much he wanted her.

Shaifali’s gaze dropped to his length, and a slow, seductive smile spread across her lips. “You’re always so… *prepared*.” She stepped closer to the glass door of the shower, her hands pressing against it as she leaned forward slightly. “Come here.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Pravesh slid open the shower door and stepped inside, the hot water instantly soaking his skin. Shaifali reached for him, her hands sliding up his chest, her nails lightly scratching through the hair there. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, and he groaned softly, his hands finding her waist.

Their bodies pressed together, slippery and warm under the water. Shaifali tilted her head up, her lips brushing against his. The kiss started slow, tentative, but quickly deepened as their tongues met, tasting and exploring with a hunger that couldn’t be contained. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the strength in his muscles as he pulled her closer.

Pravesh’s hands weren’t idle either. They slid down to cup her ass, squeezing firmly, lifting her slightly off the ground. She let out a muffled moan against his lips, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He pressed her back against the tiled wall, the coolness of it contrasting with the heat of their bodies.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin. Shaifali’s head fell back, giving him better access, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Pravesh…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

His name on her lips was all the encouragement he needed. One hand remained steady on her hip while the other reached between them, finding her slick folds. He stroked her gently at first, teasing her entrance before slipping a finger inside. Shaifali gasped, her hips jerking forward, seeking more.

“So wet,” he murmured against her collarbone, adding a second finger and curling them just right. Her thighs tightened around him as he worked her, his thumb brushing over her clit in slow circles. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls of the shower.

“I need you,” she cried out, her voice breaking as she reached between them to grasp his length. She guided him to her entrance, her eyes locking with his as she positioned him. “Now.”

Pravesh didn’t hesitate. He thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. Both of them groaned in unison, the sensation overwhelming. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to him, their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath.

Then he began to move, slowly at first, each thrust deep and deliberate. Shaifali’s nails dug into his back, urging him on as she met his rhythm with her own. The water continued to cascade over them as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

“Harder,” she panted, her voice raw with desire. “Please.”

Pravesh obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with their gasps and moans as they lost themselves in each other. He could feel her tightening around him, her climax building with every movement.

“I’m close,” she whispered, her breath hitching. “Pravesh…”

“Let go,” he urged, his own release not far behind. He reached between them again, his fingers finding her clit once more as he continued to thrust into her. It only took a few strokes before she shattered, her body convulsing around him as she cried out his name.

That was all it took for him. With one final thrust, he spilled himself inside her, his own cry joining hers as they rode out their pleasure together. For a moment, all that existed was the two of them and the warmth of the water enveloping them.

Slowly, their breathing began to even out, and Pravesh rested his forehead against hers. “That was…” 
“Incredible,” she finished for him

A man wakes to find his lover missing from their bed, but the scent of jasmine and the sound of running water lead him to her in the shower.
He joins her, their bodies slick and warm under the cascading water as they explore each other's forms.
Their passion intensifies, leading to a heated encounter against the tiled wall.
The steam-filled bathroom becomes a stage for their raw, uninhibited desire, culminating in a shared climax that leaves them breathless and satisfied.

Pravesh and Shaifali Steamy Shower Desire

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