Red Lace by JuicyPeach Erotica

The hallway was bathed in the kind of dim, golden light that made everything feel warmer, softer—like the world outside had melted away, leaving only the slow pulse of anticipation between the walls. I leaned against the doorframe, my back arched just enough to let the sheer red lace of my lingerie cling to the curves of my body, the fabric so thin it might as well have been a second skin. The cool air teased my nipples, making them tighten beneath the delicate fabric, and I bit my lower lip as I listened for the sound I’d been waiting for—your footsteps, heavy and deliberate, drawing closer.

The lock clicked. The door swung open.

There you were, broad-shouldered and rumpled from the day, your tie loosened, your shirt wrinkled just enough to make my fingers itch to undo every button. The second your eyes landed on me, something dark and hungry flickered in them, your exhaustion dissolving like sugar in hot coffee. I didn’t give you time to speak. I pushed off the doorframe and closed the distance between us in two steps, my bare feet silent against the hardwood. My hands found your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as I pressed my body against yours, the heat of you seeping through the layers between us.

“Miss me?” I murmured, tilting my head up, my lips brushing yours before I claimed you in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and pent-up need. You groaned into my mouth, your hands dropping to my waist, gripping hard enough to bruise, and I melted against you, my body arching into the touch. The kiss deepened, slow and filthy, our tongues tangling—it made my desire for you heat up even more. My fingers worked at the buttons of your shirt, popping them free one by one, my nails grazing your skin beneath. You shivered, your breath hitching as I trailed my lips down your jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Fuck,” you rasped, your voice rough, and I smiled against your skin, my teeth dragging over your pulse point before I pulled back just enough to meet your gaze.

“Welcome home,” I whispered, my breath hot against your ear. My hand slid lower, palming the growing hardness between your legs through your slacks, and you hissed, your hips jerking involuntarily. I chuckled, low and dark, before stepping back and taking your hand in mine, my fingers threading through yours as I led you toward the bathroom.

The air grew thicker with every step, the scent of steam and vanilla body wash wrapping around us like a promise. The shower was already running, the water drumming against the tiles, the mirror fogged just enough to blur our reflections as we crossed the threshold. I turned to face you, my back pressing against the sink, the cool porcelain a stark contrast to the heat radiating off my skin. My fingers found the hem of your shirt, tugging it free from your waistband before I began to undo the remaining buttons, my movements slow, deliberate. Each inch of skin I revealed was met with a fresh wave of hunger—your abs tightening under my touch, your chest rising and falling faster as I pushed the fabric from your shoulders, letting it pool on the floor at your feet.

You stood before me, naked and breathing hard, your cock straining against your pants. I dropped to my knees and looked up at you as my fingers traced the waistband of your pants. The sound of the zipper was obscenely loud in the quiet room, the metal teeth parting with a slow, teasing hiss. I hooked my fingers into the fabric and tugged, dragging your pants and boxers down your thighs in one smooth motion. Your cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the tip already glistening with pre-cum, and my mouth watered.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I murmured, my voice thick with want as I wrapped my hand around the base of your shaft, my thumb swiping over the slick head. You groaned, your fingers tangling in my hair, not guiding, just holding, like you needed something to ground you. I leaned in, my breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your cock before I pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the underside, my tongue flicking out to taste you. My need to tease you took over but only briefly-I wanted to feel more of you.

I took you into my mouth, my lips stretching around your girth as I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue swirling over the ridged head. Your breath hitched, your hips twitching forward, and I moaned around you, the vibration making your cock jerk. My free hand cupped your balls, rolling them gently in my palm, feeling the way they tightened as I took you deeper, my throat opening to swallow around the thickest part of you. My eyes watered, but I didn’t pull back, my gaze locked onto yours as I bobbed my head, my lips sealed tight around your shaft. The sounds filling the room were gorgeous—the wet, sloppy slick of my mouth, the ragged breaths falling from your lips, the way your fingers tightened in my hair with every downward stroke.

“Fuck, just like that—” Your voice was rough, strained, and I hummed in response, my mouth working you faster, my hand twisting at the base of your cock. I could feel you swelling, your pulse hammering against my tongue, and I pulled back just enough to breathe, my lips dragging along your length. “I’m close,” you warned, your voice a growl, but I didn’t stop. I took you back into my mouth, my throat fluttering around the head as I swallowed you down, my nose pressing against the trim hair at the base of your cock.

Your hips stuttered, your grip in my hair tightening as your cock began pulsing, as thick ropes of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed around you, my tongue working to milk every last drop, my eyes never leaving yours. You tasted like sin and salt and mine, and I savoured it, licking my lips as I pulled back, a smug, admittedly satisfied smirk curling my mouth.

You were still hard.

I stood slowly, my body pressing against yours as I rose, my fingers trailing up your chest. My lingerie was damp with sweat, the lace clinging to my skin, and I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms before I tossed it aside. Your hands found my waist, your thumbs hooking into the waistband of my thong, and I stepped out of it, kicking the scrap of delicate lace away. The cool air hit my bare skin, making me shiver, my nipples pebbling as your gaze raked over me, dark and hungry.

“My turn,” I purred, stepping into the shower.

The water was perfect—the steam curling around us as I tilted my head back, letting the spray soak my hair. I turned to face you, my hands sliding over my own body, my fingers teasing my nipples before trailing lower, over the swell of my stomach, between my thighs. I was already wet, my pussy aching with need, and I let out a soft moan as my fingers circled my clit, my hips rolling into my touch.

“You’re dripping,” you growled, stepping in behind me, your hands finding my hips. The glass door clicked shut, the steam enveloping us, the world narrowing to the slick slide of skin on skin. Your cock pressed against my ass, thick and insistent, and I arched back into you, my fingers still working between my legs.

“Mmm, and it’s all for you,” I murmured, turning my head to capture your lips in another searing kiss. Your hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts, your thumbs rolling over my nipples as you pinched, just hard enough to make me gasp into your mouth. I broke the kiss, my breath coming in sharp as I turned to face the glass, bracing my hands against the cool surface. 

You didn’t make me wait.

Your hands slid under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around your waist, my back pressing against the glass. I arched into you more, drenched with want, my nails digging into your shoulders as you positioned yourself at my entrance. The head of your cock teased my folds, slick and swollen, and I whimpered, my hips rolling in desperate little circles.

“Please—” The word was a breathless plea, and you didn’t need to be told twice.

You thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely, stretching me around your thickness. I cried out, my head falling back against the glass as my body adjusted, my walls clenching around you. You groaned, your forehead pressing to mine as you held yourself deep inside me, your cock pulsing with the effort of staying still.

“You’re so tight,” you growled, your voice rough, and I moaned, my nails raking down your back.

“Fuck me,” I demanded, my voice a whimper. “Hard, baby. Please.”

You didn’t hesitate.

You pulled back and slammed into me, your hips snapping forward with enough force to make my breath catch. The glass rattled with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small space, mingling with the rush of the water and our ragged breaths. I clung to you, my legs locked around your waist, my body taking every inch of you as you fucked me like you were starving for it. The angle was perfect, your cock grazing over that sensitive spot inside me with every deep stroke, and I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter with each snap of your hips.

“Yes—right there—” My voice was a broken gasp, my body trembling as my release crashed over me. My pussy clenched around you, my walls fluttering as I came, my nails digging crescents into your skin. You groaned, your thrusts becoming erratic, your cock swelling inside me as you chased your own release.

“Cum with me,” you commanded, your voice a dark growl, and I shattered again, my body convulsing as another wave of pleasure tore through me. You followed, your hips stuttering as you buried yourself deep, your cock pulsing as you filled me. I could feel you spilling inside me, hot and thick, mixing with my own arousal as it dripped down my thighs. Your forehead pressed to mine, our breaths ragged, the water cascading over us, washing away the sweat and the stickiness of sex.

For a long moment, we just stayed like that—suspended in the aftermath, our hearts pounding in sync, the steam curling around us like a living thing. Your hands supported my weight effortlessly, my toes barely brushing the shower floor as you held me against the glass, our bodies still connected. The water ran over us, cooling our overheated skin, but the heat between us was something deeper, something that wouldn’t fade so easily.

Finally, you lowered me to the ground, my legs wobbling as my feet touched the surface of the slick tiles. I turned in your arms, my hands sliding up your chest as I pressed my lips to yours in a slow, tender kiss. Your cock slipped free, a fresh wave of cum dripping from my pussy, and I reached down, my fingers gathering the mess before bringing them to my mouth. Your eyes filled with pleasure as I sucked them clean, my tongue swirling over my fingers as I savored the taste of us mixed together.

“Not done yet,” I whispered against your lips, my hand trailing lower, my fingers wrapping around your cock, already stirring back to life. I stepped out of the shower, the cool air hitting my damp skin, and turned to face you, my hips swaying as I led you toward the bedroom.

The hallway felt different now—charged with the memory of what had just happened, the air thick with the scent of sex and steam. My skin was still flushed, my body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but the night was far from over.

And I couldn’t wait to show you just how far we could go.