The tension within her coiled tighter and tighter, like a spring wound to its limit. And then, with a final thrust, Caleb sent her over the edge. Fiona's orgasm crashed over her, fierceand all-consuming. She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.
Caleb followed her over the edge, his own release shuddering through him. He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he rode out the aftershocks.
Slowly, the world came back into focus. The water continued to rain down on them, a gentle counterpoint to their racing hearts. Fiona loosened her grip on Caleb, her legs sliding down his body until her feet touched the floor of the shower.
"Well," she said, her voice still shaky, "I'd say the acoustics in here are just perfect."
Caleb chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I wholeheartedly agree."
They finished their shower in a comfortable silence, cleaning each other with gentle, lingering touches. As they stepped out and wrapped themselves in fluffy towels, Fiona couldn't help but smile.
This—this was happiness. A life filled with laughter, love, and the occasional steamy shower with the man she adored. What more could a witch ask for?